Vacation-FLASH

She walks down the beach hand in hand with him.  The sun starts to go down, but she refuses to turn back and go to the hotel.  When he tries again to get them to leave, she sits in the sand and tells him fine, he can leave. He sits down behind her and wraps his arms around her shoulders, resting his head on top of hers.  Ok, he says. We can stay.

Moving In-- FLASH

She was unpacking one of the multitudes of her boxes she brought over from her last apartment.  He walked in with more boxes of stuff. Looking around he sees that she separated the boxes, his and hers, and put them on opposite sides of the room. He puts his box down and asked her what happened. She organized it. To him, it looked more like segregation but he kept his mouth shut.  Opening the newest box he brought in, he pulls out a photograph.  When he shows it to her she says it was from their vacation last spring break then she turns away.  He looks at it one more time, remembering how happy they were then puts the photo on the table in the center of the room and turns back to his side as well.


This is a flash from a play that I am writing. I had to turn it into more of a novel feel instead of the regular play format.

A Perfect World- FLASH

Sitting in class she checks her phone again.  Nothing. Just the time flashing, notifying her it's been almost three hours since she got out of bed, and it's two hours later in New Jersey.  She sighs, trying not to think too much, but that never works.
     The conversation runs back through her head, the one they should be having right now.  They should be talking and laughing, like nothing is going wrong. He should be telling her about his day, how he slept the night before, the classes he's taking, what time his plane leaves and what time it gets in.  She should be telling him about how she can't wait for him to come home, how she's so excited to see him tomorrow.  She should be telling him how she hasn't practiced since Saturday, but she doesn't feel worried. She'll save that for Tuesday when the performance comes up.
     She checks her phone again and sees that there's a message! From her mom. She puts the phone away and vows to stop checking until lunch, but that never works.

Death Through Rioting

My Newest Poem:                                       

Part of my life

 She knits every day for hours non stop.

The sweetest creature known to man kind.

For Valentines Day, my boyfriend gave me a rose plant.  Aren't the new leaves just so wonderful! I love it to pieces.

Where I work as an intern(: My life.

Creative Writing Assignment

 

-John Christopher Depp II-

FINAL

At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice….  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are they coming? Are they coming Gilbert?  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  He is the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA.  I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now he whispers to me.  So many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  A math teacher.  Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.  Everything is a collection of memories of scenes from different stories.  He leaves.

 My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

I head back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

THIRD REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice….  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are they coming? Are they coming Gilbert?  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA.  I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now he whispers to me.  So many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.

 

Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time. 

 

My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

I head back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

SECOND REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice.  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his turn. He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.

 

Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time. 

 

My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

Back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

FIRST REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice.  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his turn. He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  Someone will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? No.  A math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner. I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to join me.  Then she says yes.

 

John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.  My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

Back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

ROUGH DRAFT

Right now I am eating my cinnamon roll and thinking about him.  I can feel his mind infiltrating mine as we slowly become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all that he has been through in his life all of his multitudes of characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into cry baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN jack sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are. Am I a best people? I certainly do hope so.  Oh yes he is here, in my mind accompanying me learning my thoughts as well as I learn his. His move to LA with his first wife to start a new life. My dreams of going there, he is calling me to leave look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his time. He has so many lives he has lived and he takes them with him in his dreams.   His best friend and HIS wife in his life all the time trading off being each other and one another and creating different worlds where each competes to be the best character.

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  Someone will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? No.  A math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner. I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to join me.  Then she says yes.

 

John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.  My mind feels empty without his presence.

 Back to loneliness.

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Success

 

  

[You leave me too soon]

[and I'm left] and empty shell

[wondering what's'

[to happen next]

 

 

You have burrowed yourself into my mind my heart my body my soul.

 

You have become the single most important part of my life.

 

If I never become rich or famous but I continue to keep you I would still call myself successful.