Michael's World (Blog)

Tag: Writing

  • Anybody there?

    There’s something strangely freeingabout seeing your words out thereLikeMaybe these words are notjust being screamedinto the void heard by nobody I wonder if my words make an impactif so few people see themshould I keep talkingeven if I’m not sure anyone’s listening? Sometimes you need to saywhat you need to say

  • An Alien Conversation

    First of all, before you read this, this is not a continuation of Shelly’s story. This is about… well… a conversation between aliens. Anyway, I hope you like it, because it’s basically an experiment to see how I like writing in this genre. Also, this is going to be mostly dialogue, like when you’re watching…

  • Part 9: Home at Last!

     So, I get to go home, where I am welcomed by Lydia. “Lydia is so glad that Shelly’s home! She was worried about Shelly!” You can always tell when it’s Lydia speaking, I thought, of course she’s always speaking in third person. “I missed you too, kid.” I say, realizing as I said it that…

  • My Writing Schedule–Revisited

    So last year, I wrote a post about my writing schedule.  I don’t really have a writing schedule, but I did pretend to have one for a while before I fell of the proverbial cliff earlier this year.  At the beginning of the year, and by that I mean January 1st, I started writing a…

  • Part 8: Alone with Daren

    The doctors and nurses leave. Eventually my family and Daisy went home. I’m spending the night here. The only person left is Daren. “I’m sorry, Shelly. I was stupid. I will try my best to make it up to you, I really will.” Somehow, I’m not as mad anymore. I accept his apology. “It’s okay.…

  • Part 7: Waking up at the Hospital

    I’m faintly aware of crying. Of worry. Of people, rushing around me. The world. Spinning. My eyes are closed, they always have been, it seems. It’s bliss. Quiet. Here, in the darkness and lightness and fuzziness of the moment between sleep and wake. The darkness lures me in. I accept its pleas for my presence.…

  • Part 5 of my New Story: Band Class!

    My third period was, as you know, band. I walk through the door, and what do you know, of course that guy from science is here. The band directors introduce themselves, and then we go introduce ourselves to our fellow band members. I found Daisy in the alto saxophone bunch. “Hey, Daisy!” I said. “Remember…

  • Part 4 of my New Story: Environmental Science

    Next period was environmental science. This teacher welcomed me better. As I walked through the doorway, a young, energetic-looking teacher said, “Welcome! You look a little young, but then again, so do I! What’s your name?” He looked like he had a bit too much coffee and a bit too many donuts this morning. “My…

  • Part 3 of my New Story! (I really should come up with a better name)

    My first class was algebra 2. When I walked through the door, the first thing my teacher said was, “Are you lost? Looking for algebra 1? It’s right down the hall, honey. First classroom on the left.” My face must have betrayed my emotions, because the next thing my teacher said was, “I’m sorry. I…

  • Part Two of my new story: The Bus Ride

     “Mom! I’m ready to go!” I shouted. (She was in the other room.) “Wait right there Shelly! I have to take first day of school pictures of you, Lydia, and Tony!” She replied from her room. Tony is my little brother. He’s starting first grade this year. And he’s super smug about it too. It’s…