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The Works Of A Future WriterKyra DyerSpring 2022
ReflectionWhenever I think of writing, I think of it as a way for someoneto let out their emotions, innermost thoughts, creative ideas, andmemories on as many pages as needed. Writing has always been a wayfor me to get my ideas of the stories I want to create such asromance, fiction, horror, and horror romance on blank pagesthat I decorate with words to fabricate amazing stories. It notonly helps me express how I'm feeling during the moment, but it alsohelps me produce a beautiful piece of art that I'm able to happilyshare with those around me. The collection of works you areabout to read is a start to the life I want to commit to for the restof my lifetime. This collection is a means for me to introduceeveryone to the ways of how I write and also introduces somepersonal details about me. I've never really been sure of what Iwanted to do when I grew up, however, I do know that I'm good atwriting and I also enjoy it. Over the years, I would say that my wayof writing has changed a great deal due to learning and growingintellectually, reading others' works, and being taught newinformation as well as important techniques. Also, I would like tothank whoever takes the time to read and look over each of myworks. I hope you all enjoy what you read and possibly give mesome tips to improve my writing!2
Table of ContentsStand By ………………………….…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 4Impact of Language ………………………………………….…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 7Forgiveness ………………………………..………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 8Life Has Just Begun ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 9The Boy With The Blue Jacket …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…… 103
Stand ByI know what I did was wrong and I know that I can’t take it back. It wasn’t myintention, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. The yelling. The abuse. The neglect. Shegot what she deserved and I’m not sorry. So now, I must run. Run and never look backon this wretched town. I must never say goodbye to my friends, my brother, or myboyfriend. They never understood what life was like for me anyway. Of course, it’s nottheir fault for not knowing, because I wouldn’t let them. Not ever. Maybe one day I’llsee them again or run into them. Hopefully they’ll forgive me for what I’ve done.- 5 Hours Later -“Hello. I’m Hailey Webber broadcasting to you from your live local news channelMSN here in Bozeman, Montana. A recent discovery has been made at the Davis’household. Around 12 a.m. 45 year old Jacklyn Stewart, the governor's wife, had beenmurdered in cold blood with a large cutting knife. Her body had been stabbed 10 timesin the chest and her neck had been cut open. Police say 17 year old Kandice Davis, herhusband’s daughter, was the cause of this cruel murder. Kandice Davis’ fingerprintswere found all over the murder weapon as well as the scene of the crime. Policesuspect that she ran away. Half of Kandice’s clothes are missing from her closet, cashfrom the family's safe had been taken, and some other belongings are missing from herbedroom. If you have any clues as to where Kandice might be, call your local policestation. This has been Hailey Webber from MSN news at 9.”4
12 years later….“Rachel, the group of men are asking for you,” Diana spoke.“I’m on it,” I replied.I walked over to the table where the group of men were sitting. They were all tryingtheir best to give me seductive looks. It wasn’t working on me, but this is my job.Unfortunately.“We were starting to think you forgot about us.” an older man breathed.“How could I forget about you guys,” I responded with an alluring smile that wasdicult to do.“Maybe you can come to my place later and we can have some fun,” anotherman spoke with a lustful grin.“I can’t tonight, but maybe another time if you’re lucky. Now what can I get foryou guys?” I asked as nicely as I could.The night went on slowly. Men kept grabbing at me, cat-calling me, and flirting withme. As a sexy bartender, I had to take in everything or I would lose my job. After work,I took a cab home, not wanting to be harrassed by crackheads on the substation. Eventhough I needed the workout, I decided to take the elevator to my floor. It took longerthan usual for me to get to my apartment and to unlock the door. I plopped my shoeson the floor and sluggishly made my way towards the kitchen dropping my keys on thecounter. I opened my fridge, nothing really looked good enough to eat, so I decided to5
dial that one japanese delivery place I’ve been meaning to eat at. Before I was able todial the last number, a call from an unknown number popped up on my phone. Agroan of annoyance escaped my mouth and I answered on the last ring.“Hello?” I questioned.“Kandice?” A familiar male voice questioned with shock.“Tyler….?” I responded in a shaky and dismayed voice.To be continued….6
Impact of LanguageIf I’m being honest, I get inspired by language on a daily basis. Whether it be movies, books, songs, orspeeches I always admire the way they use words and how they have the ability to keep me interested andwanting to know more. For example, one language that inspired me was from the movie The Giver. I foundthe entire movie to be a piece of art and extremely moving and powerful. One of the lines that moved methe most was when Jonah said, “...It seemed like everyone knew already. Not me. I was lost. I always feltlike I saw things- dierently; saw things other people didn’t. I never said anything. I didn’t want to bedierent. Who would?” (The Giver). These words inspired me because it made me realize that I completelyrelate to this character. I’ve always felt like I was dierent and that I saw things dierently. I can’treally explain it, but I feel in a way that I can see the world with color like Jonas. Whenever I’m with myfriends, I feel lost, like I’m meant to be elsewhere; like I’m meant for something more. I feel like there’smore to life and that there’s something more out there beyond the eyes can see. My reaction to hearingthis specific line was my way of knowing this was going to be a good movie. However, the one thing thatmakes me dierent from him is that I would rather people see me dierently. Who would want to be thesame?7
ForgivenessToday I will forgive my old friend Kataa for choosing his toxic girlfriend over me.Before everything collapsed, Kataa and I had been friends for a couple of years. Sincethe day we met we’ve been practically inseparable and were always wanting to hangout with one another. He was goofy, funny, kind, misunderstood, awkward, caring, anda good friend. Kataa did have a huge crush on me for a long time, but he let that goafter a while. Girlfriends showed up and disappeared from time to time for him, and Iwas always there to have his back and make him feel better. However, things changedwhen he met his most recent girlfriend. She’s controlling, toxic, selfish, and rude. Healways used to complain about her and felt happy whenever they would breakup(they’ve had an on and off relationship), and they’ve done this about 6 times. I didn’tknow until recently, but he blames me for not liking him back. I’m willing to forgivehim because I know he’s better than how he’s acting, and I know he’s beingmanipulated by her. Before I blocked him, I told him that if he wants to stop treatingme like dirt, then he knows where to find me. That may not be the best way to acceptwhat’s going on, but I don’t know what else to do since I could barelyget him to talk to me. So at this point in time, I’m not sure if we’ll ever be friendsagain. It would be sad though; he was truly amazing...8
Life Has Just BegunI am proud of how far I’ve come,Even though i got lost along the way,I can do anything i put my heart into,And if I can't, I will start anew.I am proud of trying things I thought were impossible,And of all the things that I experienced,My favorite one was,When I continued to move forward and refused to give up.I can mess up or become stuck,and I can keep trying until i get back on the right path,I can do anything i put my heart into,That’s me.9
The Boy With The Blue JacketHe always sat in the corner writing in his vintage leather notebook or stared outthe window with a pensive look on his face. Depending on his mood, he would eitherdraw, listen to music, or write whatever he was feeling or thinking. Studying wasn’treally his forte, so he would often get into trouble when he ignored our teachers orslept in class. He was quiet and didn’t have any friends, but that was mainly his choice.People only knew him as the rude, loner boy with the raggedy blue jacket. I think hepreferred it that way. Some people tried to be friends with him at first, but he justbrushed them all o and gave them the cold shoulder. He used to tell me how thewhole school was full of liars and fakes and that there was no point in trying to makefriends or “fit in.” If you ask me, I think he was just scared to open up and trust otherswith how he felt. I can’t blame him though, knowing what happened with his familyand how the kids at school treated him. No one knew his name or even cared. Therewas a reason for that, but I’ll get to that later on. I guess you could say, I’m the only onewho knew his name and the only person who became close with him. My friends usedto say that I got lucky, but I believe it was because I saw the good in him and wasunderstanding towards him. To be honest, I always admired him. He didn’t care whatothers thought of him and he stood up to anyone who looked down on him. Not tomention, he was the smartest guy at our school even though he stopped trying towardsthe end of freshman year. At one point I thought that we could have a future together,10
but that was just a childish thought. He never even saw me that way…or so I assumed.Of course, I didn’t realize it until it was too late. It wasn’t until after the events thatspiraled out when everyone had learned his name and realized that the way theytreated him was wrong. This incident was the worst and only tragedy the school everhad, and quite honestly, I don’t think it will ever be forgotten. I made a promise to keephis story a secret, but I feel like people need to know what happened and how he felt sothis calamity doesn’t repeat itself. With that being said, this is what happened duringthe spring of junior year…It was a couple months before finals and I was already freaking out. Not only didI have to start studying early, but I was also getting assigned a group project. NormallyI wouldn’t mind as much since my best friend Alex and I always work together,however, this time Mr. Jameson, our English teacher, would be deciding for us. Andjust when I thought things couldn’t get any worse:“Lana, your partner is going to be Mr. Reed.” Mr. Jameson blurted out whilereading o the end of the list for partners.Great. Not only was I not going to be working with Alex, but I'll be working withthe guy who does absolutely nothing.“Now remember class, this project is worth thirty percent of your grade somake sure you do your complete best. Any projects turned in late will not be accepted.11
I will be emailing each of your groups the instructions for this project. You will bepresenting them a few weeks before finals. That will end up giving you a little over amonth to complete them, so no messing around. With that being said, there are fifteenminutes of class left, so take the time to greet your partner and go over theinstructions. Good luck to all of you!” He announced to the class with a satisfied grinon his face.After he finished his announcement, everyone began to get up and sit next totheir partners. I on the other hand was very reluctant to move knowing how irritableReed was. However, I wasn’t going to let a guy like him stop me from passing the class,so I slowly got up and walked towards his desk. Reed stood around 6’3, weighs about150 pounds, has mesmerizing green eyes, curly black hair, has a pale skin tone, is moreripped than most football players at our school, and of course, was wearing his famousblue jacket. As I approached Reed, I realized that he was asleep, which meant that hehad slept through the entire class. Seriously?12
Farewell!Hope you enjoyed reading!13