Creative Writing

Over Winter Break-I watched Dead Poets Society one night with my parents. Carpe Diem they say. The next night we sat on the same couch and watched Good Will Hunting. That’s the good stuff, they say. 

There is a hamster in my mind,

I have been thinking for the past few weeks of a great thing to write about.

On a Saturday afternoon at the down parts of La Jolla, I sat on a white sand beach with the orange ball of light on it's way to set in the background. 

I sit on the couch with my legs crossed over.

My feet move one in front of the other up the steep hill while the sun beats down on my back, I tell myself that the view is worth it. I tilt my head up, my dad is off the path rubbing his fingers together, as if he is creating a little fire. He walks over to me and drops little white flowers that crumble to the touch. 

I wish there was a reason

Missing Altadena

The feeling is pasted within me.

My biggest fear when I first started college was not dancing. I realized towards the end of my senior year of high school this beautiful gift of movement was handed to me each and every day. I never thought twice about paying for a dance class or worrying if I had the time to fit one into my schedule. Both were a given.