March 29, 2017

Posts from "Portfolio"

  • Portfolio | Oct.27, 2011

    Missing from the Laboratory (Part 4)

    The slow shuffle of footsteps echoed in the room. Henry froze. If someone turned on the lights, he would be a sitting duck. A shiver went down his back; he realized Sophia was sitting alone in the parking lot. What was he going to do? He was lying next to a dead body and the murderer seemed to still be there.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.27, 2011

    Metal and Knives and Everything Nice

    She couldn’t move. The wet floor soaked through her pants and wracked her body with cold, but she wouldn’t allow the muscular spasms to take place. In the dark, she couldn’t see the long metal daggers that were welded onto each surface of the closet, but she knew they were there. Shivering would surely invite one of the rusted tips into her pulsing white skin, swapping death for life. She wasn’t sure what would get her first, the unstoppable rush of blood from her veins or the infection that laced each spike. She had to get out of there alive.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.27, 2011

    Silhouettes

    Cataclysmic centerhold

    Keeping all horrors from Bethlehem

    How long, how long

    We stared at the sun

    Tossed and spun

    In our little steel snuffbox

    Twisting gently in the radiant heat

    Posing for the sculptor time

    Flaking, peeling

    Wilting like petals in late spring

    We stared at the sun

    Great fusion rampant

    Ember lambent

    Glare of glares

    We stared

    Choking on keratin

    We were mostly silhouettes

    Staring at the sun

    Till we burned to ash.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.20, 2011

    From the Moon of a Gas Giant

    Black orb over the waterfall, Black mast, slim and tall; White ship, sails dead, White birds overhead, The bright star watching everything And a great tree over me. I sat beneath the arbor grand, Black reeds in my hand And I, upon the satellite— Black orb, pulling through the night Its precious cargo, green and fair, And I, a tiny freckle there, Along for the ride.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.20, 2011

    Missing from the Laboratory (Part 3)

    Brad was lucky to be alive. Sophia ran experiments on the chemical they found in the car, and discovered that it was hydrogen sulfide gas. The gas was at such a high concentration that just breathing it in a few times could have been fatal. The gas was also extremely flammable, and one turn of the ignition would have caused an explosion. Sophia knew what this could mean. Joe might not just be missing; he could be dead….

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  • Portfolio | Oct.20, 2011

    From Behind the Shades

    Would it be wrong if I told you I wanted to know your thoughts?

    I want to walk the labyrinth of your thoughts.

    I want to see what you see.

    I want to feel what you feel.

    I want to love what you love.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    Overeager Flirting Antics Part 2

    I think I can count the amount of truly “smooth” talkers I have come across throughout my college and high school experiences on one hand. Although every Destiny’s Child song, chick flick, and 80s television sitcom aims to warn girls against the dangerous power of a guy with a sugarcoated tongue, I have to say, I respect a boy who has excellent game. Now, I know it’s totally unfair that boys get the responsibility of making the first move and pursuing girls, so I’ve made it a point to never discount a guy just because he’s shy. But there is no denying that it’s more fun to flirt with a boy who’s really good at it. For every good flirt, though, there exist 10 bad flirts. Loud guys, quiet guys, rude guys, obnoxious guys, and vulgar guys. It’s exhausting, to say the least. So boys, do you want to know what women really want? Go ask your girlfriends, and actually listen to their answers. Want to know what we don’t want? Read below.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    In A World of Memory

    David’s first memory was of the sky. It was a perfect sky given that David had never seen one before; he had nothing to compare to its fresh blue color and swollen white clouds. David had a hard time remembering his childhood. He would recall bits and pieces now and then: a coiled blonde strand of his mother’s hair, a frayed edge of the red carpet that used to occupy his small room. However, those memories were not important to David; they were fading stars in a galaxy of vast proportions.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    Missing from the Laboratory (Part 2)

    Sophia woke up the next morning anxious to get to the lab and check on her experiment. They had been working on it for 18 months and she didn’t know what she would do if all of the work was gone. She had never gotten ready more quickly.

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  • Portfolio | Oct.06, 2011

    The Morning Bus Bench View

    Pigeons gather around Pam as she sits on the bus bench. They jump in place, turning in circles, scrounging for food. Pam reaches into the side-pocket of her pink-crocheted sweater for some sunflower seeds. She scatters them across the sidewalk. The pigeons dive, fighting each other for the scarce food. A slow smile spreads across Pam’s face as she watches them devour the seeds.

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