Author: Rachelle Saint Louis
Break-Ups (Short Story)
Write about a character break-up that happened under strange circumstances.
“It’s over!” I shouted, trying to be heard despite the rush of wind surrounding us. My voice was soon lost between the churning gusts that had nearly lifted us both into the sky. I attempted to storm out (no pun intended) but just as surely, Ezra shot another wisp my way.
As I tumbled to the ground, I felt myself being incased in a newly forming sand dune. My mind was struggling to understand what I had gotten myself into in the first place. How was I supposed to know that I’d basically fallen for an Airbender.
I’d only gone out with the kid because of a lost bet, and sure, it was cute at first. He’d trip people without so much as a twitch, bewilderment following the victim. Sometimes he’d even steal me a souvenir from the stand at the waterpark, but now, it was just out of control. The power was getting to his head and our relationship only had room for one narcissist.
“Help! Help!” I screamed. If someone was to appear, I was sure he’d stop. He couldn’t let people know about his power.
“There’s no one to help you, Lila. You’ll be buried alive, I’m sure the beetles will enjoy some fresh flesh,” he said with a cackle. If I didn’t survive the burial, the laugh would surely kill me. This was the last time I’d make another bet with Jenny.
As if appearing from thin air, the devil herself came to my side.
“Jenny, what are you doing here?” I whisper shouted. Could she hear my thoughts or something?
“Well, I can do that too, but teleportation is my specialty.”
And as if she’d been an apparition, she reappeared behind Ezra, giving him a sharp jab in the side. Just as he turned to see where the hit had come from, she was suddenly on his other side, punching his chest. Ezra turned with an extended arm to shoot a blast of wind her way, but it was too late. Jenny was directly in front of Ezra, administering a tough blow to the face. And with that, he crumpled fully to the ground, with not so much as a twitch.
My mouth was agape as I gazed up at Jenny who now had her hand extended to me.
“Did I never tell you about that?” she stated rhetorically.
I grabbed her arm and used it as an aid in projecting myself forward, though I could barely stand upright.
“Don’t worry; he’s knocked out, not dead. He’ll be back to his old self by tomorrow or maybe next week,” her playfulness seemed so out of touch with what had just happened.
“You guys are weird,” I said, shaking my head in defeat.
My Journey, Poetic by Sheim Francis (Book Review)
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this wonderful book of poems. I loved the “souvenirs” accompanying each poem. This really made me think about life, and love, and God. Every poem spoke something to me and was written in a way that I could truly relate and understand.
I Crawl Through It by A.S. King (Book Review)
I Crawl Through It is a surrealist novel depicting the differing and often contradictive views of four unusual teenagers. Gustav is building an invisible helicopter. Stanzi dissects things. China is a walking digestive system. Lansdale’s hair keeps growing as long as she keeps lying. Bomb threats are being sent to their school.
This was definitely the weirdest novel I’ve read and also my first surrealist novel. The initial syntax and exposition can be a bit confusing at first, but enticing, nonetheless. I read the first hundred pages in one sitting as I tried to understand and guess what would happen next (and being wrong each time). This book even goes as far as to break the fourth wall(on page 33). Belief and love are recurring elements and this book really makes you think about life and society and guilt.
She smells sweet / like lavender
The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things
The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth
27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful
Mommy tells me to be quiet
But the voice of 3 / calls so sweetly to me
And I can’t stay seated
Ya see / I need her with me
Because 3 is the most beautiful number I have ever heard or seen
She sounds like the breeze / As it runs through daisies
And I don’t understand / Why I can’t demand
To have her with / me always
To make her stay
Momma says no / 5 is the right guy
And he’s cool and all / just not my type
But I’m not the type to judge
So don’t judge me / If I only
want to see my best friends in threes
I posted this to my classes NaPoWriMo, not my best work but still. Let me know what you think 🙂