Final Reflection Post

1. I've wrote too many pieces to post but from the top of my head I can say I wrote, Funny Sleeper, The Choo Choo Boy, Peaceful Waves, Trespassed, Colorado, Florida Adventure, Room 666, etc. etc. The list goes on and all of them are either parts of my thoughts, ideas, or my own life.
2. I reread the book "Escape from the Carnivale". It is one of my favorite stories that I've had since I was about 8 years old maybe younger or older. I do know younger than 11 haha. I also reread another one of my favorites called "Dark Vengeance". I read a few other stories I guess the thing is I don't remember. For some reason I cannot remember what books I read this year. I remember the books I have read but none from this year.
3. When first setting up my blog I was kind of defiant because I'm not the blogging type. Over time though posting more and more onto the blog I kind of liked it. I'll never be a blogger but writing short stories and posting them for people to write their opinion is pretty cool and rewarding. I came up with Country Love because I love the country. It's part of who I am and I love it. Anyone I guess I don't really have anyone in mind that I would like to read it. I'll probably say yes on here and maybe use it a little bit here and there and then never use it because I'll forget about it or something. I'd probably post short stories or stories in general.
4. In my journal you'd probably see a little bit of everything. Stories, beginning of stories, poems, drawings, pictures, etc. And once again I have no one in particular that I would like to read my "journal". And once again I will probably say that I'll continue to journal but I probably won't cause I won't come up with enough ideas, get bored of it or even forget about it. I'd once again probably write about stories, memories, maybe even some poetry.
5. This is a free write from my journal called "Choices".  Life is full of opportunities. Which ones do we take? Well that depends on us as a person. To move or not to move. To send the message or to not send it. Play it safe or take the risk. Sometimes when reading books the main character is usually the one that has  to make these rational decisions but so do the other characters. Reality is full of opportunities too but also decisions. To do the drug or to not to do the drug. To go out with that person or to not. Decisions usually predict our future-in a way at least. Whatever decision we decide on will predict what will happen next and maybe even a week, a month, even a year from now. Decisions are usually the hardest ones to say yes or no to. You never truly know the outcome to a decision until you've decided. We can guess what the outcome could be but never be 100% sure. Everything is full of choices. We all make choices in life. What to eat for lunch today. What to wear for the day. What to say next. Choices in a way predict what will happen next or even in the future. Do we choose the right choices or wrong? It all depends on how we interpret the situation I guess. Ever choice has an ending,
6. This is from a Blogger I made, Stories Untold, this piece is called "Trespassed".  I walked up to the castle and looked around. The shine of the moon gave a suspenseful touch. The gargoyle's sat at the top of the castle. Hunched over with mouths wide open and eyes scrunched up. Some of the gargoyles were missing legs, others wings, and some were even missing heads. The strange thing about them was the way they were broken. The break wasn't of old and crumbling but of an intention. Then I started to hear the faint sound of crumbling rock. The gargoyles faces started to come alive and they roared a blood curdling howl. My blood went icy and my muscles stiffened. Blue flames flooded out of their mouths and pierced the thick fog. My throat tightened and my mind went blank. A voice as icy as the ocean whispered behind me very faintly, "Run". I ran towards the decaying doors and forced them open. It seemed to take forever because of the heaviness of wood and metal. I slid in through the tiny crack that I managed to open. I tried my hardest to finally close the door and stepped back. Once I calmed down some I turned around in a 360 ever so slowly. The inside of the castle betrayed the outside. The outside looked clean and cold with no signs of decay. On the inside the stench of death and blood filled the room and every corner. The moons light cast shadows that made your skin crawl. A Victorian setting greeted me. Torn velvet curtains with golden tassels hung from the window panes. Broken glass and porcelain littered the floor here and there. The giant round set of stairs was crumbled and broken on one side. A giant chandelier lay on the floor broken of its beauty and covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. The walls were covered in ivy and a dark muggy filth filled the surrounding area. The sudden crash of glass meeting wood brought me back to my senses. I turned, but no one was there. The sound of a creaking old door distracted my attention. I walked to the door that stood underneath the stairwell. It was pitch black and the metallic smell of fresh blood flooded my nose and burned my eyes. I stumbled out of the doorway and breathed in more disturbing smells. Now the house was filled with the horrendous smells of rotting flesh, decaying insides and rustic blood. The sound of screaming people filled my ears and wrapped around my brain. I toppled to my knees on the floor, covered my ears and shut my eyes. A shadow loomed over me and the same icy voice whispered ever so faintly, "You trespassed. Now you pay the price." I looked up into the shadows blank face. Tears stained my cheeks and my eyes were blood shot. Claws as sharp as needles grabbed my arms and pulled me to the open door. I struggled against its brace to get free. The shadow stood there watching. Watching me struggled and bleed. The shadow lifted its ghostly hand and the claws turned into hands. I stopped struggling and lay there with the hands on my arms. The shadow appeared right in front of my face and seemed to open its eyes. Two glowing pools of yellow looked straight into my eyes and touched my soul. Then my eyes seemed to look through the eyes of the shadow. I saw one of the fingers that held onto my right arm grow into a razor. The hand took the razor and slowly glided it across my throat. Pain seared through my throat and swallowed my body. I was being forced to watch myself die. As the razor glided across my throat blood flowed from the cut and stained my body. My eyes clouded as my soul slipped out. The fingers turned into claws and dragged my body through the doorway. The door closed behind my body and the shadow seemed to move my eyes to my soul and vanished. I stood there in my ghostly state and screamed. But no one would hear for no one can hear the cry of a trapped soul.
7. I don't know what i'd write I personally don't really have a specific "style" I guess you could say. I just write what is on my mind and put it on paper. I let out everything that is holding me back. All the emotions I feel. If I feel upset it all rushes out on paper, if I'm angry it subsides because it's all going somewhere. When I write it's like I'm talking to someone when really it's like I'm talking to myself and all the thoughts floating around in my head just slip away. It doesn't honestly. I write like I do and that is it. Sometimes it is more formal sometimes not so much. I do not put a name on my writing style I just write.
8. You guys are really good writers and for some I see a future for you in writing. When I say that I mean those who love to write and wish to pursue it. Y'all are some detailed writers and you could write some pretty awesome pieces that maybe someday could be published.