The Plot Sickens: Free-write & Reflection

My free write had no violence in it. I personally would love to write about blood and gore. But I have a feeling it wouldn't go over with my particular teacher. I love the color of blood, personally. When students think of heroes it’s always people with money. This is very true. But in our generation the older or now a-day people we think of, they are all insane because they like to make up random things or say they plan to do something and then never live up to it. The expectations of the old “heroes” just aren't there anymore. The past generations all think young people are always up to something so they shut them out or order them not to do anything. This proves to be a very bad thing for the younger people. This is bad because if they have no one to go to then they prove themselves in another way. Their emotions basic show in everything they do but no one will open their eyes and take a look at what’s really happening. My free write is about my passion and completely deviates from what the author is saying about young writers. My life revolves around my passion for horse. Most of my writing will be revolving around my horse or the ones I want. But just for an amusement I like to be really messed up in the head and go for complete gore. I love blood and gore. This has nothing to do with the economy or politicians, it is only my mind having fun and experimenting with what I can accomplish in writing.   

Free Write about Fog

                It was Christmas Eve. Fog struck to the tarmac at Lindbergh field. People were waiting for many things. They were waiting for flights to leave or people to come pick them up. It was all lit up for Christmas. People were talking happily and/or singing away to the music over the speakers. All I could see was people, people, people! I don’t know if u can tell, but I don’t like lots of people in a huge crowd. I don’t mind a few but not crowds. I walk fast so walking slow pisses me off. As I went outside I was allowed to sneak back and see the planes because of all the fog no one could see me. Camouflage and black clothing is a wonderful thing for sneaking around whether u plan to or not. So as I snuck back I saw that the planes were trying to move through the fog. It was incredible stupid to do that because u can’t see the other ones. So since I have some experience with planes thanks to my boyfriend’s dad’s simulator that I have flown a couple of times. So being me I decided to go help before a huge crash happens. Luckily my horse was around the corner getting unloaded and soon will be in a trailer. We were there for hours before planning to leave. So I worked his jet leg out already so now he was just as bored as I was. In the time I had gotten him saddled and had on neon green equipment, the planes were told to stay put on lot and couldn't move from their parking spaces. So since we’re bored we decided that the field next to the runway was a perfect running area. As we walked to the runway area a small jet came down it, and it was my Josh (boyfriend) coming back from checking on his military friends. He rolled next to me and asked what I was up to. I said since no one was using the field I would take the chance and stretch Tucker’s legs (horse). He said I really shouldn't but it didn't stop me. So I continued my course and jogged him to the field to warm him up. We ran for about 2 hours then the fog started to leave. We decided it was time to go back and see if the trailer was there. He cooled down on the walk over. When we got back we had the trailer waiting and he was nice and cooled out. He was then loaded into it and we headed back home. Later that month, we heard on the news that hoof prints we spotted on the runway and in the field next to it. They said they might have swan a rider and horse pair through the fog. They said that they would make this a legend for all the kids to enjoy.     

Self - Deprecation

                  During the end of last year there was an incident where my maturity level almost went out the window. Last year a bunch of us students would go and help clean the cafeterias after lunch. Certain people has certain jobs but if someone couldn't make it we would go the extra mile and help one another. Usually I never have a problem with controlling my temper. I wish I could solve things with fist fights but I would never actually get into one. There has only been a few occasions where I started a yelling match with someone out of anger but it hasn't happened in a long time. I would never start or intentionally throw a punch at someone. During this one time when we were cleaning the caff I almost completely lost all form of maturity. When we went to the caff this one afternoon, I was to put the chair back to their original tables. Two of my friends were told to clean the tables. When they finished cleaning I asked if they could help me since they were done, But for some reason that day they rudely said "no, we're busy!" while they just stood there watching me get more frustrated. During this time I took my temper out on the chairs by getting them all done way faster then I would normally. After I finished I went back to class and cooled down. Later that week we talked it out. We are now back to being friends and talk all the time.