Strangers at a Bar

He gazed at her in astonishment and quickly closed his mouth, glancing around hoping no one noticed. The audience roared to life as she belted out that last word of a song he didn’t recognize. Many of the individuals praised her with applause, whistles and hoots. She flashed the audience a sly smile, flipped her shoulder length crow colored curly hair over her should and strutted off the stage.

His steely cold sky colored eyes followed her as she took a seat at the bar. She reached into her silver studded clutch and pulled out a compact mirror. She looking into it, and noticed in the reflection of the mirror someone was watching her. She didn’t react; she simply reached into her clutch and pulled out a raspberry colored lipstick. She slowly applied the lipstick while studying the appearance of the individual who was watching her. She found him quiet attractive…but too young to be in an environment as such. The young man was still watching her, and he knew. He knew that she was watching him.

She closed her compact mirror, and returned it into her clutch and turned around to face the young man. She stared him, hoping he would look away. He continued to stare at her, completely aware he was lacking subtleness. She got off her chair and approached him.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked. He didn’t respond right away. He stared at for several seconds then said “You sang beautifully”. She didn’t thank him for the compliment. She had become accustomed to individuals telling her that.

“Do you sing?” she asked curiously

He chuckled and said “No. Not like you. You come here often?”

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously and said “Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. How about you?”

“Just scoping the place out, heard there were beautiful singers here” he said flashing her devious smile.

She smiled slightly and asked “Anyone in particular?”

“I met one, just a few minutes ago” he replied.

She took a step closer to him and “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re the 2^nd best singer I’ve seen tonight” he said.

She took a step back, insulted “Whose the first?!” she asked with hint of jealously in her voice.

“You didn’t see her?  She came on before you went on stage” he said tauntingly.

A smile spread across her face and she said knowingly

“I was first”. She waited hoping he would react after being caught in a lie. He didn’t even bat an eye.

“They must have a damn good radio” he said smiling.

“If you like the radio, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show live” she replied.

“I already did, but I’ll like to see it again”. She smiled at him

“Come back on Monday and you will” she said reassuringly.

“I heard you hold the best midnight shows” she said smiling alluringly

“Come Monday night and you’ll see” she replied. She gave him a quick wink and sashayed out of the club.

Harmless Wolves

 

She glanced behind her quickly, the distrustful tattooed youth she collided with several blocks before were still following her like a pack of wolves. She turned the corner and realized in a quick second she was trapped. She turned around to face her captors.

“Miss, you dropped your wallet"

 

A Castle Made Of Shattered Glass

 

As I read the concluding page of The Glass Castle, multiple concepts and emotions circulated my mind. I was saddened and angered at all the humiliation and obstacles Jeanette and her siblings had to overcome. However I was quite jovial that Jeanette, Lori and Brian escaped the underdeveloped city of Welch to surmount to greater achievements in New York City. When I finished the memoir, Jeanette Walls gave me the impression that the overall message of The Glass Castle is that you can't make the decision of what family you are born into, you just have to accept your family for who and what they are and overlook their faults and mistakes. Throughout the unfolding of the memoir I observed that loyalty is displayed among Jeanette, Lori and Brian, which I believe is part the authors overall message.Despite the fact their parents neglected them. they still remained loyal to them.

I didn't acquire an abundance of information from this unit with the exception of difference between autobiographies biographies and memoirs  However I did learn something about life from Jeanette Walls memoir. I learned that any individual can triumph over hardships and misfortune if they implement and dedicate themselves to achieving success. When writing my memoir I did encounter several difficulties because a memior cannot incorporate every conceivable occurrence. In certain sections of my memoir, I found myself providing the reader with unnecessary detail. What I most enjoyed about writing about my memoir was reminiscing. A one certain point I found myself laughing at my lack of attentiveness to stay awake in church for an hour and half. 

My writing hasn't  changed drastically. However I observed that I tend to tell rather than show in my writing. So in the future when I find myself writing, whether it be a memoir or not I will make a prodigious effort to show my readers what is happening rather than tell.

he love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.
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 Reflection of glass memoir

The Entrance into the Realm of the Unknown

Ever since I was a child I loved writing. I remember when I was little my friends would be outdoors in the hot summer sun playing games that involved running and chasing while I would be lounging on my bed, feet in the air writing my stories in my notebook .I had a peculiar  notebook that contained all my stories which I kept hidden in secret location .Whenever I was writing I hated to be disturbed, I felt as though if someone interpreted me, the brilliance would disappear.

Whenever I had paper or a writing utensil in my hands my imagination ran wild. I would write stories about princess and princes, dragons, fairies, mystical animals and more more. However as I got older I noticed that my stories took a more serious toll. Princess,princes, fairies and dragons ceased to exist in my stories. My characters began experiencing real life situations, such as death and heartbreak. I still enjoy writing immensely but not about mystical things. I enjoy writing about things that real life individuals such as myself can relate to. A lot of my ideas are derived from books, articles, magazines I read. If you were to glance upon my library you would observe that are genres ranging from horror, to romance to biographies. I'm a very open minded when it comes to literature.

As a writer I don't presume I can determine my strengths or weakness, I leave the decision up to the reader. As I writer I am expressing my thoughts and emotions in a fictional or non-fictional manner to entertain the reader in a positive or negative way. The only mistake I can make as a writer is failing to satisfy or entertain the reader. I  took this class because individuals who aren't familiar with me,will receive the opportunity to provide me with their honest opinion on my written pieces. As an individual I don't want my writing wander anywhere but my notebook. My aspirations are not become a published author. If I  happened to be graced with that wonderful opportunity, I will cease it. For me writing is a way I express my emotions and thoughts. An escape from the struggles and sadness we often seen depicted day to day. Not only in our lives but in the lives of others.