Posts by Kayla

The Grief Steps by Ashley G.

Posted by on Jul 17, 2015 in Other Writings | 0 comments

Today’s story comes from AYWI student Ashley!

The Grief Steps

The therapist has asked if I understand that I’m now in the fourth stage of grief, which is depression. This is her second time asking. I haven’t answered because I can’t stop picking at a stubborn piece of lint that will not come up off the couch.

“Rachel?” she says. She’s being patient. She’s kept her voice very soft. I know she’s getting annoyed, though, and this does give me satisfaction. “Do you understand what I’m saying about the stage of grief you’re in?”

“Yes,” I say. No.

“And do you understand that even though it doesn’t feel like progress to be depressed, that it is in fact progress?”

“Yes,” I say. Shut up, lady.

She sits back. “Well,” she says. “That’s fantastic.”

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“Balanced” by Ashley G.

Posted by on May 5, 2015 in Other Writings | 0 comments

This piece comes from AYWI student writer, Ashley G!

Light is valuable. Dark is mysterious. As one, they’re ying yang. They fight battles of mystic creatures: vampires, werewolves, Cyclops, dragons, fays, elves, fairies, and witches. Each have valuable powers too powerful for mystickind and humankind. Light and Dark have wings of unknown force. They are the so called heroes of the dimensions. Light and Dark have love that no one has ever seen. They live in the in-between dimension of Good and Bad. Magic and Science. Real and Fantasy. Life and Death.

They hold the balance that can easily tip if not to careful. That can rain destruction or rain pure happiness and unicorns. A little of too much and the spilt of time and space can in one swift move have our dimensions vanished from the universe into an unknown land of nothing but whiteness. Nothing can set the balance right. Light and Dark can’t. The end will be the same if tipped, good or bad, the worlds will collide and will tear the worlds into nothing.

Light and Dark will parish as they try to save the worlds but since they are immortal they can’t die as race after race is no longer visible. That is until two babies, Kai and Zea, can help parish the worlds back together. As harmony strikes and melody flows. They will bring back the balance of time and space. It may take time but we will all see each other again. Maybe in first life or maybe in second life. Who knows?

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Genres by Ashley G.

Posted by on Apr 17, 2015 in Other Writings | 0 comments

This post was written by AYWI student blogger Ashley!

Genres. Without genres, there would be less creativity in the universe. It would be bland. Just black and white. No color. Genres are the secret ingredient to books, movies, music, dance and etc. They help people decide what they like and what they don’t like. Many may like action; others may enjoy horror. 

I believe genres are what define a person. It sets each individual to be unique and one of a kind. Genres define writers as a whole and as to what they prefer to write. They are the source that keeps the world spinning with imagination. If we didn’t have genres, it would be  boring and plain. No action. No fear. No sadness. No joy. No emotion for the human brain to comprehend. 

For me, I love most of the genres. I know others may enjoy only one genre or as many as they would like. But, with being an author, a musician, an artist, a dancer or whatever career you choose try working with different genres. It may just brighten your horizon. The one genre you despise could end up being a favorite of yours if you give it a try. Genres give us a chance to venture out of our comfort zone. There are a lot of genres out there.  So many that I don’t have enough fingers to count them all. For those that love to read, try at least reading a different genre a day. You may not know it, but it could change your life forever. I know they change my life every day. 

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Reading Matters by Ashley G

Posted by on Feb 27, 2015 in Other Writings | 0 comments

This post was written by AYWI student blogger Ashley!

Reading is important for many reasons. It helps with expanding your vocabulary and it increases your imagination. To me, writing isn’t just about words;  it’s also about creative pictures. It’s almost like dancing, singing and drawing. Those activities are a way to express yourself. Writing is also a part of that. Writing can help you calm down and it can help motivate you. That’s just how much I enjoy reading and writing. It’s a motivation for me!

With writing, you can do anything with your words and imagination because you have the ability to draw a picture in your readers’ mind. Your writing should be creative to help encourage your readers to read your book. You should  also hold your reader’s attention when you’re writing. That could help encourage your readers to want to read more of what you’re writing. Writing can be fun at any given time.

Nowadays, people don’t read because they don’t have the encouragement or desire to do so.  Our books should be able to help encourage a person to read. I believe words are powerful and if you have the ability to transform letters into words, then you have the ability to change the mind of  one person’s perspective on reading. That is all that it takes and that one person can help change more people’s perspective on reading. You can help change many as well. Every author in this world, aspiring or published,  should have at least one book that they have written or is writing that will have some positive change on a person’s life and by doing so that will change the life of both yours and theirs forever. Let’s encourage one reader with one book at a time.  Happy Reading!

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“Rain” by Erin W.

Posted by on Feb 17, 2015 in Feature, Other Writings | 0 comments

The following is a piece of microfiction written by AYWI student blogger Erin. 

It was raining as she strode down the street, a fine, misting rain that beaded on her eyelashes.  He was late:  they were supposed to meet at the boardwalk at nine, but by her watch it was three past nine and he was nowhere to be seen.  Her white, gauzy sundress clung to her body.  There was no umbrella; she hadn’t planned on the rain.

In her mind, his homecoming was bright and sparkling, silhouetted by a watercolor orange sunset.  The water was there, to be sure, but as she looked to her left the white-capped surf crashed into a graphite beach, and a slate-colored sky arced overhead, punctuated by wheeling seagulls.  She’d never seen her little town so muted.

The rain strengthened.  She pushed her wet hair out of her face.  She splashed through puddles, and, looking down, saw her worn rubber rain boots and almost laughed.  They were supposed to be symbolic.  A sundress and rain boots.  Something to smile over, once they were together again.  Her boots were beginning to be flecked with mud.  She glanced around.  He wasn’t coming.  She didn’t think she wanted to keep waiting anymore.

She turned to go, to flee the damp for a novel and hot chocolate by the fireplace, and suddenly he was there, not a hundred yards away. She gasped, her hand to her mouth.  He grinned.  She was still for a moment, and then she began to run towards him, dress soaked, boots muddy, racing in the rain.

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