Flash #3

I'm falling through a never ending space; twisting and losing my sense of reality.  Then suddenly, I hit asphalt.  I look up, shocked.  I glance down and hope the clothes we found will work.  I see a building with an old sign faintly reading SHOES. This building is made entirely of brick, and so are most of the other buildings.  At home our buildings are glass, steel, or platinum.  I curiously glance at a street vendors wares, but I can't figure out what it is she's selling. 
Luckily, no one is staring at me.  I seem to be blending in just fine.  I see a child running with what looks like floating balls in bright colors attached to strings.  He lets them go, and they rise toward the sky!  That's against the law of gravity, these people must be more advanced than we thought.  I walk along the coast and look out at the ocean.  Our ocean is much larger than theirs.  I see a woman with writing on her arms.  I wonder why.  Maybe she's a special soldier or some sort of royalty.  Or maybe she's been labeled a criminal.  The writing could be warning people to stay away.  I try to make out what it says but she notices me staring so I hurry off in the opposite direction.  I should stay and investigate this peoples' way of life. Everyone at home will want to know about them.  If I can figure out how to get home. 

Flash #2

A young woman walks down a dirt road.  Her brown curls bounce and her books swing in her basket as she hurries along.  She is not late of course, she likes to arrive early.  Conversations stop as she passes, and eyes openly stare.  She, however, takes no notice.  She learned long ago not to listen to gossip.  People would say things like, "Who does she think she is?" or "It really is a pity, what can become of beautiful women like that."  Most of the young men were intimidated by her, and the girls were spiteful. Older women would sometimes grab her hand and say, "You're in our prayers."  She would smile with closed lips and move on without saying a word.  They treated her like she had a disease.  But she was fine, everyone makes mistakes.  Some people's mistakes are just more noticable than others.

Flash #1

Masked men drag my bloodied body down into the dungeons.  My mind urges my body to fight back, but any small movement is agony after the brutal beating I just suffered.  I feel naked without the weight of my sword at my side, and my father's armor as protection. I hear the squeal of hinges and cry out as I am thrown against cold stone.
I wake to a throbbing head and blurred vision. I push myself upright and slip on something wet.  I slowly process that its my own blood.  I strain to remember exactly what happened.  She betrayed me.  How did I not see it? People around me saw it, but I defended her.  She was working for them all along.  She's probably laughing at me right now.
I wonder if they'll torture me tomorrow.  If that's their plan, I won't last long.  But if they wanted me dead they would've done it by now.  No...they want me to suffer.  Killing me would be too easy.
I timidly reach up and feel my back; twenty lashes, given to me by a masked man while she watched.  I look down at my burned torso and arms.  They branded me a dozen times with their symbol.  Even if I heal it'll never go away.  My face is swollen and my lip and nose are crusted with blood.  Panic suddenly grips me and tears threaten to fall from my eyes. How can I hope to live through this?  I can't.  My only hope is that death will take me quickly.

Found Poem

Inevitable Darkness

My daughters trailed softly into time's stretch
through the rioting prayer to death.
My sigh answered the quiet rumbling.
It's out of my savage hands.
I push through the darkened core 
out into the light. 

"The extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are."

The Process of Revising

When you first begin writing something, it's important that you just get all of your thoughts our on paper; try not to edit anything or worry about grammar.  As you go through the process of revising you can take things out, add new thoughts in, and fix any spelling or grammar errors.  As writers we sometimes become attached to what we've created, so it's important to remember to have an open mind.  As you're revising, take time in between each revision so that when you come back it's easier to see anything that might not fit.

Two In One: Final Draft

There’s a voice inside my head.  It’s distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her dislike me.  I’ve admired Jennifer ever since I saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out my compliments and admiration. Then I realize exactly what has happened.

            This is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  It must be a dream. We both shrug mentally and agree that’s the only logical explanation.   As I walk through the school she comments on how nice it is to be invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and voice my agreement.  Whoops, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the edge of the door frame.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just sit back and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it.