1) What is one experience you will remember about Writers’ Camp?
Erin jumping up and down screaming insanities.
2) What was your favorite part of Writers’ Camp?
Erin Jumping up and down screaming insanities, Alex and her boyfriend stuff, and Nicole and Alex talking about some guy that she doesn’t want to marry.
3) What would you like to have done more of at Writers’ Camp?
Write about my murder story.
4) What would you change about Writers’ Camp?
I would make it a lot longer.
She got away. How could she get away? His fist smashed into the wall. Why was he so distracted that she had managed to get away? Now he had to get her back. What if someone found her. He had to go. he had to leave. No, he had to stop her. He couldn’t start over again. He heard a door slam. She wasn’t far. He must have just missed her. He went to storm out of the iron room. His foot slipped out of under him as he fell into the puddle of blood that Elizabeth had left behind. While sitting there he noticed the drops of blood leading from the chair to the black door. Everything was soot black except the crimson glow gleaming from the open bulb swinging in the middle of the room. He picked him self back up again, his hands now covered, red and sticky. It was warm and smelled of sweat and copper. He could follow her now. Walking out of the room he turned and grabbed the crowbar he had snapped her arm with earlier.
FLASHBACK!!!
(six hours earlier)
There she sat, alone. Wait, no, she had brought that perky little girl with her. She was a dimwit. There would be nothing to worry about. He walked over to the bar where the brunette was sitting. He loved that kind of hair. Her dress was knee length and full black. She was obviously too modest to be in a place like this.
“Hi! My name is Jason,” that sounded like a good honest intro.
“Umm, nice to meet you Jason, My name is Elli.”
“So what you drinking?” that still sounded earnest and harmless.
“Water,” her answer was short and curt. She didn’t want to talk to him. She probably thought he was just like all the other men in the bar, just younger.
“Why are you drinking water in a bar.”
“Because I can,” now she was irritated.
(UNFINISHED)
There we sat, nose to nose, my forehead pressed against his like all we needed were our minds to communicate. I hoped this moment would be everlasting. I wanted him to always sit there looking back at me. I knew we would always be together. Nothing mattered to me more than him. My face reflected in his sweet baby blue eyes. I knew from the time we found out that he existed that he would have my eyes. His sweet dimpled cheecks puffed out as we made funny faces back and forth. I had waited three agonizing day to come home and see my baby brother smile at me. Alex. He was and is more to me than he could ever know.
My favorite childhood memory is something I hope to always hold near and dear to me. My Nana used to work for the phsyc ward at Barf H, aka BARH. I believe it stands for something like Beckley Regional Hospital, or something similar to that. My grandfather used to work in the mines until he developed Kidney failure and had to go through home Hemo Dialysis. That was when my Nana became a nurse. In the beginning it started out with ger dealing with the common needs of the hospital. She looked after old people whose life was either short or already gone, but then she moved to the phsyc ward where she had to take of children that came from bad situations. I always felt horrible for those children. I spent alot of time with my grandparents because my parents had split up and both had jobs and even college for my mother. The way my Nana and Papal used to help was by taking me to Beckeley with them to give my mom a break, or a chance to work. After seeing my parents fight for so long it was nice to turn around and be able to see two such amazing people who loved each other so much. My favorite memory is of my Papal dropping off my nana at work in the mornings. Never once would they be upset with each other when they parted no matter how much they annoyed each other before. I used to look into their eyes and not understand what they were doing but I knew it was good. They just sat in the front seat hold each others hands and starring and smiling at each other. They old each they loved the other one until the last second when Nana had to get out of the car. There has never been anything that meant more to to me than the thought of the love my grandparents share.
