Fun Loving?

  I am as fun loving as a puppy. Although, I always put work before play and bills before spending, I love to have fun. There's no point in getting up every morning if  your just going to have a boring and depressing day.
  Having fun is alot easier in my opion if your easy going. For example, I just started my second job yesterday and because I was more easy going than anything else I fit right in to my new job surrounding. Although, everyone had a different style (some by quiet a bit) and a large age range I got along with everyone. Which in turn made my work day alot more fun.
  Another thing that helps people to have more fun just about anywhere would be not caring what people think. After all you can't please everyone so you minus well please yourself. If your constantly trying to fit in or be what people want you to be your not going to have any fun. Odds are people won't like you very much either because you'll come off as fake. So, instead of having a rather easy going relationship you'll be getting into arguements or fights.
  Money should never be needed to have fun. If you think that's the only way a person can have fun I truly feel sorry for you. Friends should get along so well that they can just sit there and talk and still have a good time. Or maybe do crazy thing that will entertain them. Of course, it's always nice to be able to go out but if you rely on money to have fun you'll always be broke and odds are that person isn't always going to be there for you. What would you even do if you ran out of money? You'd hit a wall that's what. Besides it's always more memorable if you do things that are free. Life shouldn't be about the breathe you take but instead about the moments that take your breath away. :)
  I know I probably don't seem very fun loving because I like an adult put first things first. That helps me to relax a little more though, because I know everything is taken care of. You may agree with some of my points like being easy going helps or even disagree. You're free to think I'm wrong and I could care less. This is just in my opion what causes fun to happen easier... When you're having fun or just being happy in general you're more likey to have those moments that take your breath away.So in turn I believe myself to be a rather fun loving person kind of like a puppy. Although, unlike a puppy I know there's a time and place for everything.
 
 

World Devistation

 What would you do if you were the last person on Earth? End yourself and make the pain go away or keep fighting for every breath? Would you lower yourself to eating what is left on the carcases because you don't know when you'll see food again.
 If we got bombed and there was almost no one left, people would be left fighting for power. There would be no government or laws to keep people from doing hellish things. Instead you have to use your brain and bronze to fight and everyday battle of life.
 So many people say that they believe in world devastation, but do nothing about its so called upcoming approach. I've heard many of my friends say that they would want to be one of the last people to survive. Just them and the people they care about. I think this would be torturing yourself and them. (Granted I don't believe in 2012 or any thing that has to do with doomsday.) If nearly everyone was wiped out and you were left to fight for yourself and stay warm helping those around you and running or even hiding from others you would fear reality more than your dreams or any movie you've seen.
 How would you get food? Raid the stores maybe. Uh no! Stores would be raided in the first couple of years, and so would houses. How would you even carry it around as you look for more? You sure can't carry very much and carts soon grow old.
 Not to mention the freezing cold. Blankets would be needed and still you wouldn't be warm in many northern places.Your clothes would quickly grow worn and so would your shoes. By the end of a couple years you'd hope for a plastic bag to keep your feet dry from rain.
 Don't get me wrong I'm not making fun of anyone who does believe in the "foreseen" devastation, but some people truly need to think a bit more when they say that they would want to be the last ones. Why would you want to be the last of so many and have absolutely nothing left except for each other? I mean sure it's nice to get away with someone you love, but being their only reason to live would take a toll on you. The weather, lack of food, or even bathing, and warmth would drive you to your end.
 Sure you'd still have dreams. But can you honestly say you'd force yourself to wake if you were dreaming of something so good you can't get your hands on anymore? I know I can't so I would probably pass away.
 Feel free to put your own input on the topic into the comments. I'd love to see someone try to prove me wrong. Or maybe I failed to mention something you think I should have put in. Either way I'd really like to see what people think of this subject, and my view on it.

The Avenger

This wasn’t originally meant to get published. Rather it is my life story that is made mandatory by the court as a part of therapy. My name is Devin. I have had a rather messed up life, and the only way my therapist sees me moving past it is by telling my story and then overcoming it.

When I was a little girl, only about seven years old, my mom was murdered. The guy who murdered her didn’t see my standing in the bloody doorway watching as he delivered the final blow. I was going to scream but was so scared that no sound came out. I then ran to my room and hid. I don’t really remember how long I was under my bed. It seemed like hours, and by time the cops came I was so shaken that they had to have two female officers talk me into coming out.

That night my dad had been away on a business trip, and my mom asked me to lock up. I told her I would like I had so many times before when she was sick and my dad was away. It was MY fault that my mom had gotten murdered. I still live with this guilt and I hope to God that one day I can get over it, but I will never forget her.

My dad came home late that night, but he thought it would be to traumatic for me to go back to the neighbor hood so we went and stayed in the nicest hotel he could afford. I could care less about that at the moment I just wanted my mom back. My dad tried to get me to smile but it was useless. I went to bed shortly after we got there and refused to eat.  I didn’t stay asleep long, because as soon as I fell asleep I began to have a nightmare.

Only it wasn’t truly a nightmare. It was more like reliving. All the sudden I could see my mom getting murdered all over again. I woke up screaming in a cold sweat, and my dad tried desperately to comfort me. It was no use. I would relive this dream for years to come, but as time passes the face slowly begins to blur. By the time I turn fourteen I can’t even recall the slightest bit of what my mother’s killer had looked like.

My dad and I moved into a large house with top of the line security along the beach in California. I made it a routine to take a midnight swim every night. Without it I would just wake up in a cold sweat before I had my eyes closed for even a half hour. I guess swimming was comforting to me because my mother and I had always gone for swims while my dad was gone.

One night while my dad was upstairs sleeping I decided to sneak out for a second swim and try not to wake him. There was no way I was going to be sleeping tonight. Something was making my horrible nightmare of reliving strong and persistent. When I got down to the beach I stripped down to my normal swim wear, or at least what I wear when I go midnight swimming. I was out in the water for about two or three hours and when I finally decided to start headed to the house because I knew my dad would wake soon to check on me, I snagged my foot in what I thought was seaweed. I only wish I could have been right.

Of course I wasn’t. I found out the reason that I was having such a horrible time trying to sleep that night. What I snagged my toe in was some girl’s long brunette hair. She wasn’t alive, infact she had been dead for some time and her body finally made it close to the shore. Why did I have to find her??!! I screamed and my dad came running. He had his cell phone and when he saw the reason for my pale face he instantly called the cops to inform them. We waited by the girls dead body, but I just couldn’t get past the markings on her body.

(This is continued in my own paper.)

Revised piece

            Ciara Woodard

Advanced Comp.

How many things can someone possible be sure about and want others to read when they say it? I guess for some this article may have been an easy task, but for me it took a bit of thinking. So for the purpose of this short article I’m going to concentrate on the one thing I am sure of; with time things will get better if given the chance.

By this I am not being one of those annoying overly optimistic people that say its okay when it isn’t. I’m not even guaranteeing you that whatever it is bugging you will end. People aren’t mind readers and few share the same experience. Perhaps more people should consider the difference between saying it will get better versus it’s okay. By saying it will get better rather than saying its okay you are better relating to the person and it will make them feel more comfortable rather than annoyed.

            For this topic I do speak out of experience. On July 2^nd 2009, my closest Grandpa passed away. For a few months prior I had to watch him die in front of my eyes. Of course I was not the only one close to such an honorable man, but that last thing I wanted to hear coming from anyone’s mouth is, “its okay.”  For that particular instance, like many others, things had to get worse before they got better. At one point in time that had hurt like nothing else on this Earth, but time heals pain. No, the pain of loosing someone you respected so much never completely dissolves or goes away but it does lessen. As time goes on it gets better.

            I’m sure by now most of you have felt like you’ve had your hear broken or maybe even stomped on. This to could be from something as harsh as death, or maybe just a break up. Some of you may be in this stage right now. Others have already gone through this and know that time takes away the pain, and eventually you will be able to move on.

            Then again some can’t relate to either of these topics, so reading this column so far has been relatively boring. However, I’m sure that every one has been physically hurt at one point in time. Even wounds heal if given time. For example, if you go to a doctor they’ll probably tell you to do some thing for whatever injury you have endured, but they ALWAYS make a reference to time. It may be as simple as how long to ice it, or even when to come back so you can have it re examined.

            So as you can see things often get worse before they can get better, but that doesn’t mean you should stop trying. Go ahead and say I’m wrong. You are allowed to disagree about time healing all. However, with time and experience you will come to see that I’m right. No, I’m not a very optimistic person. Rather I’ve come to learn through experience that time heals all if given the chance.

Werid Experiences

  How many of you have ever had really weird experiences? Or maybe something that seemed weird at the time but turned out to be a normal thing? I myself haven't had that many experiences that are completely out of the ordinary. However, many people that I know have.
  For example, I know many people don't believe in ghosts but..... Some of the people I talk to have stories that could make you wonder. One person was pregnant and sleeping. While she was sleeping she thought she had heard a noise but blew it off. To her surprise she had baby footprints on her stomach when she woke up, yet nobody else had been in the house.
  Someone else I know sleeps in a house that many people believe to be haunted. (At least a lot of people that have either lived there or visited.) She was sleeping on the floor and hear footsteps right next to her head, but her dad was sound asleep in his room. Without turning around she called his name first. There was no answer. When she hears the footstep again she looks and can see it going into the ground making an impression. There was no one there. Not a person or animal near, but somehow there was a foot impression right next to her head.
  Her father had gone done to the basement a week or so later to do laundry and saw a shadow run across the wall. At first he thought it was just him seeing things because it had moved so fast. Then he saw it again. The shadow was no taller than a little kid but ran faster than a dogs that it was hard to see. It almost seemed to have horns. This was really weird so he went upstairs to watch a movie. However, when he and his daughter did start the movie they had to pause it because they thought they heard someone coming up the stairs. When they looked no one was there. This happens quiet often at the house and tends to be ignored a bit more often now.
  One time I had been with her in her room and out of nowhere a perfume bottle flew off the dresser and across the room. This really creped me out because she had just told me that the day before she was in the living room and the closet door opened like it always does in the scary movies.  She was terrified and called for her dad. When she didn't receive an answer she slowly went to go fix it. A minute later she swore she heard her dad but hadn't. He wasn't even home. As soon as she went to the living room the closet door did it again, almost willing her to go and check it out. Instead she tried to ignore it and wait for her dad to get home.
  If you're wondering why I haven't used any names it because I'm not going to embarrass the people that this happened to. If you think I'm stupid for believing them keep it to yourself because I could care less. I believe all the above people because none of them are liars, and some didn't even believe in ghosts when they told me about what had happened. So if you have any weird experiences comment below. :)

Introduction

     My name is Ciara. These blogs have been assigned to me for one of my high school classes. The majority if not all of my blogs will be fiction based. Following this blog there will be seven more posts. My writing tends to have many different ideas as I move from piece to piece, so they will almost never be on the same subject or point of view for what I have already written. After the assignment is over i may or may not keep publishing, depending on how many views i get.
    After the seven posts following this anyone with ideas for something they would like me to write are free to message me and i will try to do so. Anyone who comments on my writing will get a comment in return. The same goes for those who follow me. The majority of my new posts will be posted on Thursdays. Some may come before then but I wouldn't count on it to much. This blog is not to reveal anything personal about my life or to write about me in particular. If someone likes my writing and messages me I will reply. However any offensive people will be removed from my page automatically. As far as all of my information goes... what you see is what you get. If it's not shown on my information section it won't be shown at all. (ie. phone number, address, city, ect.)
   My style of writing is not something you would normally see in a book or essay that is used for educational purposes. Instead I try to draw on suspense and create many moods throughout my different stories. None of the stories that I write will be episodic. If the story has ended than I am either out of ideas or just don't plan to extend it any further. My pieces can be anything from sad and overwhelming to happy and curious, but almost all will leave you wondering whats going to happen next. My stories aren't exactly short but their not the kind that will stretch for pages on end either. After all who wants to read some boring story that seams like it never ends? Or maybe even a paper that just tells you everything you already know?
  I don't believe that writing should be just to show off how smart you are. Instead you should be able to draw an audience in. (Normally at the very beginning of the story.) The story should also keep an ending that's going to make the audience happy because no one wants to read a good book with a crappy ending. Am I right? Due to the fact that I believe in capturing your audiences attention right away, I tend to start with the action and jump back into the background information. The story line is generally easy to follow but it helps to be able to jump back and put the information together. If you think that my writing sounds interesting click follow.