Blog #2

There was one boy that everyone stayed away from. Had bright purple eyes, and long black hair (usually covering his face) Whenever anyone would approach him, he would yell out, "Stay away from me!" Even his own mother and father wouldn't get near him. He walks home, and wherever he walks, there are deep imprints in the ground. If someone would bump in to him, they would feel a pressure come on to them and they would start to have trouble walking, This was over with in around an hour when the person would be back to normal. The boys name was G, his parents decided his name needed to be no more then a letter. There was one boy who tried to be friends with G in school. The boy tried to shake G's hand... Nothing happened. It was a miracle! Usually whenever anyone would try to get near G something bad would happen, but this time, nothing! The boy introduced himself as Steve. Steve belonged to a very wealthy family. Steve and G became the best of friends, hanging out after school every day. One day they were playing in an ally, and a couple of men approached them. All of them looking rather "thuggish", one of them pulled out a knife. The man said, "I know you belong to a rich family." If I held you hostage I could rake in millions." he said as he licked his lips. "Hey boss! This isn't a good idea!" one of his underlings said. "whadda ya mean its not a good idea?! Its genius!" he responded. "But boss!.." "what is it?!" "Look at the other kid's eyes!" "Wha..?" G's eyes were gleaming purple, almost like a purple flame. with a single palm to the man's body, a huge gravitational pressure pushed upon him, bringing him to his hands and knees. G did the same to the other two, and told Steve that they should go. Steve asked G how he did that, G couldn't explain it to him. Steve accidentally got too close to G, and all of a sudden, he was dead, a bloody mass on the street. G went in to a uncontrollable rage as he realized the death of his one and only friend. the pressure called gravity pushed down on him, the pressure was too much, and G was dead.

Blog #3 six word memoirs.

1.) Discovered a new hobby. Called living.(I decided not to live in the past anymore)

2.) Discovered I'm not the crazy one.( I always thought I was crazy, but ex-girfriend proved me wrong.)

3.) Was young and foolish. Still foolish. (I always make mistakes, even now. Its human nature.)

4.) Wiser; going back to my roots. (After a traumatic event in my life, I came back to Rochester to find myself, and I'm the same way i used to be, just wiser)

5.) Even defeated, I can't be beaten.( If I get knocked down, I'll just get right back up.)

Blog #1 Welcome?

Is this a welcome? Or the start of a story? Or a long list of original pieces, with writings never seen before? Well I can't tell you what it's all about straight out, so you'll get a gist. As a writer, I like to tell stories never before told. Stories of all types of genres, stories of all shapes and sizes. Every piece of writing has a single basis, "BE CREATIVE!" Say something never before said, tell a new story, or re-write an old one. The objectives sound simple, but are they? With modern media corrupting my mind, I couldn't tell you if what I'm writing will just be a plagiarized piece of shit. But I can tell you one thing, It'll be an interesting to experience to read what I have to write. You can expect to see themes that are on many different spectrum, with story lines that will either make you raise an eyebrow in confusion, or in pure interest. I'd say my greatest strength is my ability to come up with a creative, not cliche sort of idea. My biggest weakness is my perfectionism holding me back. I'm inspired by the writer Dave Pelzer who wrote, "A Child Called it." A story that will forever be imprinted in my mind. When I read, I'm always like to read memoirs. Real life situations interest me much more then ones of fantasy. I'll try to show you what goes through my mind. Kick back, relax and watch the sparks fly, as I go on the grand adventure called, "Creative Writing."