WriteMyke

A first-floor parking spot. A Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato with two extra shots of espresso. A friendly tail-wag. A stranger’s genuine smile. Sleeping in. The calm before the storm (in both the literal and metaphorical sense.) A good beat. A cool and refreshing breath of air. A two-cup bounce shot. A triumphing active apathetic avoidance of embarrassment. Steak. Whiskey/Ginger. A clean house. A classy woman. The few times a year where you get to blast the heat and roll the windows down to create a small, controlled sense of chaos as two temperature extremes flow around you in a whirlwind of subtle variances between chills and hot flashes while still being subjected to the crisp fresh air around you outside.

I'm taking creative writing. I believe that my portfolio will be expanding quite a bit in this class. My instructor has already declared that she's simply going to make us write. So, my blog should expand quite a bit as well. The particular assignment is to take the last line from a poem we like (Edgar Allen Poe - "The Raven") and make it the first line of our own, original piece. This is the result: Shall be lifted nevermore, Beyond the earth evermore Past the scarecrow of paramour To a place I’ve been before. Try to deceive against the grain, Abolished from the masses I came, Rise above the ashes of fame, To thyself, myself became. Teach the lessons of the past Knowledge of man amassed, Instruction manual of life surpassed To a place greater than vast. Grasped before the value of pain Fermented truth of solidified disdain Pushed aside my telltale bane The fragment of existence remains. Shall be lifted nevermore, Beyond the e...