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So I've written 2 things in my creative writing class so far that the teacher thought was good enough for the writing contest and submitted. Neither were my play, although, I and everyone who read it thought it was good. They were both short stories. Here they are. Leave comments PLEASE!
Berscowsky’s Story
By: Amber Osmon
Berscowsky was a very lucky dog. He lived with great human friends who took awesome care of him, feeding him, playing with him, petting him, and loving him every day. Berscowsky was living the life; the ideal life of a dog. One day he did something he knew he shouldn’t have. When Martha opened the door to go to work, Berscowsky ran past her and went outside. He knew he should have waited for Kevin or Bill to get the leash and take him for a walk, but he felt like taking a walk of his own, a walk on the wild side, the side of freedom. He’d never done this before… He’d never just gotten to run free in the outside world. It felt phenomenally amazing. Berscowsky felt naked, free, wild, maybe like his dingo cousins.
Soon after came the, SMACK! The big truck didn’t even care that he was walking on that residential road, it just went, SMACK, and rolled on by, didn’t even stop. Kevin saw it. Kevin was being the responsible owner and came to chase Berscowsky down, catch him, leash him, and bring him inside. Right as Kevin neared the road, he saw the horrible SMACK incident that left Berscowsky lying there in the middle of the road without any pulse. Kevin had lost his best friend. Kevin ran out to the road, his face dripping with tears, he knelt beside Berscowsky, head in his hands, and sobbed everlastingly.
Berscowsky got up. He saw Kevin sobbing, and couldn’t figure out why. Then he saw Kevin knelt over a dog that looked… Well… The dog looked just like… him... He walked closer to this apparition that he saw. He looked at the collar, and the collar was just like his collar. It even had the “B. T.” on it… That stood for Berscowsky Tallman… Then he suddenly remembered… The SMACK… He’d fallen, and he didn’t remember ever getting up, but apparently he had, since he was standing here on the street, and he could see dear Kevin right there. But who was this dog in the road? He wasn’t aware that he’d even had a twin. Berscowsky barked, hoping to get Kevin’s attention, but Kevin never ceased sobbing there in the road. “Geez” Berscowsky thought, “My twin must have been very important to Kevin. He’s not even paying attention to me.”
Berscowsky got the good idea to go comfort Kevin. He’d simply approach his young friend, and nuzzle his arm or something; show Kevin that he was there if he needed anyone, or a coat to cry on. Berscowsky arose to go through with this plan. He walked over, but when he went to nuzzle Kevin, his snout went right through Kevin’s arm… Shocked and confused Berscowsky barked, right by Kevin’s ear, KNOWING that he would hear him. But Kevin didn’t even flinch. Berscowsky started pacing around in circles around the scene. He then sat down within close viewing distance of Kevin and the dog that looked just like him… It was then that Berscowsky realized, he was dead… He MUST be a ghost. There was no other explanation for the way things had just recently been happening… There was no other explanation for his “twin”.
Bill was Kevin’s father, and he was watching the scene from the front porch, pained looks on his face as though he too had lost an important member of the family. Finally, Kevin looked up, Berscowsky thought for just one minute maybe Kevin was looking at him! But he looked right past him at Bill on the front porch. Bill ventured over toward Kevin and together, they carried the canine body to the back yard, tears staining both of their faces.
“That stupid truck driver didn’t even stop! What if he’d run over me? I can’t believe he didn’t even stop!” said Kevin. “Some people are heartless like that son, they don’t care about anything but themselves. I’m so sorry this had to happen Kevin” Bill said. And for the moment they both walked inside the house through the backdoor. Berscowsky invisibly followed behind, listening to their words and wishing he could comfort them. Bill and Kevin sat at the kitchen table, and started talking about all the wonderful times they had shared with Berscowsky. Berscowsky huddled up my Kevin’s leg and layed on his feet, as he usually did, but Kevin’s feet seemed to go right through him. It was confirmed. He was definitely a ghost.
When Martha got home, Bill told her of the news. She also was devastated. The carcass was still out in the backyard. Bill and Kevin had waited for Martha to get home before burying their poor friend. Upon her arrival, and after she had grieved their loss, the family gathered in the backyard to pay their final respects to their friend, and to bury him. Berscowsky had never imagined he’d watch his own funeral. It was hard for him. Kevin and Bill dug, while Martha sat on the ground, staring off into a hole of depression and loss. She blamed herself. She sat there, trying to console herself. All she could think was: “If only I’d been more careful. I always make sure he doesn’t come out with me. I was so careless this morning, and I was in such a hurry! If it weren’t for my carelessness, Berscowsky would still be with us!”
As they shoveled the last bit of dirt upon their friend, finishing the burial, Berscowsky suddenly found himself blind, and floating… He didn’t know what was going on… He’d spent the entire day lingering around his family without any recognition what-so-ever. Now he was floating in blackness?… He thought of the movie him and Kevin had watched so many times, All Dogs Go To Heaven. He wondered if that was what it would be like. He wondered if he’d get his chance to come back for a little while, to make things better, for a little closure. He knew the loss had been terrible on his loving family.
Berscowsky did indeed find himself in an atmosphere closely matching the movie. There were clouds everywhere. When he walked, instead of feeling the ground underneath him, he floated in a way he’d never felt before. There were other dogs too. Big dogs, small dogs, dogs of every breed... There were biscuits and treats and food and toys laying around everywhere. Dogs were playing together. It WAS heaven. Berscowsky felt like he stayed here for an eternity; watching, playing, eating… Then a big black Great Dane walked up to him. He had the shiniest coat Berscowsky had ever seen… The Great Dane said in a low deep voice, “Your hole will be ready soon.”
Berscowsky was more than a little bit confused. “My hole?” he asked…
“Yes” said the massive dog, “Every dog here gets a hole. You can look into the hole, and see the life you had on Earth. If you had a family, you can watch them. If you had dear friends, you can monitor them. Also you will become their guardian angel, if you think you can handle such a responsibility. When you’re not looking through your hole, you’re free to explore anywhere you wish. As you can see, it’s paradise up here… If there’s anything that would make you more comfortable, just come to me and ask. My name is Justice, by the way. I’m kind of like the welcome committee you could say. I greet all the newest arrivals and show them around. Sorry I was a little late getting to you. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll find it quite nice here. And like I said, if there’s anything else I can do to make your stay more comfortable, just ask.”
“Wow” said Berscowsky. “So you mean I really am dead, and this is Heaven?”
“Sure is” replied Justice, “Is it not everything you imagined it would be?”
“ I guess it is…” Said Berscowsky, “I guess I just never imagined actually dying.”
“No one ever does” Justice replied. “Oh, your hole should be ready now, would you like to see it?”
“Yes, I suppose I would.”
“Of course, right this way.” Justice led Berscowsky across a few white wispy clouds, and there he saw a big mirror-like portal. It glittered with magic. Around the mirror, there were images of his family. Martha, Bill, and Kevin. Oh, he missed Kevin so much! “But aren’t those just pictures, Justice? I thought you said I could watch them.”
“Yes, just say you want to. Simply say “I’d like to see…” then say what or who you would like to see, and they will appear there.”
“Ok, I’ll try… I would like to see my family, Martha, Bill, and Kevin”. Suddenly, as Justice had explained, the mirror changed and there he saw the family, sitting in the living room, watching old movies of them playing with Berscowsky when he was a puppy. “I was darn cute, huh?”
“All puppies are cute!” replied Justice.
“Can I be alone?” asked Berscowsky”
“Sure…” Justice hopped along clouds and off to talk to another dog. Berscowsky sat watching his family, wishing he could be with them again... Knowing he couldn’t. He looked away from the mirror, and it turned back into a reflecting surface, no image. Berscowsky sighed, turned around, and with a content, understanding, and happy expression, he jumped onto a big nearby fluffy cloud and rolled around. He sure would miss his family, but he was glad he could watch over them. And maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad…
The End
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Enchanted Beauty
By: Amber Osmon
She was determined to do it… He’d broken her heart for the last time. She was tired, and it was his turn to see all the pain she suffered. If he saw all her pain, he’d feel so bad, almost as bad as her. She drove up to the trailer. It looked the same as it did months before. She knew he was away at work. His truck wasn’t there. She wondered if anyone was inside, a woman maybe. She remembered how he let her sleep there at his house while he was at work. She remembered how much she loved being in his bed, knowing she was lying where he slept. He was such an asshole!
* * *
He’d just broken it off for no reason, almost out of the clear blue sky. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, but after the words were spoken, her tears wouldn’t stay inside. She buried her face into his big comfy bed, hoping to sink into it and never be seen again. Surely he would find someone new with no trouble at all. He was the type.
“I’ve always cared about you, and I still want to keep in touch, talk, and be friends,” He’d said.
Why would someone say that and not mean it? WHY?!?
* * *
She sat there in her car staring at his little wooden porch. It was such a good plan! She would make him feel so bad. He would regret the day he ever broke a woman’s heart so viciously, suddenly, and painfully.
She got out of her car and walked up to the porch. It was dark, but the moon was glowing bright. She sat there on a middle wooden step. She brought her knees up to her chest, cradled her head in her hands, and started crying. Seconds later, she was laughing, still with tears running down her face. Then her face turned solemn, serious. She removed the dagger that protruded from her pocket. It was silver, with small diamonds and ruby’s encrusted in designs of enchanted hearts. He’d collected knives, swords, and daggers. He had so many. This one was one that he’d gotten for her at an auction last year. Its beauty was incomparable, and although she’d always loved it, she loved it most now. Now that it would be her accomplice in this tragic murder.
She ran her fingers ever so gently against the sharp edges, being careful not to cut herself yet. She stared at the beautiful weapon as it reflected the glow of silver moonlight. She smiled. She closed her eyes and thought back. She thought back unto the times that she was in that house. The beautiful, pleasant, unforgettable times he’d laid her in that bed and they’d made love for what seemed like an eternity. She remembered the promise their bodies had made. All the time she remained smiling.
She brought the dagger up to her breast. She slowly and sensuously traced her breasts with it. She brought it up to her neck, running the edges along her soft skin. She stuck the tip gently in just a little. She felt it, and she silently moaned. With her other hand she reached up and got a trickle of blood on her finger, this made her smile enhance. She ran the sharp edge gently down her body, feeling its coolness, knowing the moment had almost arrived. She stood up on the porch and undressed. The dagger felt like heaven against her skin. After tracing the sharp beautiful accomplice over every inch of her body, still smiling, she pointed it toward her heart.
She did not stab herself; instead, she proceeded to carve his name into her skin. Just as she’d finished the last letter, she opened her eyes to the sight of headlights. It was his truck. She couldn’t move. She felt like she was on an extreme high, like she’d taken just enough of the right pills. She was still smiling.
He jumped out of his truck. He’d saw her car there. He saw her naked bloody silhouette. He ran to the porch and shouted “Jackie! Oh my God! What are you doing?!?!? I’ll call for help!” He reached into the pocket of his long coat and grabbed his cell phone. Just then she managed to say “Don’t call anybody, I’ll be fine. What are you doing home early?” Then she plunged the dagger into her heart. Her eyes widened. She gasped, but then had just enough time to reach out to him and smile before death took her away.
He stood there, mouth wide for a little while. When reality finally came back to him, he dialed 911 into his phone. He knew it was too late, but he had to do something. It started raining. He went back out to his truck (headlights on, door open) sat in the cab, and started to cry.
The End
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Hope for some good feedback. The Contest Awards Ceremony is on Wednesday 11/15/06 @ 12:00pm in the Ivy Room at John A. if anybody wants to go.
Berscowsky’s Story
By: Amber Osmon
Berscowsky was a very lucky dog. He lived with great human friends who took awesome care of him, feeding him, playing with him, petting him, and loving him every day. Berscowsky was living the life; the ideal life of a dog. One day he did something he knew he shouldn’t have. When Martha opened the door to go to work, Berscowsky ran past her and went outside. He knew he should have waited for Kevin or Bill to get the leash and take him for a walk, but he felt like taking a walk of his own, a walk on the wild side, the side of freedom. He’d never done this before… He’d never just gotten to run free in the outside world. It felt phenomenally amazing. Berscowsky felt naked, free, wild, maybe like his dingo cousins.
Soon after came the, SMACK! The big truck didn’t even care that he was walking on that residential road, it just went, SMACK, and rolled on by, didn’t even stop. Kevin saw it. Kevin was being the responsible owner and came to chase Berscowsky down, catch him, leash him, and bring him inside. Right as Kevin neared the road, he saw the horrible SMACK incident that left Berscowsky lying there in the middle of the road without any pulse. Kevin had lost his best friend. Kevin ran out to the road, his face dripping with tears, he knelt beside Berscowsky, head in his hands, and sobbed everlastingly.
Berscowsky got up. He saw Kevin sobbing, and couldn’t figure out why. Then he saw Kevin knelt over a dog that looked… Well… The dog looked just like… him... He walked closer to this apparition that he saw. He looked at the collar, and the collar was just like his collar. It even had the “B. T.” on it… That stood for Berscowsky Tallman… Then he suddenly remembered… The SMACK… He’d fallen, and he didn’t remember ever getting up, but apparently he had, since he was standing here on the street, and he could see dear Kevin right there. But who was this dog in the road? He wasn’t aware that he’d even had a twin. Berscowsky barked, hoping to get Kevin’s attention, but Kevin never ceased sobbing there in the road. “Geez” Berscowsky thought, “My twin must have been very important to Kevin. He’s not even paying attention to me.”
Berscowsky got the good idea to go comfort Kevin. He’d simply approach his young friend, and nuzzle his arm or something; show Kevin that he was there if he needed anyone, or a coat to cry on. Berscowsky arose to go through with this plan. He walked over, but when he went to nuzzle Kevin, his snout went right through Kevin’s arm… Shocked and confused Berscowsky barked, right by Kevin’s ear, KNOWING that he would hear him. But Kevin didn’t even flinch. Berscowsky started pacing around in circles around the scene. He then sat down within close viewing distance of Kevin and the dog that looked just like him… It was then that Berscowsky realized, he was dead… He MUST be a ghost. There was no other explanation for the way things had just recently been happening… There was no other explanation for his “twin”.
Bill was Kevin’s father, and he was watching the scene from the front porch, pained looks on his face as though he too had lost an important member of the family. Finally, Kevin looked up, Berscowsky thought for just one minute maybe Kevin was looking at him! But he looked right past him at Bill on the front porch. Bill ventured over toward Kevin and together, they carried the canine body to the back yard, tears staining both of their faces.
“That stupid truck driver didn’t even stop! What if he’d run over me? I can’t believe he didn’t even stop!” said Kevin. “Some people are heartless like that son, they don’t care about anything but themselves. I’m so sorry this had to happen Kevin” Bill said. And for the moment they both walked inside the house through the backdoor. Berscowsky invisibly followed behind, listening to their words and wishing he could comfort them. Bill and Kevin sat at the kitchen table, and started talking about all the wonderful times they had shared with Berscowsky. Berscowsky huddled up my Kevin’s leg and layed on his feet, as he usually did, but Kevin’s feet seemed to go right through him. It was confirmed. He was definitely a ghost.
When Martha got home, Bill told her of the news. She also was devastated. The carcass was still out in the backyard. Bill and Kevin had waited for Martha to get home before burying their poor friend. Upon her arrival, and after she had grieved their loss, the family gathered in the backyard to pay their final respects to their friend, and to bury him. Berscowsky had never imagined he’d watch his own funeral. It was hard for him. Kevin and Bill dug, while Martha sat on the ground, staring off into a hole of depression and loss. She blamed herself. She sat there, trying to console herself. All she could think was: “If only I’d been more careful. I always make sure he doesn’t come out with me. I was so careless this morning, and I was in such a hurry! If it weren’t for my carelessness, Berscowsky would still be with us!”
As they shoveled the last bit of dirt upon their friend, finishing the burial, Berscowsky suddenly found himself blind, and floating… He didn’t know what was going on… He’d spent the entire day lingering around his family without any recognition what-so-ever. Now he was floating in blackness?… He thought of the movie him and Kevin had watched so many times, All Dogs Go To Heaven. He wondered if that was what it would be like. He wondered if he’d get his chance to come back for a little while, to make things better, for a little closure. He knew the loss had been terrible on his loving family.
Berscowsky did indeed find himself in an atmosphere closely matching the movie. There were clouds everywhere. When he walked, instead of feeling the ground underneath him, he floated in a way he’d never felt before. There were other dogs too. Big dogs, small dogs, dogs of every breed... There were biscuits and treats and food and toys laying around everywhere. Dogs were playing together. It WAS heaven. Berscowsky felt like he stayed here for an eternity; watching, playing, eating… Then a big black Great Dane walked up to him. He had the shiniest coat Berscowsky had ever seen… The Great Dane said in a low deep voice, “Your hole will be ready soon.”
Berscowsky was more than a little bit confused. “My hole?” he asked…
“Yes” said the massive dog, “Every dog here gets a hole. You can look into the hole, and see the life you had on Earth. If you had a family, you can watch them. If you had dear friends, you can monitor them. Also you will become their guardian angel, if you think you can handle such a responsibility. When you’re not looking through your hole, you’re free to explore anywhere you wish. As you can see, it’s paradise up here… If there’s anything that would make you more comfortable, just come to me and ask. My name is Justice, by the way. I’m kind of like the welcome committee you could say. I greet all the newest arrivals and show them around. Sorry I was a little late getting to you. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll find it quite nice here. And like I said, if there’s anything else I can do to make your stay more comfortable, just ask.”
“Wow” said Berscowsky. “So you mean I really am dead, and this is Heaven?”
“Sure is” replied Justice, “Is it not everything you imagined it would be?”
“ I guess it is…” Said Berscowsky, “I guess I just never imagined actually dying.”
“No one ever does” Justice replied. “Oh, your hole should be ready now, would you like to see it?”
“Yes, I suppose I would.”
“Of course, right this way.” Justice led Berscowsky across a few white wispy clouds, and there he saw a big mirror-like portal. It glittered with magic. Around the mirror, there were images of his family. Martha, Bill, and Kevin. Oh, he missed Kevin so much! “But aren’t those just pictures, Justice? I thought you said I could watch them.”
“Yes, just say you want to. Simply say “I’d like to see…” then say what or who you would like to see, and they will appear there.”
“Ok, I’ll try… I would like to see my family, Martha, Bill, and Kevin”. Suddenly, as Justice had explained, the mirror changed and there he saw the family, sitting in the living room, watching old movies of them playing with Berscowsky when he was a puppy. “I was darn cute, huh?”
“All puppies are cute!” replied Justice.
“Can I be alone?” asked Berscowsky”
“Sure…” Justice hopped along clouds and off to talk to another dog. Berscowsky sat watching his family, wishing he could be with them again... Knowing he couldn’t. He looked away from the mirror, and it turned back into a reflecting surface, no image. Berscowsky sighed, turned around, and with a content, understanding, and happy expression, he jumped onto a big nearby fluffy cloud and rolled around. He sure would miss his family, but he was glad he could watch over them. And maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad…
The End
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Enchanted Beauty
By: Amber Osmon
She was determined to do it… He’d broken her heart for the last time. She was tired, and it was his turn to see all the pain she suffered. If he saw all her pain, he’d feel so bad, almost as bad as her. She drove up to the trailer. It looked the same as it did months before. She knew he was away at work. His truck wasn’t there. She wondered if anyone was inside, a woman maybe. She remembered how he let her sleep there at his house while he was at work. She remembered how much she loved being in his bed, knowing she was lying where he slept. He was such an asshole!
* * *
He’d just broken it off for no reason, almost out of the clear blue sky. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, but after the words were spoken, her tears wouldn’t stay inside. She buried her face into his big comfy bed, hoping to sink into it and never be seen again. Surely he would find someone new with no trouble at all. He was the type.
“I’ve always cared about you, and I still want to keep in touch, talk, and be friends,” He’d said.
Why would someone say that and not mean it? WHY?!?
* * *
She sat there in her car staring at his little wooden porch. It was such a good plan! She would make him feel so bad. He would regret the day he ever broke a woman’s heart so viciously, suddenly, and painfully.
She got out of her car and walked up to the porch. It was dark, but the moon was glowing bright. She sat there on a middle wooden step. She brought her knees up to her chest, cradled her head in her hands, and started crying. Seconds later, she was laughing, still with tears running down her face. Then her face turned solemn, serious. She removed the dagger that protruded from her pocket. It was silver, with small diamonds and ruby’s encrusted in designs of enchanted hearts. He’d collected knives, swords, and daggers. He had so many. This one was one that he’d gotten for her at an auction last year. Its beauty was incomparable, and although she’d always loved it, she loved it most now. Now that it would be her accomplice in this tragic murder.
She ran her fingers ever so gently against the sharp edges, being careful not to cut herself yet. She stared at the beautiful weapon as it reflected the glow of silver moonlight. She smiled. She closed her eyes and thought back. She thought back unto the times that she was in that house. The beautiful, pleasant, unforgettable times he’d laid her in that bed and they’d made love for what seemed like an eternity. She remembered the promise their bodies had made. All the time she remained smiling.
She brought the dagger up to her breast. She slowly and sensuously traced her breasts with it. She brought it up to her neck, running the edges along her soft skin. She stuck the tip gently in just a little. She felt it, and she silently moaned. With her other hand she reached up and got a trickle of blood on her finger, this made her smile enhance. She ran the sharp edge gently down her body, feeling its coolness, knowing the moment had almost arrived. She stood up on the porch and undressed. The dagger felt like heaven against her skin. After tracing the sharp beautiful accomplice over every inch of her body, still smiling, she pointed it toward her heart.
She did not stab herself; instead, she proceeded to carve his name into her skin. Just as she’d finished the last letter, she opened her eyes to the sight of headlights. It was his truck. She couldn’t move. She felt like she was on an extreme high, like she’d taken just enough of the right pills. She was still smiling.
He jumped out of his truck. He’d saw her car there. He saw her naked bloody silhouette. He ran to the porch and shouted “Jackie! Oh my God! What are you doing?!?!? I’ll call for help!” He reached into the pocket of his long coat and grabbed his cell phone. Just then she managed to say “Don’t call anybody, I’ll be fine. What are you doing home early?” Then she plunged the dagger into her heart. Her eyes widened. She gasped, but then had just enough time to reach out to him and smile before death took her away.
He stood there, mouth wide for a little while. When reality finally came back to him, he dialed 911 into his phone. He knew it was too late, but he had to do something. It started raining. He went back out to his truck (headlights on, door open) sat in the cab, and started to cry.
The End
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Hope for some good feedback. The Contest Awards Ceremony is on Wednesday 11/15/06 @ 12:00pm in the Ivy Room at John A. if anybody wants to go.