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Finals Week

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Finals Week

It's two AM and I'm sick of caffeinated tea. I just need another half page, and this essay will be done. I don't even like Prospero by this point, no matter that I've just written twelve pages defending his reasoning. It's four PM. What do you mean, there's one more assignment? Class ends in a week! You want six pages of an explanation on creativity with color-coded poetry? If you wanted my full creative genius, you should have given us this assignment a month ago. I'm rewriting Emily Dickinson's "Nobody." Badly. It's noon. My class hands over the latest version of our client's book, with newly redesigned charts and graphs. I'm supposed to
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Ode to my Snowman

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Ode to my Snowman

Everybody says they like spring. Everybody thinks about the flowers blossoming, the bees humming, the slowly unfolding petals of golden-hued sunrises. Nobody thinks about my snowman, head slowly melting down, down, slumping to the side as he crumples against the blinding rays. He sags against my window, bleeding all over the pane in a final, pitiful cry for help. No number of helpful sticks, arrayed beneath him like a doctor's stretcher, will prop him back to life. The neighborhood children explode the last packed-powder balls of his faded figure with gleeful shrieks. They race off into the spring sunlight. Nobody watches my snowman close h
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Elementary School

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Elementary School

I threw sand in her face and SHOUTED and when the teacher tried to make me apologize I refused. Sitting in detention I nursed a warm, stubborn glow. She hit me first.
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Short: Train Saboteurs

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Short: Train Saboteurs

Ayas dangled upside-down beneath the uncontrolled maglev train. “You've got me, right?” he shouted. “I've got you,” Gavin replied, wrapping the rope around his hands and bracing his legs. “Hurry!” Ayas inched along the underside of the train to the rear of the caboose. He sliced the cables holding the furthest magnet in place. Next to Gavin, Gear gripped the two cars. The hulking robot groaned as he took the weight of the missing magnet. “You need to cut all of them to stop the train before it crashes,” Tiarre shouted, stowing her datapad in her conductor’s apron. “The calculatio
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The Goodwill Doll

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The Goodwill Doll

The doll has curling golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her dress has a small hole in the corner, but what do you expect at Goodwill? Your daughter will never notice, though. She’ll love the way its eyes open and close. You turn the doll over. $25. For a slightly chipped doll?! What a rip-off. You start to set the doll back on the shelf. You weren’t even here to get a doll. With a click and a whirr, the lights go out. Hardly even knowing what you’re doing, you stuff the doll into your purse. Almost before you finish, the lights flicker back on. There’s an employee walking past you, but he’s not paying attention
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Judge of Romance

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Judge of Romance

“I’ll love you forever.” The boy knelt beneath a starry sky, holding up a ring to the girl. A full moon illuminated the flowerbeds. “3/10,” Cupid snapped. “But sir!” The fairy at the monitor spun around in his wheelie chair. “He’s been courting her for over a year now!” “He’s just doing it to make his mother happy. Also, there’s a cameraman hiding behind that rosebush. Fake, all of it!” The pudgy god of love stomped onward, frowning at the next monitor. There, a pair of teenagers sat awkwardly in a restaurant, attempting to make small talk. “2/10,R
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The Shepherd

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The Shepherd

Tap, tap, tap. Shepherd ran his cane along the wooden step. The next step up should be around… there. He tapped out its height before stepping up. His soft grunt of exertion echoed in the empty amphitheater. The darkness around him was nearly complete. But some distance away, like fireworks in the night, red and gold ribbons exploded through the darkness, slowly coming closer. As Shepherd continued upward, he heard something new. Footsteps on grass, growing louder. Panting, and then the louder ringing of feet against wood. Shep rested on his cane and looked in toward the footsteps. “Pardon me. Is there trouble?” Silence.
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Bucket List

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Bucket List

I shouldn’t be afraid of heights anymore. I try taking another deep breath, but all that does is bring the salty air closer to me, reminding me of what I’m about to do. Autumn said this was safe, she does it all the time, I should stop being a baby and just go with her, and besides, wasn’t this my idea? Now here I am standing on the edge of a cliff wondering if she’ll notice if I run and hide in my car. What am I afraid of, dying? I’m already doing that. At least this way I would die in the open air. Not in a sterile hospital bed, watching my hair fall out as they pump me full of chemicals to kill my cells befo
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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

Not many people go willingly to death. Those that do are either blessed... or cursed. I am cursed. Awake “She’s metabolizing the anesthetic quickly. I’m giving her 2.2 mg of the inhibitor in case she wakes.” A needle sank into Arden’s inner elbow. She flinched away reflexively, and a hand gently caught and pressed her shoulder down against the cold stone floor. There was a distant shifting of fabric. The calm voice spoke again as the needle withdrew. “Involuntary movement, nothing to worry about. She’ll likely be down for another few minutes.” Arden opened her eyes a fraction. Brilliant whit
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And Yet

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And Yet

Against the greying sky Beneath the blacking rain Above my blue umbrella The branches are blossoming pink.
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Finals Week

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Finals Week

It's two AM and I'm sick of caffeinated tea. I just need another half page, and this essay will be done. I don't even like Prospero by this point, no matter that I've just written twelve pages defending his reasoning. It's four PM. What do you mean, there's one more assignment? Class ends in a week! You want six pages of an explanation on creativity with color-coded poetry? If you wanted my full creative genius, you should have given us this assignment a month ago. I'm rewriting Emily Dickinson's "Nobody." Badly. It's noon. My class hands over the latest version of our client's book, with newly redesigned charts and graphs. I'm supposed to
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Ode to my Snowman

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Ode to my Snowman

Everybody says they like spring. Everybody thinks about the flowers blossoming, the bees humming, the slowly unfolding petals of golden-hued sunrises. Nobody thinks about my snowman, head slowly melting down, down, slumping to the side as he crumples against the blinding rays. He sags against my window, bleeding all over the pane in a final, pitiful cry for help. No number of helpful sticks, arrayed beneath him like a doctor's stretcher, will prop him back to life. The neighborhood children explode the last packed-powder balls of his faded figure with gleeful shrieks. They race off into the spring sunlight. Nobody watches my snowman close h
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Elementary School

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Elementary School

I threw sand in her face and SHOUTED and when the teacher tried to make me apologize I refused. Sitting in detention I nursed a warm, stubborn glow. She hit me first.
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Short: Train Saboteurs

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Short: Train Saboteurs

Ayas dangled upside-down beneath the uncontrolled maglev train. “You've got me, right?” he shouted. “I've got you,” Gavin replied, wrapping the rope around his hands and bracing his legs. “Hurry!” Ayas inched along the underside of the train to the rear of the caboose. He sliced the cables holding the furthest magnet in place. Next to Gavin, Gear gripped the two cars. The hulking robot groaned as he took the weight of the missing magnet. “You need to cut all of them to stop the train before it crashes,” Tiarre shouted, stowing her datapad in her conductor’s apron. “The calculatio
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The Goodwill Doll

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The Goodwill Doll

The doll has curling golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her dress has a small hole in the corner, but what do you expect at Goodwill? Your daughter will never notice, though. She’ll love the way its eyes open and close. You turn the doll over. $25. For a slightly chipped doll?! What a rip-off. You start to set the doll back on the shelf. You weren’t even here to get a doll. With a click and a whirr, the lights go out. Hardly even knowing what you’re doing, you stuff the doll into your purse. Almost before you finish, the lights flicker back on. There’s an employee walking past you, but he’s not paying attention
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Judge of Romance

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Judge of Romance

“I’ll love you forever.” The boy knelt beneath a starry sky, holding up a ring to the girl. A full moon illuminated the flowerbeds. “3/10,” Cupid snapped. “But sir!” The fairy at the monitor spun around in his wheelie chair. “He’s been courting her for over a year now!” “He’s just doing it to make his mother happy. Also, there’s a cameraman hiding behind that rosebush. Fake, all of it!” The pudgy god of love stomped onward, frowning at the next monitor. There, a pair of teenagers sat awkwardly in a restaurant, attempting to make small talk. “2/10,R
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The Shepherd

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The Shepherd

Tap, tap, tap. Shepherd ran his cane along the wooden step. The next step up should be around… there. He tapped out its height before stepping up. His soft grunt of exertion echoed in the empty amphitheater. The darkness around him was nearly complete. But some distance away, like fireworks in the night, red and gold ribbons exploded through the darkness, slowly coming closer. As Shepherd continued upward, he heard something new. Footsteps on grass, growing louder. Panting, and then the louder ringing of feet against wood. Shep rested on his cane and looked in toward the footsteps. “Pardon me. Is there trouble?” Silence.
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Bucket List

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Bucket List

I shouldn’t be afraid of heights anymore. I try taking another deep breath, but all that does is bring the salty air closer to me, reminding me of what I’m about to do. Autumn said this was safe, she does it all the time, I should stop being a baby and just go with her, and besides, wasn’t this my idea? Now here I am standing on the edge of a cliff wondering if she’ll notice if I run and hide in my car. What am I afraid of, dying? I’m already doing that. At least this way I would die in the open air. Not in a sterile hospital bed, watching my hair fall out as they pump me full of chemicals to kill my cells befo
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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

Not many people go willingly to death. Those that do are either blessed... or cursed. I am cursed. Awake “She’s metabolizing the anesthetic quickly. I’m giving her 2.2 mg of the inhibitor in case she wakes.” A needle sank into Arden’s inner elbow. She flinched away reflexively, and a hand gently caught and pressed her shoulder down against the cold stone floor. There was a distant shifting of fabric. The calm voice spoke again as the needle withdrew. “Involuntary movement, nothing to worry about. She’ll likely be down for another few minutes.” Arden opened her eyes a fraction. Brilliant whit
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And Yet

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And Yet

Against the greying sky Beneath the blacking rain Above my blue umbrella The branches are blossoming pink.
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The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

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The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be

She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, of guitars and stars, with such breathless intensity then stops short and apologises for speaking at all. All because somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares. People aren’t born sad. We make them that way.

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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

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Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One

Not many people go willingly to death. Those that do are either blessed... or cursed. I am cursed. Awake “She’s metabolizing the anesthetic quickly. I’m giving her 2.2 mg of the inhibitor in case she wakes.” A needle sank into Arden’s inner elbow. She flinched away reflexively, and a hand gently caught and pressed her shoulder down against the cold stone floor. There was a distant shifting of fabric. The calm voice spoke again as the needle withdrew. “Involuntary movement, nothing to worry about. She’ll likely be down for another few minutes.” Arden opened her eyes a fraction. Brilliant whit
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Back in the game with flash fiction

Back in the game with flash fiction

Hey! So I still exist, and I'm still writing. The novel is at 120K out of an anticipated 200K, and I'm hoping to finish it by the end of summer this year. I'm gearing up for Camp NaNo (http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/jerenda) in April. Maybe I can get ahead on my word count! I haven't been posting the novel, partly because it's raw and unpolished, and partly because I want to publish traditionally and I'm not sure how my publisher will feel about that. Once I finish the first draft, I'll need to cut it down to 100K, so there will be a lot of deleted scenes on the cutting room floor. Would you guys like to see those, or should they languish
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Poetry?

Poetry?

I'm in a poetry class this semester and I've been writing a lot of poetry, some of which is actually okay. I'm considering uploading some of it to DeviantArt. Thoughts?
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Tumblr!

Tumblr!

In honor of this beautiful journal skin, I decided to make a new journal entry. Namely, I would like to announce my tumblr page properly. I don't really fangirl much here, but I am quite a fangirl. I try not to let it show on my webpages much, so if you're curious what I'm into, go ahead and follow me. http://jerenda.tumblr.com/ If you have a tumblr, give me the hyperlink and I'll follow you.
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Greetings and thank you for faving.  :)
jerendaHobbyist Writer
You're welcome! I have a hard time connecting to 9/11 pieces - I was a little too young to really understand it, and I understood it slowly, filtered over days and weeks through the conversations around me, so it wasn't as huge and impactful for me as it was for other people. But I liked this pieces because it made sense to me, especially the way the narrator is dealing with it now by saying "I love you" all the time. And the language was well-designed and beautiful.
dog-on-the-floorStudent Writer
Thanks for the llama and the watch :)
In2umniaKillH3rHobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the Watch, it's really appreciated.
Thanks for the watch! ^_^
And also the fave! ^_^
jerendaHobbyist Writer
No problem! I really liked that piece, and although I do think the words could use a little tightening up, I found it very evocative.