Writing has always been a passion of mine. I've been writing since I was around 7 or 8 years old, where I would write down silly little stories on long car rides or help my dad brainstorm ideas for his soon-to-be book.
Favorite Memory: First Day
I have many amazing memories with my dog, Sandy. The day I learned we were getting a dog in the first place, waiting for the day to arrive to pick him up, and our first day together had to take the cake -- or in this case, the Milk Bone -- though.
Beginning of the End
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say. However, the sound of a scream is just what was heard. In the middle of a meteor shower, a scream of joy was heard as a child took her first jump into the air to catch one of the falling rocks. Her skin was flaming hot and she had piercing emerald eyes with red curly hair. Storm was her name, having been born in the midst of the meteor shower from two years prior. She bounced around the atmosphere, her eyes glowing with pure happiness as her parents watched, both people with eyes full of love for their joy-filled daughter. She continued to jump up and down, her eyes never leaving the rock she held in her tiny hands, and as a large crater fell onto her, it smashed into a thousand pieces. Storm looked up, unconcerned. Giggling, she grabbed a large piece of rock and threw it full force at her parents. Her father, Chilk, caught it with ease, and her mother, Mira, smiled wider at her husband’s skill.