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Mystery Story for Creative Writing

This is my mystery story for Creative Writing class. Keep in mind that its short because the assignment is 1 page double spaced in word document. the teacher told us to write it as if its a chapter out of a novel. ENJOY! =]

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I sat at my desk, anxious to finish up the day’s paperwork. I knew that I would be on my way to relaxing at home. Just when I thought the workday was done, my phone rang. The ring sounded so obnoxious, as if it knew I was exhausted and wanted to hit the road. After eight rings I decided to answer, “Detective Maxwell here…Can I help you?” The voice on the other end of the room was shaky. He sounded frightened. “This is Marty Cooper up at Lake Soundview. I think there’s been an accident of some kind.” “What kind of accident?” I asked. “Well after dinner I went out to the boathouse to lock up the doors and turn off the lights. When I looked inside the boathouse to make sure the boat was tied up, I saw glowing in the distance, a large hunting knife soaked in blood…” He trembled as he described the scene to me. I knew something was up right away. “Did you touch anything? It’s important that you don’t move any objects, and for Gods sake, don’t walk through the blood on the floor! I’ll be there in ten minutes, Get in the house and lock the door.” When I arrived at the Lake House, Marty ran out of the house screaming, “Detective! Someone or something tried to grab me as I left the boathouse! I ran and locked the door behind me…I think whatever it is, is still down at the boathouse.” I told Marty to stay behind me. I drew my revolver and slowly approached the boathouse. There was a thick fog that settled over the water and the half moon illuminated the wet grass ahead of us. As I reached for the doorknob there was a loud thump, then a crash! The figure that burst through the door was larger than life itself.

My Poem "Rose"

I am but a Rose
Losing its petals day by day
Blowing in the wind
Hoping to find a new windowsill
To fall back on
I am but a rose
Losing its thorns
Without you, my thorns
Its hard to breathe
I am but a rose
Losing my stem
Without the stem
There can be no
Balance in my life
I am but a rose
Thats all i shall be
Until a new day comes
I am what I am

My First Poem:

I remember

I remember
When sparks flew
The day I met you

You looked at me
I looked at you
And our eyes met
So we decided to watch the sunset

Now that we are more than friends
I hope this relationship never ends
We had good times and bad times too
I will always remember these things
Because I spent them with you

I remember
When sparks flew
The day I met you

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I dedicate this poem to my boyfriend Michael. I have never loved anyone as much as I love him. I couldn't be happier. I fell in love with him the first time I laid my eyes on him. No relationship is ever perfect. I believe everything happens for a reason. Just to let you all know. I'm going to post all my poems on here and write a little something about each of them. I be getting back to writing long posts once I have more time. I'm a busy girl. Enjoy these poems, I'm published through poetry.com contests and I'm working on finding a publisher that's cheap for me to make a book of my poems and illustrations. :~)

* is it 30 going on 13 * or * 13 going on 30 *

I have a huge feeling this is going to be a shorter piece than the others. Okay so lets see, you look at the title of this and I'm sure you are thinking Maturity vs. Immaturity. You are absolutely correct. In one way or another everyone fits one of these titles or what's in between. I say "or what's in between" because some people are both immature and mature at different times in their life. A lot of people believe Maturity comes with age. I disagree with this completely. You can be mature at both 30 years of age and 13 years of age. Just as much as you can be immature at these ages. I use the ages 13 and 30 because it reminded me of the movie "13 going on 30". This theory to me is definitely something I am almost 100 percent positive people think about all the time.

I know a lot of older people who act like children and just as many younger people who act mature. I have also seen plenty of people act mature and immature. If you take me for example I can be silly and immature around my family and friends but when it comes to school and job interviews I act as mature as I can to show people that I am serious. I am only 19 so call me young, call me old; it really doesn't matter.

In a way I feel that being immature is more important because most likely if you cant laugh at yourself, you aren't capable of laughing with others. Being immature can really show people the fun side of who you are. Even if people seem to think you are crazy immature and not serious enough I am sure there is someone who will love you for that anyways.

EVERYONE IS UNIQUE

Now to get to the other part of this. Sometimes Maturity is important. It is really important to be mature in school and at work. Even to be mature around family members are important at times. I'm sure you all know that there are consequences for so called "silly behavior" at school, home, and with jobs as well. I know when it comes to my family, if I say something that's silly sometimes I will get yelled at almost like a reminder to change my attitude. I know if I act silly in class I wont get credit for the day or I will get kicked out. Lucky to say this has never happened with me. I always act mature in interviews to show the manager(s) I am serious about the company.

Like I said before everyone is unique. If I polled 1000 people about whether or not they act mature, immature or both, I'm sure 80% would say both. Just so you know I never polled anyone, so I'm not sure how everyone thinks on this.

To be completely honest, this piece I'm writing here, its not an easy topic to write about. So please go easy on the comments.

* a c c e p t a n c e * i s * k e y *

Okay yes, it has been a long time since writing on here. I assure you this article is going to be just as good as the last one. Okay so. What does it really mean to be accepted? I'm going to get the definition right now and post it here. I need a little bit of reference to help form my opinion.

here's the definition as it is from "dictionary.com"

ac·cept·ed
–adjective
generally approved; usually regarded as normal, right, etc.: an accepted pronunciation of a word; an accepted theory.

There is one problem I have with this definition. I don't really think the word "normal" exists. Everyone has something about them that is completely out of ordinary. Something you just cant get your mind around to understanding. I believe everyone is strange. Don't take that as an insult. Everyone has their little habits that make them who they are. One of my strange habits is the fact that I am random out of my mind. I can make a conversation last for days if they allowed me too. I talk a a lot. Sometimes way too much. I am a very personable girl. I am the one you will see going up to people saying "hey", or you'll sometimes see me just jump into a conversation.

A few years ago, I am not sure how long ago. I wrote a poem. It was published through "poetry.com" and was put in a book that got sold everywhere. I am going to post that here because I feel it has everything to do with the title of this post "Acceptance is Key". Here is my poem

"Rose"

I am but a rose

Losing its petals day by day

Blowing in the wind

Hoping to find a new windowsill

To fall back on

I am but a rose

Losing its thorns

Without you, my thorns

It's hard to breathe

I am but a rose

Losing my stem

Without the stem

There can be no

Balance in my life

I am but a rose

That's all I shall be

Until a new day comes

I am what I am

Okay so I am sure what you are thinking. Yeah this poem is really easy to understand. To be honest it's not. There is a story behind this. Each line and break (the breaks are invisible but there!) has a deep meaning that isn't to be taken lightly. I wrote this when I was in high school. I never really was the popular one or the girl to get noticed. I had very few friends growing up. As I got older I realized friendships are more about "Quality over Quantity"

Sorry for getting sidetracked again. I am going to explain my poem in sections. But first I am going to explain what kind of poem it is. If you have not noticed by now my poem "rose" is a metaphor for myself.

the first part of the poem is:
" I am but a rose

Losing its petals day by day

Blowing in the wind

Hoping to find a new windowsill

To fall back on "

The lines "I am but a rose, Losing it's petals day by day" means I am losing my friends, family, and anyone who means a lot to me in my mind although they are still there. A lot of people misinterpret these 2 lines and think it means that I am losing my mind. Those people are oddly mistaken. The lines "blowing in the wind, hoping to find a windowsill, to fall back on" means that I am searching for someone I can go to who will comfort me, someone I can fall back on. This person is considered the "windowsill" in that line of the poem.

The second part of the poem is:
" I am but a rose

Losing its thorns

Without you, my thorns

It's hard to breathe "

I am going to describe this section as a whole, no need to separate the lines. The thorns in this section stand for something that really only is one thing. I had to make the word plural to keep with the metaphor of the poem. If I had said "Losing its thorn" That would not have made sense anyways. This section of the poem is dedicated to the first boy I ever fell in love with. It was so long ago I don't even remember his name to tell you about him. I was really young at the time. I didn't have him in my life, so It was hard to breathe.

the third section is:
" I am but a rose

Losing my stem

Without the stem

There can be no

Balance in my life "

The stem stands for anything that can guide me through life in an easier way. Growing up I didn't have the best friends or the support from my family that I deserved. Without the support My life was not balanced enough. I feel as I get older this gets worse. Almost in a sense to say my stem is getting shorter.

the fourth and final section is:
" I am but a rose

That's all I shall be

Until a new day comes

I am what I am "

These last four lines tie up the meaning of the poem as a whole. All I am doing in this poem is asking people to accept me for who I am on the inside flaws and all. I may not be the most perfect rose out there but with a little Acceptance, I can get through Life. I believe everyone should accept everyone for who they are no matter what they are. We all have meaning. We may think we are loved by no one but trust me you are loved by someone. Before others can accept you. You need to first accept yourself for who you are.

Acceptance is Key

* m y * i n t r o d u c t i o n *

Ok so this is my first blogger account that will actually matter to me. This first however you want to call it, you are about to set your eyes on might scare you but don't let that be the cause of why you stop subscribing to me or reading these. First times are always a shocker. I am going to tell you my life story in a nutshell. as far as what I can remember, I am not completely sure at this moment, all I know is you will learn a lot about my life. At first this story might bore you because all I will be stating is the obvious facts of my life you probably knew already. I assure you this story will become more interesting. You will see I am not going to be just clearly stating facts of my life but the feelings I have been feeling throughout my whole existence. A lot of topics I talk about will most likely be explained further in the following day, week, or months blogs. Think of this blog, simply as a online novel making its way on the shelves. Through time I plan on editing this and getting it published and sold everywhere whenever I feel the story is complete.

On top of all this I also plan on either once a week or once a month, whatever is easier for me with my hectic life to post a poem of mine whether it be new or old and tell the story(reason) of why I wrote it. Some days you will see there will be two blogs written instead of one. Whenever the hell I feel like it you might see 3 blog stories written in one day. I love a lot of different types of music and a lot of the lyrics I read I feel apply to my life. So those days you will see the lyric posted, no matter how long it is and what it means to me below that. I hope you take the time to read all of my stories. I will tell you something right now. I DO NOT plan on fabricating, exaggerating, or lying about anything I write on this Blog site. Not just because I plan on writing a non-ficticious book based on my blog someday but also because I just don't believe in lying unless it is a life/death situation where my life depends on it.

I will tell you something that is also very important but very true. I have to get this out in the open because I believe that keeping things bottled up inside you can kill you and I don't want to die, so here it goes. I am probably one of the: craziest, most insecure, most depressed, most self-centered, and most negative person you will ever meet or talk to. But don't let this scare you. I am also one of the most: sweet, caring, generous, loving, touchy-feely, least selfish girls out there. You might be asking yourself why did I say I am the most self-centered and least selfish. Why would I contradict myself. Well to be completely honest. At times I feel everyone needs to be about themselves and of coarse there are moments where other people matter more. I am self-centered to a degree but I am always thinking about other people more than I think of myself.

You will most certainly start to understand me more through reading each blog I post. Another thing I wonder is why they call it a blog. all it is really is just an online journal for the open public to see or not see. i hate that people have the choice to make it private, if you want people to understand yourself better, make the blog open or just show them who you really are. In my case this is not the easiest thing to do. My insecurities cause me to hide in a sea of outgoing people who are way more showy of who they are compared to me. This is the reason why I am writing this. I may be shy in person but I am definitely not shy when writing. I will answer any question people have for me while I am on the computer. I always felt like I could get my feelings across better when i am writing. this is something people don't see. like my grandmother always says "different strokes, for different folks". some people can express themselves better in person while for others writing is the better way to go.

I am almost quite positive you have probably heard some of these things a million times. I am not here writing to make myself seem like a smart-ass or someone who thinks she knows better than anyone else. I am here writing to whoever wants to read it. I don't care if you know this stuff already. its my story. so stop complaining. I don't really care if my grammar is correct and all that jazz. all that matters to me is that I get my mind across to anyone who will take a chance and get to know me. And another thing. I am sure you will learn somethings you have never even known before just by reading what I have to say. So i hope you all enjoy this blog about the journey i am battling: LIFE.

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Written: march 19 2010
Posted: march 20 2010