Alyssa

=Alyssa's Portforlio= toc

Preposition poem
Up in the sky Over the rainbow Between the stars Below Through the trees Under the ocean Inside my pocket again My wild imagination

Metaphor
The Nightmares, Are criminals, who steal your peace of mind. Are murders, of a night’s sleep. Are master minds of torture. Push you over a cliff, Take you on a long walk off a short peer, Shorten your fuse. Ghosts haunting, A razorblade’s masterpiece, Deaths doorway. They nip and pinch, a predator teasing its prey. They annoy, They never end.

Blackout Poetry
Live Alive

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=﻿Short Story:=

= <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">True Love’s Tree =

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!” “Father just listen to me!” I begged hysterically. “NO! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">The bass in his voice was intense and left a ringing in my ears as I turned on my heel and ran to my room. I make sure to slam my door, even though it would just piss him off more. After waiting a few minutes-just in case my father decided to come in- I peer my head out the window of my bedroom and give the all clear signal. I help my dearest, Elijah through the small opening and wait until he is sturdy on his feet before I let go. “Oh Aurora,” he said holding me tight “did you tell your father about our love?” “I tried, but he wouldn’t listen” I sigh. “He just doesn’t understand.” Elijah said reassuring me. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">I hear what sounds like an engine, I look out my window to find my father pulling out of the drive way. Where could he be going? I tried to go see if he left me a note, but I couldn’t get out! He had locked me in my room from the outside! I collapse onto the floor and burst into tears. Elijah tries at the door, it won’t budge. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">It takes me a minute to calm down, but when I do, Elijah pulls me to my feet and holds me tight. “It will be okay sweetie.” his voice was smooth and combed through my hair as I lay my head on his shoulder. “How do you know that?” I was hoping my words would challenge him. “Because,” he releases his hold on me and takes a step back. He then reaches for my hand, gets on one knee, and finishes, “because I love you, Aurora, Will you marry me?” In that moment, gravity had no effect on my heart. It broke the sound barrier rocketing to the sky. When it returned to earth, I answered “Yes!” and we kissed…

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am thankful for my window. I needed to get away desperately. What with all of the emotions I had shared a little bit ago. Where do I go? No place other than a ride on my horse, Juniper, up through the hills. I love the hills. The view is magical, indescribable. The peace being given from the hills is accompanied only by the music they play. This music inspires mine.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An absence of people allows me to sing. Juniper is the only living being that will <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">ever <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> hear me sing. I am so beyond shy when it comes to singing in from of people. Also, I fear people will not like my voice. Juniper seems to like it though. Every time I sing she lies down in the grass close to me, and watches me ever so closely. She is focusing on my breath, noticing my every move, dancing with the notes as they escape my lips. Her reactions keep my entertained.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Just as I am finishing up a song, I hear a voice in the distance… “Aurora, Aurora where are you?” The voice is faint but I know it. “Elijah! I’m over here!” I hollered, waving my arms high as if he could see me. I jumped on Juniper and rode full gallop to him.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When I finally reached him he helped me off my stallion. “Darling,” he sighed at me, “I know you go out there to sing, I try to look for you so I may listen but I can never find you. Where do you go? Will you please just sing for me? I’m curious.” “I know you know. I will never tell you. I won’t sing for you, I love you but I just can’t. And curiosity killed the cat you know.” He smirks at my quick response but then frowns at the fact he wasn’t getting what he wants.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We rode back to my house together on my horse. We were about half a mile away from the house when we saw a black cloud in the distance. What was going on? I kicked my steed and shouted “HIYA!” and we went full speed towards my house. My father’s car was in the driveway. He’s probably in there, he probably fell asleep with a cigar in his mouth, or left the oven on. I had to go in there and check but I was in shock, I couldn’t move. I was scared. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 36pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Just as I get the courage to jump off the horse and run in the building, I see something moving behind my burning home. Maybe it is my father, he could have escaped the fire! I sprinted as fast as I could around the corner and stopped. I was frozen in my tracks, I couldn’t believe my eyes. All I see is my father, burn free. My eyes focused on the empty gallon of gas and matches in his hands. I retreat slowly. My face is soaked. My cheeks are drowning in salt water. It takes me all the strength I had to not scream, to not fall to the ground, to not go tackle my father and light HIM on fire… He tried to kill me. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">* * *

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Oh my god… I’m pregnant. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I was staying at Elijah’s, because I really had nowhere else to go. When I found out about my pregnancy, I carefully climb out the window of his bedroom, not knowing my abilities and what would hurt the baby. I cautiously climb aboard Juniper and have her trot quickly to Elijah’s work. Once again I didn’t know if it would affect the baby if I was jumping up and down too much. Once I got to his father’s boat shop, I rode up behind and parked my horse. I peek my head in the back door and call to him, “Eli! Elijah! Come out here!” I am trying not to be too loud so I am screaming and whispering at the same time. Elijah finally sees me. He quickly set down what he was doing and was outside in about 30 seconds. Panting he questioned “What are you doing here? How did you get here? What’s wrong???” “We have to leave, we have to get out of here now!” I said kind of in a panic. “Why? What’s going on?!” I can tell by his eyes that he is very confused and a little bit scared. “I’m… Pregnant.” There is a long silence. “I’ll get us a boat.” He sounds ready.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Elijah tells his parents everything. They understand and give us a small, old, broken down sail boat. We set sail the next morning. I left Juniper at Elijah’s parents’ house and said goodbye to everything I love. This honestly, wasn’t very much. I would miss the hills though. And any chance I had of singing, unless of course if I sang to Elijah. The ocean is calm. The waves are pretty much non-existent. All I see in the sky is blue, and a few dark clouds in the distance, but those will go away in a little bit. After a few hours of floating, we set shore on a small island. When I say it is small, I mean it is about the size of my village of a town. But, for two people to share, it is a pretty good size.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I can finally relax, knowing we’re alone and safe. My father thinks I’m dead so he will not bother us. And Elijah’s parents know we needed to get away so we are safe there too. It is really nice to just sit in the grass and share a meal with my fiance and my unborn child. Maybe someday we could end up building a house and raising the kid and having all be well. Let’s hope!

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My father, the next day, showed up at Elijah’s parents’ house. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Knock, knock, knock! <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well hello Mr. Heathers” said Elijah’s mother surprised by my father’s appearance. “Do you happen to know where your son is?” he sounded polite but on the inside he was very devious, sneaky, and anxious. “He’s with your daughter on an island didn’t they tell you?” I don’t know what shocked him more, the fact that I wasn’t dead or the fact that the woman was so clueless. “Oh yes, I knew that. I was just wondering if you could tell me the coordinates of the island of which they are on so I may send them a gift. What do you think they would like?” damn, he was sneaky. “I think they would love some clothing for the new baby!” Wow, this woman was D U M B dumb! My father had to contain himself so he just turned around, got in his car, and drove away.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The storm clouds were getting closer, they sky had dimmed itself a bit and the waves were starting to rise up. It is a good thing we already have shelter here on this island. I can see a few boats off in the distance though. I can’t really tell how many but if they are out there to fish, they are crazy. Elijah and I took shelter in a lean too that we made a while ago. It was big enough for both of us to stand and sleep in. So, it worked for now. A storm was forming, but right now it was just a little rain. I stood outside and soaked in the new beauty that I would now on live with. I am relaxed. I feel the way I did on my hills. I am going to sing for Elijah. Everything was perfect and in place. Now is the best time to sing for him. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Elijah! Come out here! You need to hear this!” Noticing the rain and how wet I already am, he puts his sweatshirt on and pulls his hood up. He starts walking towards me. He is going too slow so when he was about 20 feet away from the tent I ran to him and practically knocked him over while trying to hug him. “What’s all the hustle about?” “You want to hear me sing, right?” He seemed a little shocked. “Uhh, sure. I mean yeah. Why now?” “Because it is perfect.” I take a deep breath. I breathe in all perfectness, and exhale the past. This is now, and I love it. And I know just the song to sing. I ready myself, close my eyes, and take a breath. First note; A#. I open my mouth... “Aurora.” That wasn’t me, who said that? I stop, Elijah looks pale, more frightened then I’ve ever seen him. I don’t want to, but I turn around anyways.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It is my father. I feel the color wash from my face, and my heart skip a beat. I also see about 20 parked boats surrounding the island and about 200 of my father’s soldiers each armed with a bow and a single arrow. I tried to say something but I’m speechless. “Oh, Aurora, you’re quite good at this game. I thought I was done with you a long time ago.” He reaches behind him and pulls something from his back pocket. He then tosses a miniature pitchfork at my feet. Elijah picks it up, I have no idea what he could be thinking. “It’s a present, for the baby... I’ll see you in hell you ungrateful child.”

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">At that moment the army of soldiers that are surrounding us load their bows and aim. “Don’t miss guys.” The grin on my father’s face is purely evil, and sadly, it is the most I have ever seen him smile. Elijah holds me tighter than he ever has before. He wipes the tears from my face, and I do the same for him. I bury my face in his shirt and shut my eyes tight. Elijah has no emotion on his face, he just looks past the deathly weapons to the unsteady ocean, a little blinded by his tears.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The first arrow to hit, pierces Elijah in the back and just misses my face as it reappeared on the other side of his body. I do not react to the arrow, all I am doing is crying more, trying to hold him up, not noticing the blood we are now covered in. The second arrow that hits, penetrates my side, and finds its way up into my heart. We fall, I’m in his arms, and he’s in mine. We were dead within 30 seconds of the strikes. The longest 30 seconds ever experienced. My father got what he wanted. He is pleased with himself and casually loads the boats and leaves. The storm is over. I’m gone.

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Remember this date, May 19th. For this is the day true love died. This is the day Elijah Chantee died. This is the day, I, Aurora Heathers died. This is the day my father won. And on this day, every year, there is a storm over that island we were killed on. The winds and rain sweep through the tree that grew over the spot where our bodies lay. (People say it is our everlasting love that nurtures the tree.) When the storm passes through the branches and blooms of the tree it makes a tune. A song. One I wrote called ‘Never let you go.’ The song, that I was going to sing to my love right before I died.