Makenna Bolton
Bio
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
Stories (15/0)
A woman is a God
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky; the rosy mist spread across the land, stalking its inhabitants until the time struck 3:33am. As if this beautiful, lavender flame had been blown out; the mist would retreat and the stars beamed into sight, the dark blue sky cast overhead. The Earth continued her rotation, as stars zoomed past, and planets came in and out of view; so close in fact, that they took up majority of the sky. Seeing with our naked eye, the colors and details of their exterior pattern. The nightly world enchanted the planet until 5:55am. When the sun goddess rode her chariot through the air to wake the women and creatures of the Earth.
By Makenna Bolton21 days ago in Fiction
I’m fucking dying, where are you?
Listen, what happens to our personal accounts when we forget our passwords? From my experience and understanding, nothing happens. It doesn’t shut down, it doesn’t glitch, so much as long as no one gets hold of it and abuses it; it simply exists on its own. Rotting, waiting for our return to give it energy, and life. Perhaps it needs us, but without “us” it has no life, no purpose to fulfill: but then again, we created it, so it is our responsibility to remember it, and use it wisely and carefully. What you have read, and what you will read is no fictional story; it is a beg, a plead, a desperate cry for help. The final reach for a hand to cling to, with the last bit of life it has left. We were given life on this planet, and for billions of years, we have evolved, reproduced and created so much. Humans have been here only a short amount of time, but in that tiny fraction we have taken Earth’s resources and utilized them to invent technology, vehicles, all the modern day to day things we use in our lives. Granted, a lot has brought us some amazing inventions, and it has made life easier for us. Yet, then again, there’s that word.. us. We’ve only ever thought of ourselves; we do not blink, nor take a second of hesitation to stop and think about the consequences of our so called easy life. We kill animals for our amusement, for decoration, for fashion. We throw our own inventions away into nature, wasting the products that make our lives more efficient because we are on the go, and we don’t want to take the time to properly dispose of it. We are constantly stripping the green from this planet, and slowly it has become an unsuitable and unsafe environment for many species, including our own. And for what? To make life easier and more efficient? So that we can get to the 9-5 jobs faster, give more money to the government that we cannot feel safe with to make humane choices? To live the “American dream” and feed into the conforming system? Wake up. Humans have put a price tag on life itself, deciding and depicting what is valuable and what is worth our eyes to see, and if you are not good enough to a society that has blinded you, then you will be disposed of too.
By Makenna Bolton2 months ago in Earth
Wander in the mind
Today I woke up rather early, 6am to be specific. I usually wake up around 9am, not too early, but just the right amount of time to start my morning before I feel it’s time for afternoon activities. But today I woke up at dusk, I didn’t want to move, I lied there awake and aware, hearing the sounds of my maids and servants at work outside my room. I had no job, I was an heiress, daughter of a wealthy businessman; my father was always traveling, and my mother was dead, so I was mainly on my own. I entertained myself in my home everyday, good thing it’s big too, or I’d be extremely bored. Especially since I never go outside, Im not allowed, but I’ve never known why. Perhaps it’s dangerous, maybe there are aliens, or it could be a plague. I don’t mind though, I have plenty to keep me occupied, anyways, today I was just lying on my bed, after an hour of being lost in my thoughts, I got up and went to the doors I went wandering around my house, grabbed a snack, and I heard the doorbell. I became so excited thinking it was my father, I ran to the door avoiding the maids so I could be unbothered; I pulled the door open, but stopped in my tracks when I saw nothing. Not one person stood there, I sunk my head in disappointment, and in my vision appeared a box: a small, beautiful, white box with rose gold flowers popping out of the sides. As weird as it was to find a random box at the foot of my door, I was curious and intrigued, so I took it. I snuck back to my room filled with excitement, admiring the box as I opened my door. Normally, one would ask the basic, “Who, what, where, why and how?” Yet, all I wanted to do was open it. I didn’t care where it came from, I wasn’t nervous about what lurks inside; I took a breath, and flung open the top. In the center was a tiny beautiful ballerina, and she began to sing, “Upon my toes, why I am here, I never shall know. I sing my song and dance my dance, admire me, you’ll be in my trance. I come from a land of sugars and sweets, one day I was cursed and put asleep. You have three days to set me free or you’ll be trapped here just as me.” Holy shit. What?! This cursed ballerina in a music box was trapped, and if I didn’t save her, I’d be trapped too? This is crazy, I mean, I’ve always believed in magic, but to have something this spooky happen to me is absolutely wild. I wasn’t going to waste any time, I went straight to work on figuring this mystery out. Okay, she comes from a land of sugar and sweets, my very childlike mind immediately thought of the game Candyland, but how could that be? A character from Candyland, or maybe it was talking about The Nutcracker; a sugar plum fairy?! After all it was a ballerina in that music box. At this point I believed anything could be real, I swallowed down my doubts, and stuck with my Nutcracker theory. I spent the rest of the day reminiscing on the numerous occasions I saw The Nutcracker, both on film, and live productions. All of a sudden I was dancing in the snow, surrounded by glistening white snowflakes, crystals, and sweet, giant candy. I was alone, moving through this world, happiness melting through my body, when, a dark fog rolled in. The wind howled and screeched, the sky cast a frightening dark painting, there was a glow in the distance; a bright green glow, creeping it’s way closer… then, BOOM! I jerked awake, falling onto the floor, I looked around, I was still in my drafty, boring bedroom. It was only a dream, but it was also a clue, and a good thing too because I only had until tomorrow before midnight to set the ballerina free. I began thinking about my dream: I was dancing, first of all, I don’t dance, so perhaps I was the ballerina, and the dream was her point of view. She was dancing in a snowy white world, so she must be the snowflake princess; she danced so elegantly, and was so dainty. Then I remembered the dog, how spine tingling and discomforting it felt. It came so eerie and it crept quietly, then *GASP* the green light! That was the last thing I saw before violently waking up from my dream, if I can figure out what the green light is, I can figure out what took her. The only problem is, this wasn’t at all like the play or the movie, so I couldn’t really use them for help, this was something entirely new. I sat in the middle of my room for what felt like 30 seconds, was really 3 hours. My mind was blank, and I was more confused than when I first received the box. Why me? Why was I sent this? Is there some special heroic meaning, or was I simply meant to fail, and live with an unlucky fate until I wound up on someone else doorstep; only to have the disturbing cycle repeat? It was getting late and I was hungry, I hadn’t eaten all day, I went down to the kitchen, where the chefs had already prepared my meal. I love and appreciate the chefs who work here, but they try to make my food way too sugary and weird sometimes. The other week I spotted mini MnM’s in my applesauce, and today I saw them again in my sandwich. They are funny, but that’s just plain gross. I ate my dinner, and before I knew it, I was back sleeping, drifting off into a deep, *yawn* sleep.. BOOM! A flash of green shot at me, jolting me awake. There was no dream, no lead up, just the green light, and it was already 12 in the afternoon! Oh no, I only had 12 more hours before I suffer the same fate as the ballerina, I hadn’t come at all close to figuring out what the green light was. Perhaps if I get something to eat, and then examine the box more closely I can get my answer. So I went down again to the kitchen, the chefs were all huddled together whispering about something, but my food was ready. I didn’t have time to chat, and I wanted to avoid commotion, so I snatched my plate, and dashed back to my room, picking out and throwing the mini MnM’s as I came across them. I got back to my room, shut the door, and began eating as I grabbed the music box. But, something was different, the once glistening, beautiful box was slowly becoming a dark, sharp box, looking as if it could harm one if they touched it. I carefully opened the top, and what I saw sent my heart dropping into my stomach. The ballerina was gone, no sight of her, no hint of her whereabouts; just the phantom of her presence in the empty cold box. My heart began racing, I kept thinking, “I’m next, I’m next!” I would be the tiny person in the box, I was sweating, panicking, I was so afraid. I could feel my stomach churn as a dreery fog began to roll in from the crack underneath my door, along with a noisy commotion coming from outside my room. This was the end, I’m done for, I screamed at the top of my lungs; the most horrific screech, which soon transformed into a hysterical laughter, causing me to pace about my room. When like a bolt of lightning, my door burst open, and I began to fall, slowly, as my eyelids began closing, like dark, horizontal curtains. Before I fell, I heard a voice coming toward me, talking to another, “I told you, I was right. Where are her antipsychotic drugs?” “She knows we put them in her food.”
By Makenna Bolton4 months ago in Psyche
Cali Georgia
Memory, such a treasure to our minds. The ability to hold onto our most beloved and most horrific events in life is extraordinary. Our brains can create these sort of movies, we can remember them how we want to, slow them down, replay something, and pause. Holding onto dear things like: a snowy Christmas, a favorite movie, the smell of grass is early spring; memories are complex and can sometimes confuse us, but they are so beautiful. You ask me to retrieve a singular memory I share with my pet. That I cannot do, I will not limit myself to appreciate only one simple event; especially since her existence lies only in my memory. Cali Georgia, was her unique and divine name, a mix between a Lab, German Shepherd, and possibly a dash of pit bull. She was a curious dog, incredibly tiny, enchanting emerald toffee eyes, and clean pumpkin fur. She grew each day into a warrior, she was extremely fierce, and had no hesitation in protecting my family and I. Along with her loyalty though, came some misunderstanding. She did not take kindly to strangers or people who were not in our immediate circle. She was labeled ‘crazy and mean,’ my own family thought she may be somewhat slow, clumsy, unkind, and above all odd. Though it could highly attribute to the fact that for a little time, she was no longer our only dog, she acquired a baby brother; an adorable, sweet, baby teddy bear dog. The sting of jealousy panged inside her, something I, being the oldest of four, can completely cope with and understand. They still loved her and treated her well, but I gave her more love and the attention she deserved, she affection she patiently waited and craved for. Her oddness was just exactly why I liked her the most, she was more intelligent than what was led on; she had dignity, boundaries, and she knew her worth. There was always a special bond between us; we were powerful, and strong, and not to be messed with. I felt safe with her, whether I was walking alone, or I needed her to cry to. She may not have been someone’s first choice as a pet, or seen as adorable and fun. But she had the biggest heart and gave so much love. Behind all her confident warrior energy, she had a secret. A secret that she kept hidden for six years, no one knew of this, and to this day I wonder if even she knew. That secret was revealed as a sudden eruption of pain and grief. She left me the very next day, she was too young, too kind, to fragile for this world. I wished I could’ve kept her with me, but she left before I got to say goodbye. I couldn’t save her on Earth, but I could allow her to be free. I had to stop my selfish thoughts of keeping her company, I had to understand that she couldn’t stay, she had to go. A short lifetime cut, so she could live amongst the goddess of life. As I said before; her existence lies now, only in my memory, I shall go on living the remainder of my days with her absence, only to see her again. Although these memories are purely precious to me, I wrote about them to release. I need to let go of the pain and the sadness that haunts my soul. There was nothing I could do, but now I can change. It does not do well to dwell on the past; I’d soon go mad. Enjoy the memories, but please know they’re only memories. Move on and move forward in life, create new ones and remember, they’ll always be safe.
By Makenna Bolton7 months ago in Petlife
