I have been interested in writing for a long time. It is exciting to figure what one should do for the rest of their life, so it came as a surprise when it just came to me to be a writer. I dreamt about being on a set a few years back, making me question how films were made and how they were written out. I started writing scripts and short stories non-stop, sharing them with friends and captivating the professional creativity it can bring to my life. I overcame the struggle to make scripts and other cinema projects while on a deadline by organizing my time responsibly and approaching each task one at a time to be completed. I went to high school at St. Francis in Grand Traverse County and now am graduating from University of Iowa. I went on Study Abroad in Paris and took Advanced Screenwriting to help my writing abilities grow and learn more of film’s cultural influence around the world. As a hobby, I have taken up poetry and have found it to be satisfying to do as it gets my wonderful thoughts and ideas written down on paper.
Ebony and Moon (comedy series): After reconnecting with an ex-best friend and her family again, a girl ends up living with them. She now needs to balance their lives and hers while managing her grandfather’s restaurant. Tone consisting of humor and heart wrenching moments as it literally divides the show into those two emotions. It is a symbolic show towards its visuals and dialogue with birds and fishes – and the colors orange and green – to pay homage to the poem “The Fish who Loved a Bird” by Lycus.
Two sisters’ arguing over the party they’ve thrown. One accuses the other of not being able to take a chance at life while the other accuses her sister of regretting her decision to not throw a party.
Through only visuals and no dialogue, a girl has lost her grandfather and heads back to her hometown to comfort her grandmother. It begins and ends with flowers being given.
More to a stage audio play with dialogue and sound effects mostly. Marcus and Isaiah are two best friends challenging each other to do stunts that will decide who is the best stunt person.
America fought America dreamed but how much more can the nation take, boys. For you were only a child. A child I hold in my arms every night. I protected child from the darkness of other people. You were loved and everything to me. Now you’ve changed. I don’t see purpose in your eyes. I see fiery pain. Why do you fight? To get your anger out? To do the right thing? What is right? What is good? How do you know to do good when others are given the same position. Are they good while you are bad? How far from the truth are they? You also take their children away. My boys, my own boys you were taught not to do so but you did it anyway. Your actions have become louder and louder. Louder. No words. America has been taking things from the past centuries. Now she is the mighty eagle from each dollar bill and it seems she has lost track of equity. Equity. All towards religion, culture, and life. Now she is only a Christian-like home. To safe. To similar. To unchangeable. Following the same routine. Loss of people have spread without stop. A man as he lays on his horse, dead. America wasn’t like that in the beginning. America was just a tree on a gray hill by the sea with a mother on top so free. Now there’s no ground or livestock. When the men fight instead because he wants to be right over truthful. But it seems they are fighting themselves. So, listen, my once innocent boys, no one is right and fair. We are human beings. We do what we must but this isn’t it. So why must the flag stay? Unless you fight. I refuse to fight for such corrupted men for his evil plans. What about you? If so, go if you must. But fight the bigger fight.
Poetry
Heart To Fly The Butterfly always runs away from me. * It’s a special butterfly since it’s a blue monarch butterfly. * It usually is followed with a group over in the spring, but its winter. * Only one is found outside as a blizzard begins to grow in the north. * I feel, though, this butterfly is protected by some sort of field of warmth. * It flies down on my porch as it flaps its wings, making the snow look like rain coming off its ends. * I was memorized by its beauty. * Such a delicate creature. * Oh, how I love nature. * My mother called me to go inside for dinner. * I told her I’ll be out in a minute as I turned my head to say it. * I looked back and noticed the butterfly is gone. * It never came back. * It just flew farther away. * I just hate her disappearance. * I could have catched her. * Now her memory is the only thing left.
A Tough Raven You are strong and powerful. People didn’t see it through your height. And gender—but so what? You are more than that physically. You break others with your words. You fight on to keep going on your journey. You are loving to all the people who are close to you. You want to rebel to get back control in your life. I do apologize for the hurt, you deserve more. But let’s not forget who you are with this question. Of why it happened to you Not your fault, but don’t put walls over you. Stay strong with others, keep letting them in. You are a strong and tough Raven. Bring out Allan Poe’s pain but make it your power. Your power helps you find yourself. But know I’m here. The Raven Messenger I can be. Just know the raven flies with purpose. Keep your purpose… nonsense you shall quote.
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