Many people have been asking to read
some of my writing… well, I don’t really want people to read the entirety of
it, so here are some bits out of stories I’ve written. Also, please realize
that these have no correlation whatsoever to real life, writing is my escape,
not my time to continue the analysis of my life. However; most of the settings
will seem very familiar, mainly because I tend to write what I know. What I
know is
When the color of
the font changes, that means it’s a new story.
A Good Night
I go and sit on the couch again. Just enjoying the peace. What I should really do is go grab
one of the mix CD’s I made. It has a bunch of nice songs to put you in a
sentimental mood. It contains a lot of smooth jazz; something Garratt will only
listen to if we’re going to make out. He won’t listen to it at any other time.
I know Garratt would be more than willing to grab it for me, but still… I can
get it, no big deal. I get up and plod up the
Story Stats:
Two main
characters
First person
Person vs.
Self/Person vs. Nature
Teen
Realistic
Fiction/Romance
Rated PG
Future of
Dreams
The Dreams of
Allison Adelaide Applegate…
I roll over and hug Aubrey, he hugs me
back. “Why did he have to die? Why, why? Why did my brother, my baby brother,
have to die?” I ask. I’m crying very hard.
“I’m not sure. I do know that he was
wonderful… your little brother was always fun to be around, and he lived a
great life, especially for having cancer.”
“I know. But I still wish he were
alive today.”
“I know you do. Everyone does.
Everyone that is, except Bailey.”
Lying beside
you, here in the dark
Feeling your
heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our love be so blind
“Bailey definitely doesn’t any more.
What do you think they’re doing up there?”
“I don’t think we necessarily want to
know,” Aubrey replies, making me smile but only slightly.
“That’s probably true. But I don’t
care. I’m fine with the idea… From the day they met, Bailey was my little
sister.”
“That’s true…”
“I remember the day they got engaged.”
“Oh yeah, you told me about that.”
“I’m sure I did. After that they were
together… as much as possible.”
We sailed on
together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side
“See, there are some good thoughts about your brother and
Bailey. I think you’re holding them back from eternal life. When they get
eternal life, they’re not going to leave you; your spiritual relationship will
be even better.”
“Maybe,” I say. Knowing it’s something that I need to do… I’ve
tried really hard for a while now, but I still don’t feel like I’m totally
letting them go.
“Take my hands; you don’t need to do this alone,” he tells me
softly.
“I know.” I reach for his hands and hold onto them. I love
Aubrey’s hands. Actually, I love Aubrey’s everything.
“Relax… relax… relax… you’re letting him go.”
“Yes… God,
I love Ami a ton, but he needs to be in your hands now.”
“Release him into the arms of Jesus.
Your brother is always with you, always. He’ll never leave you. I know that
Ami’s always here. He died of one of the best causes.”
“God… take Ami, make sure he knows
that I love him though, and don’t ever separate him and Bailey.”
“He’s with her now. They’re together
for eternity, like they planned,” Aubrey mentions quietly.
So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms
“How are you feeling so far?” Aubrey
questions.
“Better. I feel much better. I don’t
feel abandoned, but still, it’s a bit difficult to adjust to.”
“Do you think he’s with God?”
“Sort of. I
still wish that I knew he was at home, going to school and you know, just doing
things that a typical seventeen-year-old does.”
“Remember when we were seventeen?”
“I do indeed.”
“Release… you’re home in my arms,
Bailey and Ami are home in not only each other’s arms, but the arms of Jesus.”
I take a deep breath and try and focus
on the concept, that my brother’s better than ever, and I can be too.
Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
All of a sudden I feel something. I’m
not sure what, but a feeling inside me tells me that everything’s going to be
okay now. Everything is going to be okay. I relax and drift off…
But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay.
Yes… he will be okay. He’s going to be
fine.
Story Stats:
Two main
characters
Third person
Person vs.
Self/Person vs. Nature
Teen
Realistic
Fiction/Romance
Rated PG-13
The End of Summer
I run out to the tramp, slip my sandals off, and start
jumping. Leaving from
Story Stats:
Two main
characters
Empire Builder;
Seattle via
First Person
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated G
Columbines for Einsteinia
Hospital Nights… again one of my
favorite parts of hospital stays. Peaceful,
safe, and calm. No stupid doctors around. I don’t know. I want to sleep,
but I don’t want to wake up. Not breathing is always an option, however… I
don’t really want to do anything. I guess I’ll lay here listening to AFI. It
reminds me of my best friend. She committed suicide about six months ago. I
miss her, although I’m happy for her. I feel assured that either she was
reincarnated or else is in heaven. I love you Emily.
Stats:
One main character
Diary
Person vs.
Self/Person vs. Society
Teen
Realistic
Fiction/Auto-Biography
Rated PG-13
Caliente
TO: Ruthie
Madigan
FROM: Mia
Oakland
Hey Ruthie,
I’m soon going to be on my way to
I really don’t have anything to say
right now; I miss my friends, but am excited to make new ones too. I can’t wait
to start school at HQ. How are things between you and Garratt? Good I hope. Gio and I decided to break up. We’ve known each other a
long time… our entire lives pretty much, but it wouldn’t work. I know that it
wouldn’t.
Okay, that’s really all I have to say
for now.
Love
your secret sister,
Mia
Oakland
Stats:
One main
character
First Person
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated G
Once we get off of the flight, it’s a mad rush to get to
the
Stats:
Two main characters
First Person
Person vs. Self
Teen
Romance
Rated PG-13
Dear Journal,
Tonight I did something that I didn’t
think I’d ever do with anyone, but I did. At age seventeen. I’m very happy I did
what I did; it was magical. It seriously could not have been any better. I want
it to happen again tomorrow night. Definitely. I guess
I’ll start at the beginning.
So today was the day that Luke and I
got home from ODP camp. Coming home was long; we left at
Anyway, so at 11:30, as promised, we
both get online, telling our families that we really need sleep, when really
that’s also a lot of what we did on the trip home. What Luke and I really
wanted was swimming. After talking for about an hour and a half (until 1:
Stats:
Two main
characters
Diary
Person vs. Self
Teen
Romance
Rated PG-13
Modern Day
Prophet
Gen, whom was
currently making herself a peanut butter and pickle sandwich, yelped, as she
accidentally sliced herself with a knife. Judging by the way blood was pouring
out and she could see some veins in her palm, it was deep. Her mother rushed
in, saw the blood, and grabbed the nearest towel, and handed it to her. She
grabbed her keys, “C’mon Genesis, let’s go.” As a part time emergency room
nurse, she was used to seeing blood.
Stats:
One main
character
Third Person
Person vs.
Nature
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated PG-13
Olivia’s Diary
Dear
Journal,
June 10
So today I checked into the hospital.
I think most of the scary parts are over, but I’m not sure. I don’t get it; I’m
the third, kid in the family, and the third person to get cancer. Braith and Ian were never affected by the disease, but both
of my parents were. Does that help? I really don’t know, since they were both
advised never to have kids, then once they got
together were almost point blankly told not to. Mom and Dad are both scared; I
think they know stuff that they’re not telling me. The hospital has a ‘no
secrets’ policy, but I think that mom and dad know stuff that even the Hospital
doesn’t.
I’ve heard talk about maybe moving
back to
The food here isn’t the best, but it’s
not awful either. Mom’s offered again and again to bring me other stuff…I think
she feels really guilty right now because for twenty three years, our family
has had kids but not cancer. Now, I have it. I don’t want her to feel bad;
doctors have assured the family again and again that they survival rate is 96%
-much better than what it was for her.
Braith’s
coming home from The New Stuff tomorrow. I don’t want her to stay more than a
couple of days; playing tenor has been her life long dream that she’s close to
full-filling. I hope that I get to talk to her on the phone all the time, but
her being at my side every second won’t help. Same with Ian; he’s coming home
from MIT and I don’t want him to make many sacrifices. I want Robert to be with
me a lot. First of all; he’s only 8, so he can be. Second of all: we’ve grown
up together. Braith and Ian are much older and
although they’re important, I just don’t know them as well as I do Robert.
Well… I know Braith as well, but not Ian.
My doctor is cool. She constantly
comes to check on me, and says that she’ll tell me stories. Mom and her are both from
Today options were talked about. I’ll
have chemo therapy, but my case is special. It’s an ‘experimental’ case because
they’ve never had a patient who’s parents’ both had
cancer when they were in their teens. I’m going to do what the doctors tell me
because they said it would be critical for a successful outcome.
I’m going to stop writing now, but
maybe I’ll write more later.
Stats:
One main
character
Diary
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated PG
A half hour later, Garratt was at the
sliding glass door. Ruthie slipped open the door very quietly, then motioned Garratt inside. Quietly, the two of them
walked upstairs.
“So what do you want to do? We have
probably three hours before I need to be back home,”
Garratt said.
“We could watch a movie, cuddle on the
bean bag or my bed…”
“Forget the movie… lets go for the
cuddling.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Ruthie
told him. She took his hand and slowly led him into her room. They’d been in
there together during the day, before, but never at night. At night Ruthie had
some special lights on that added a cool atmosphere to the room.
It was fairly dark though.
Stats:
Two main
characters
Second Person
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated PG-13
Dear
Friends,
March 2001
It’s Mem,
you remember me, don’t you? Well, today I’m eight years old. I think I’m going
to like being eight years old. My birthday was sure fun. When I woke up,
Arthur, Isabel, and James all started singing me happy birthday. Mummy fixed my
favorite breakfast, and since today is Sunday, Papa let me pick the scriptures
to be read out of the Bible after morning service. I felt really special. I
picked the story of Ruth, because I really like that one, and Ruth has the same
first letter in her name as I do. That is really neat.
Sundays for our family are kind of
strict; we’re supposed to be quiet and remain inside all day. When I was
littler that used to bug me, but today it was fun. Mummy started teaching me
how to do fine embroidery work, and also how to roast a pig. The pig tasted so
delicious for dinner! Even Papa and Arthur said so. I felt happy. After dinner,
mum said that I could skip helping do the dishes and go visit Cari because she’s my best friend. That was fun because I
never get to see her on Sundays. I still would never want to live anywhere but Adiron. I belong here. It’s my place in the world.
Stats:
One Main
Character
Adiron
Diary
Person vs.
World
Teen
Historical/Realistic
Fiction
Rated NC-17
Switched!
Hi, my name’s
Ruthie. I’m sixteen-years-old, from
I’ve been
writing seriously since about the sixth grade, now I’m a sophomore in high
school. I like writing because it just takes me out of the real world.
Garratt:
Walking down the terminal is very
tough. I look back at Ruthie and wave, blow her a kiss, then
find my seat. I look out the window and wave to her again. She waves back. I
miss her so much; already. I don’t know if the trip made it easier or harder,
but I know that I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. It was so
amazing. My stomach’s in knots right now.
Stats:
Two main
characters
TV Show
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction
Rated PG
Can’t Be With
You
“Beep, beep, beep,” my alarm clock says,
signaling that it’s time for me to get up. I shut it off and roll out of bed,
onto the floor and then start by doing fifty push-ups. I pretty much sleep
through them, in a sense. After the fifty push-ups comes 100 sit-ups; those I
also sort of doze through. After the calisthenics, I go and put my skating
uniform on and grab my work out bag. Heading out to the kitchen, I take my
breakfast out of the cupboards and the fridge; a power bar, yogurt, and a
container of juice. I also grab my lunch bag that contains an apple, sandwich,
bottle of water, and carton of yogurt.
“Ready to go?”
Mom asks me.
“Uh-huh,” I reply. We both head out to
the van and I eat my breakfast on the way to the rink.
“See you at 1,” she says as I climb
out of the car. It’s about
I walk inside. It’s great when it’s
all silent and only my team is around. We have six skaters on our team we all
do the early morning work out from 5:30 to 1, but then four days a week, all of
us come back and skate again from 3 to 7. It doesn’t leave too much free time,
but after the skating camp, things’ll be a lot less
intense. The camp that our team is attending is very select and only five teams
are getting to go, out of about 70 that auditioned.
“Okay, c’mon ladies. Let’s start
taking some warm up laps; I want to see you sweating by the time you’re done.
After the warm-up laps, you know the stretches, then
we’ll get working on your team routine. I have to finish designing your
uniforms and making sure all the proper forms and everything’s set for camp,”
Coach Reich tells us. She goes over to the stereo and puts in a CD of mixed pop
artists. Our team starts the warm up… it’s going to be one tough work out.
Stats:
Three main
characters
First person
Person vs. Self
Teen
Realistic
Fiction/Romance
Rated G
You now have seen and/or read samples of fourteen stories I’ve
written… some of them are complete, some are not. Realize that you have seen or
read none of ‘the Meredith’ series, which is a good portion of my completed
writing. If you’re interested in reading more, let me know, because I might
just let you. I hope you’ve enjoyed the excerpts and check back some other time
for more.
-Melodie