Comments and Thoughts

 Tanner Zeolia

Well I have read some phenomenal pieces today I just want to quickly thank you to everyone involved for writing great pieces. I looked at 3 different posts and I will start off with Jordan’s story, he had fantastic, clean details to his story that made his story that much better. Next, I read Laura’s story and she can definitely use imagery the way imagery is supposed to be used, and her story made me feel like I was in the story with the main character. Lastly, I read Glenda’s story hers is super entertaining and funny and I really liked the perspective she incorporated into the story like it was a piece of gum instead of like a human as the main character. Here are my comments I wrote: “Hey Jordan!! Let me start off by saying that I really enjoyed reading your story, I thought that it was really neatly written if you know what I mean. I really liked how you started the piece by saying "Why am I writing about a trash can? I know it’s a strange item to choose, but if I told you why I chose it, it would defeat the purpose of me writing about it." like honestly that funny because the exactly what I was thinking when I first opened your blog and thought what's this going to be about? And how is it going to include a trashcan? ”Hi Laura!! What's up? Like let me start by saying that this piece is marvelous, because the imagery you used is so vivid. I can see everything happen in front of my eyes like in your piece, just good job on the piece it’s, great. Also, I would like to add something about the ending, this might be my favorite part of the piece because you ended in a way that kind of justifies the whole piece nicely. I really enjoyed reading this Laura”. Hi Glenda!! How is your day going? Let me start by saying I think this whole piece is super funny and I really enjoyed the perspective of the gum instead of like a human. You used very hysterical imagery that grabbed me in and pulled me into the piece as someone who is witnessing this whole story in person. I really enjoyed this story, keep up the good work and I hope I can read more of these types of stories”.

Significant Object piece

Significant Object

Years I have been pondering why I have kept such a haunting piece of my past, as I moved around I just can’t lose this nutcracker. Before I go into detail I need to talk about the past and why I started off my story like this, first when I was between the age of 4 and 5 I have trouble remembering sometimes. The year was 1992 and I was so excited for Christmas because it’s by far my favorite holiday and every year I always got what I wanted and for some reason I felt uneasy, so I just shook it off as I barged into my parents room to wake them from sleeping. As usual I couldn’t sit still because of my extreme euphoria, so I jumped around as my groggy, sleep deprived, zombified parents slowly moved into the living room. They gave me the green light to start opening presents, and I did until there was one gift left...That particular gift turned the entire room’s spirits from euphoric and happy to depressing and the feeling of not being wanted. So after a few seconds of hesitation I grabbed the present and I turned around and looked at my parents as I mumbled “Is this for me”? They stared at the heavy gift for what seemed like years, as dad hesitates to say “Son we haven’t seen that gift before, I mean me and your mom didn’t get that or wrapped it” curiosity started really setting in as I meticulously and carefully unwrapped fold by fold of the mysterious gift. It was a Santa nutcracker, and I never had seen nor used one before and the creepy thing was it was all garnished and worn looking like it was from the fifties. There was a dark glowing, sanguine red color that was covering the Santa’s back. Since I established a basis for the Santa nutcracker I can now dive into later in my life to around the age 13, close to 14 just around my birthday things started to happen that to this day seem so unreal or fake to my reality. The worse night I had with the Santa nutcracker took place exactly 4 days from my 14^th birthday where one night I was trying to sleep in my dark room and I hear giggling so I arise out of bed to see nothing in my room so I just shrug off the notion of a possible supernatural presence where I later come to regret. I finally did in fact fall asleep only to be violently shook awake by a paralyzed feeling and what seems like a sense of dread that just washes over me like an ocean of neglect and mistreatment. So I jump out of bed to see my closet door open and I can’t figure out why because I always close it before I go to bed, and there was nothing in my closet but when I looked at the door way I heard an evil, dark, aggressive shrill that scared me so bad I threw my door open and ran down the hall so fast that I tripped and fell on the floor where then I went into my parents room mortified, crying and outrageously scared. They comforted me and told me it was the heater because the room next to mine was where we put the heater was located and rationally I couldn’t shake the feeling of it was something else. But to this day I just can’t keep the Santa nutcracker around so I recently sold it for 15 quick dollars. I sold the nutcracker because every time I bring it out of its box I have the same feeling of dread and pain with some misery, I actually researched the about my experiences and one website told me that specific objects can harbor demons or spirits even though I was raised to believe different I didn’t want that kind of thing around my children so I sold it to an old couple, were years later I saw them on the news about a man slaughter story about a older man murdering his wife with a tire iron and that the old man is now in court pleading insanity because he doesn’t remember what happened and he said he saw hallucinations. As I listen I start to become numb and I remember the Porcelain Santa and I had shivers as I clicked off my TV.

I am Poem....

“I am” Poem

I am tremendous buildings and skyscrapers, above the hulking city of Springfield.

I am over sleeping late every morning, especially when it rains. The soft noise that the rain makes when it hits the window.

I am more mature and grown-up then when I was a freshmen.

I am a dusty comic book scattered about on the floor with a million others in the same condition.

I am exercising my thumbs on video games, nestled comfortably in my chair for hours upon hours, losing track of time is a sense of variety to this boring life.

I am a distant future with good hopes and wishes were all of the wishes and hopes I have become answered to bring a good life.

I am older than 15 but younger than 17, it seems like I don’t feel like almost 17.

I am a warm blanket on top of my bed while I listen to music, drifting away in the scattered line between distant sleep and total euphoria.

I am definitely not into reading books, particularly even though I did say I read comic books, I feel like comic books are better in their own ways.

I am an excited child on Christmas Eve, waking up at 6 a.m. to rush down to the living room where there is mountains of gifts, begging to be opened.

I am the son of a special mother that helps me with anything especially the hard stuff that nobody wants to deal with, she has been there for me through thick and thin.

I am a genius when it comes to historical events, ancient to us that no one likes to learn or thinks it’s boring I sir come to a sort of fascinated state of mind.

I am the baby in the only baby picture we own, happy and care free to the world as a baby should feel.

I am the dream nobody can figure out or nobody wants to figure out like the dreams that you hate waking up from.

I am the heavy, ancient dresser haunting my bedroom with its frightening image.

I am the child who suffered through hardships and survived only to be a better person in life and learning valuable lessons.