'The Banana Hoose': By: Courtney Ella Hrabik

-The Book-

'The Banana Hoose' by Courtney Ella Hrabik is about The Banana Hoose sorority at the University of Dasani during the 85-86 school year.  This year the sorority is being led by Beth and Colleen.  The book follows the Alpha-Upsilon-Beta Tau pledge class during all their pledge tasks, parties, and adventures.  But if Abby and Mary have their way this could by The Bananas last hurra at the University of Dasani.

-The Review-

This is an adult book.  I am in college and their were still times when I thought the language and situations were a bit much for me.  Once I got passed the foul language, drinking, and drugs and I concentrated on just the story I really enjoyed it.  I loved the characters and the bond they had.  I also loved the quotes that were before select sections.  They were humerous and a nice seg way into the section.  My favorite character by far was Karen. We get to see her go on a very special journey.  That everyone should enjoy.  Just like Courtney Ella said at the end of the book that must people aren't like the Bananas that we were like Karen with a little bit of Banana in us.  It is very different from 'One Year' but still a very funny story and well writen. 

I would reccomend this book for women ages 18-21 to 40.  I think this is a must read if you were in a sorority yourself.

Reading Focus Group 'The Banana Hoose'

In The Cave Entertainment is looking for readers for a focus group for Courtney Ella Hrabik's new book 'The Banana Hoose'.  In The Cave is looking for men and women age 18-40 to read several sections of the book and give feed back.  You can go to their site www.inthecaveentertainment.blogspot.com to get more information and their email address.

First 'One Year' Reading

Courtney Ella opted to post a Youtube video of her first reading of 'One Year'.  You can find it on her publishers YouTube channel 'Inthecaveenter' or use this quick link: http://youtu.be/WUfKwGMfxu8. 

'One Year' for Sale!

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A Cross the Universe

Be for I begin there are two things you must know. Latimer Siebold is an incredible writer and two I have had a soft spot for him since I met him.

"What are we doing here?" Josh asked one night as we were climbing a tree out side Latimer's dorm room.

"Nothing" I said.

"This does not feel like nothing." Josh said when we made it to his window.

"Oh what do you know." I said climbing through it.

"Seriously why are we here?" Josh said as we were standing at the foot of his bed.

"He has a great book in him, he just refuses to write it." I said. "We are pushing him in the right direction."

"I do not remember any signs to that affect." Josh said.

"You need to learn to read be tween the lines." I said. "You want to write a book. You want to write a book."

"What?" Josh asked.

"Osmosis" I said.

"That is so fake." Josh said.

"We will see." I said.

I spent the next five hours saying 'You want to write a book'. As the sun was coming up we left. A couple of hours later he was leaving his dorm, texting Loren on his phone.

"Guess what?" Latimer texted.

"What?" Loren texted.

"I think I am going to write a book." Latimer texted.

"That is so awesome, I have been saying that for ever. I am so proud of you." Loren texted.

Latimer spent the next couple of weeks talking to his teachers and advisors a bout it. They all agreed that was an awesome idea and that the book plot had to be from him. So back up the tree we went.

"What now?" Josh asked climbing through his window.

"We need to give him a book idea." I said.

"Plagarist" Josh said.

"They are his ideas but he just does not see them." I said.

"Yeah that makes sense." Josh said.

"Ssshhh" I said. "You want to write a bout Loren's year."

I repeated that for the next four hours.

A couple of weeks later we returned.

"Do you think he would mind me checking my email?" Josh asked.

"Ssshhh" I said. "You want to write home less people as angels."

"Now you feel comfortable defining us." Josh said.

"For his book I think it would be best too." I said.

I repeated that for the next six hours.

A couple of weeks later.

"I wonder if he gets HBO?" Josh asked sitting on his coach.

"Did you bring your head phones?" I asked.

"Yes" Josh said.

"Have at it" I said tossing him the remote. "You want to write a bout all your adventures you had that year."

I was three hours in to repeating that when his room mate woke up. Luckily for some reason he did not notice us and we continued for a nother hour.

A couple of weeks later.

"You want to make music a major part of the book for Loren." I said for five hours.

A couple of weeks later.

"You want to make me the narrator of the book." I said.

"Why do you get to be the narrator?" Josh asked.

"Be cause I would look better on screen." I said and resumed my chants.

A couple of weeks later at the end of the semester he presented this crazy idea he had for a book that was the narrator is an angel that appears like a home less person that be friends the dead brother of the main character of the story which focuses on her life after his death oh and each title is the title of a song in the chapter.

"I love it" his advisor said.

Then Latimer took the train to New York City to discuss this with Loren.

"Yes you have to write this it it perfect." Loren said after reading what he had. "I love it."

Latimer smiled.

He would spend the next two years perfecting his book. He would name the book "One Year". A book that went a cross the universe and back.

"That is a stretch do you not think?" Josh asked.

"I all ways stretch to get in The Beatles." I said.

Business and Service vs. Family Dollar

I spent four days working at a local family dollar as in sight in to the lives of people working under the poverty line and people who were under the impression they were saving money be cause they were shopping in a place with 'Dollar' in the name.

The first thing I learned. It does not take much to get this job. Best I could tell I got the job be cause I was over the age of eight teen and produce clean pee.

The second thing I learned. It is so easy to get the job that for the most part you are surrounded by idiots. The manager of the store where I worked at was totally over his head. Their was no tours, their was no training of any kind. The store was just a mess. There is absolutely no organization what so ever. My second day there, a girl came in late claiming she did not know she was supposed to work. At first I thought, yeah right. By the end of the week I thought, their is actually a good chance he did not tell her she was supposed to work. When you are behind schedule it is best to just have some crew stay late one or two nights and get caught up. It is not wise to throw a new hire in to the wolves. I honestly think districts needs to intervene and make some changes.

The third thing I learned was that the assisant manager Tonia should be running the place be cause she has her head on her shoulders. She is organized, patient, and an educator.

The fourth thing I learned was that when you are supposed to do three things at once nothing gets done.

The fifth thing I learned was that it is not good use of time to have the manager perform every return.

The sixth thing I learned was that Family Dollar attracts meth heads be cause they do not monitor the selling of their medicine. Which I am pretty sure is illegal.

The seventh thing I learned is that Family Dollar is not the cheapest place in town to buy stuff. Razors and shampoo are cheaper at walgreens for instance. School and office supplies are cheaper at CVS. All most every thing is cheaper at Kroger. All three are in the area of the store I worked at.

The eighth thing and must important I learned was that you all ways have to treat people with respect. Just be cause they pay with change or food stamps does not mean you can treat them less then human. They deserve the same service as you get anyy where else. Their should all ways be some one at the counter to help people. They should not have to ring a bell for service like they are not your top priority. If they would just hire a third shift, like all most every other store, they could re stock at night and during the day focus on the customer. This store could make so much more money if they would incorporate brail. There is a school for the blind two blocks a way and hundreds of blind people live with in walking distance. I estimate it would cost them 500-1,000 dollars to do this but it would really set them a part in the neighbor hood. They get a ton of elderly people, who have trouble seeing, perhaps having bigger signs, lettering, and ads would help their business as well. If they would just look at the people who came in as people and looked to meet their needs they would make so much more money.

I took this job as an observation of people. What I learned in my four days there that it has to be all a bout the people. I think I will look back on my time there and thank God I can write so I never, ever have to work there again.

"The Best Years of Our Lives": January 16 1988

“This does not seem very private.” Dave said sitting down next to Cameron at a table in the student center.

“Well Dave when I get five messages on my answering machine that go: ‘please meet me at a private place’, ‘come alone’, ‘don’t tell anyone who you are meeting or where’. I tend to believe you are going to kill me.” Cameron said. “So naturally I did the opposite.”

“Cameron” Dave said. “Who did you tell?”

“The whole group” Cameron said. “And my whole floor.”

“Cameron!” Dave shouted.

“Oh my god you are really going to kill me.” Cameron said.

“No” Dave said. “I wanted to know if you wanted to pretend date me.”

“What?” Cameron asked.

“Do you want to be my pretend girlfriend?” Dave said.

“Why do you need a pretend girlfriend?” Cameron asked.

“Because I would like it for the group to stop setting me up on these horrible dates.” Dave said.

“They are the worst.” Cameron said.

“And for some reason they leave Dave alone.” Dave said.

“Oh I know” Cameron said. “Why do you think I would want to be a pretend girlfriend?”

“Because we are both gay” Dave said.

“What?” Cameron shouted.

“Oh my gosh I am never wrong.” Dave said.

“Does any one else know?” Cameron asked.

“Of course not, that is why we keep getting those horrible dates.” Dave said.

“So what do you mean pretend date?” Cameron asked.

“Like when we have real dates we tell the group that we are going out instead” Dave said.

“Or like when our friends and family tries to set us up we can say oh we can’t because I still have that thing with Dave.” Cameron said.

“Yes” Dave said.

“That does sound like an amazing idea.” Cameron said.

“I know” Dave said.

“I now see why you wanted to do this in private.” Cameron said. “I think the whole union now knows we are gay.”

“So you will now respect my messages.” Dave said.

“Yes” Cameron said.

The two got up and left.

Best Years of Our Lives Update!

Last night I wrote the last five sections of 'The Best Years of Our Lives'. The series of stories will last twenty five years. I am really excited to know where the story will end. Now I am excited to see how they all get to that point. You guys will probably have to wait twenty five years though to find out because even though I will not be posting in order it began with the first and it will end with the last.

Stupid Girl

Did not your mother ever tell you
Under age drinking
A lone with a guy
In a dark alley
No shoes, no cell, no brains
Life is too short to be so stupid
Stupid girl
A nother dumb blonde
Flooding our air waves
Posters over town
If you do not have common sense
You should just stay at home
Stupid girl

Help Find Lauren Spierer

One of our writers Edward brought this case to my attention.  So many people came to my school's aide when we needed so I want to help IU now. 

Lauren Spierer has been missing from Bloomington, IN since June 3, 2011.  Here our several links to learn more about this case:
http://newsinfo.iu.edu/news/page/normal/18835.html

http://www.iuhillel.org/

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/pages/Help-Find-Lauren-Spierer/234329423249273

Edward and Matthew are trying to help by writing poems for the cause.  They are donating all the money they make off the poems to the cause.  Please help them by clicking on their poem title, this leads to it's own page and then click on the ads.  It will take like thirty seconds for a really good cause.

Little Girl

Little girl
Gone in the night

Casught in a strangers
Venus fly trap

Come home little girl
Back to where
You belong

Bring your smile
And your warmth

Their is a little girl
Plastered all over a town

The search is now on
For my little girl

-Lauren Spierer-

Down the Rabbit hole she went
Where that is for her
I just don't know
Taken by an idiot
Who did not know
How much she was loved
She has been wondering
For quite some time
But what is nice about holes
Is that where
There is an enterance
There is an exit
And it is only
A matter of time
Before we get her out

"Best Days of Our Lives": 27 October 1986

It was the first fall recess giving them a week off of school. All ten of them had taken a bus to spend the week with Christopher and Olivia’s grandparent’s cabin in Wisconsin. On this particular day I was snooping around. I found my way into a study. The walls were covered with pictures of ten, college aged, people at Oberlin College.

The door opened, it startled me, and someone walked in.

“Sorry” Mae, their grandmother, said.

“No I am sorry” I said beginning to walk out.

“No look around” Mae said.

“Thanks” I said.

“So many pictures” Mae said.

“Yeah” I said. “Who are they?”

“That is my son, Caleb, my daughter in law, Celeste, and this is all of their friends.” Mae said pointing them all out. “You know they went to Oberlin also.”

“I know” I said.

“You know my Caleb met Celeste there.” Mae said.

“I know” I said.

“So many memories” Mae said gazing at them.

“They looked like they had a lot of fun.” I said.

“They had the best time ever.” Mae said.

One picture in particular had caught my eye. It was a picture of the ten of them outside Allan holding paintings.

“Looks familiar” Mae said.

“Yeah” I said.

“Olivia showed me your picture.” Mae said.

I noticed that the pictures of the ten of them stopped. And pictures with eight and Christopher and Olivia popped up.

“Where are they now?” I asked.

“They died when Christopher and Olivia were only two. “ Mae said. “In a car wreck coming home from dinner one night.”

“I am so sorry I had no idea.” I said.

“Yes it was.” Mae said. “Luckily they had really good friends who make sure that their kids never forget who they were.”

“I’ll bet” I said.

Just then Olivia popped her head in the study.

“There you are Danny Boy” Olivia said. “Come on we are going to watch a movie.”

“Coming” I said and left.

Dorm Daze: 8/16 Dinner

August 16 Dinner

Dear JoJo,

What a day we had. Martha was keeping Steph busy by annoying the rest of us with near constant up dates about their dinner plans.

Here is some of the nearly one hundred post its that were found on my door:

9:17 am – There was talk of a dinner tonight, are you still in? RSVP to Martha and Steph in room 103.

9:21 am – We have yet to here from you please let us know. P.S. this is Martha and Steph in room 103.

9:27 am – Just letting you know we will be in our room all day so any time you want to stop on by is okay with us. 103.

9:33 am – Going to go to breakfast by back in thirty minutes. 103.

10:27 am – You have a large collections of post its on your door, you might want to clean them up. 103.

11: 19 am – We are making a post it run be back soon. 103.

12:13 pm – We will be meeting in the lobby at 5:45 pm for dinner. 103.

12:14 pm – We RSVP’d for you as Haley said it was okay.

1:38 pm - We are going to lunch be back in a half hour. 103.

3:19 pm – We will be having a dinner planning meeting in the lobby at 3:30. 103.

4:26 pm – We appreciated every one’s participation in the planning meeting. See all of you at 5:45 for dinner at D- Lair. 103.

4:51 pm – We have moved up the dinner time to 5:30.

5:10 pm – We see you have not gotten a round to cleaning up your door so we did. Here is a white board. 103.

At 5:30 all of the first floor Keller hall meet in the lobby for dinner.

“I can not believe those two are late.” Haley said.

“May be they made a nother post it run.” Chels said.

“How long do you think we have to wait for them?” Roma asked.

“We can not leave with out them that is for sure.” Haley said.

“But is will be so much peace full with out them” Pear said.

“Steph is not that bad” Natalie said.

“No, we are talking a bout Gina and Hannah.” Zena said.

“Oh” I said.

“I say if Martha and Steph get here first we lie and leave them.” Rosie said.

“Yes” Megan and Sarah said.

“Gina come on you hog we are going to be late.” Hannah said as they left their room.

“I am coming God” Gina said.

“Look” Hannah said.

“It is the girls” Gina said.

“I know that you moron, we are late.” Hannah said.

“May be they are all early.” Gina said.

“I swear to God Gina” Hannah said.

“Oh good you are all here.” Martha said as they walked over to them.

“Sorry guys” Steph said.

“Yes we are so sorry we are late but their was a problem at the printers with the name cards.” Martha said.

“Name Cards?” Annie asked.

“Yes” Steph said. “Martha thought it would be best to wear name tags to help every one get to know each other.”

“We all so went to D Lair and put place cards at every one’s seat.” Martha said. “I thought it best to mix us up to get to know every one.”

We all started to leave when our RA, Catlin, emerged from her room for the first time since we moved in.

“Where are all of you going?” Catlin asked.

“Dinner” Martha said.

“All of you?” Catlin asked.

“Yes” Martha said.

“No funny business” Catlin said and went back in to her room.

“Weird” Haley said.

“No funny business” Catlin said quickly popping out.

We walked to D Lair for dinner. Martha and Steph had all ready put the tables to gether so we could all sit to gether. There were name tags at each seat. No body was seating next to people they knew. No athletes were seating next to each other. No sorority girls next to each other. No room mates next to each other, with the exception of Gina and Hannah. I guess Martha thought she could make them friends. I was sitting be tween Emily and Zena. They had all ready ordered for us be cause as we sat down they were bringing it out to us. All most all of us got burgers. Pear, who is a vegetarian got a salad. Chels had grill chicken be cause she needed the protein for weight training the next day. Haley got the breaded chicken sand witch.

“How can you eat that?” Chels asked.

“I have found that my body needs a certain amount of fat and cholesterol to function.” Haley said.

“So how is the room mate?” Audrey asked.

“Is not here yet” I said.

“You wasted your whole day waiting for her for nothing.” Megan said.

“Oh I know” I said. “But she did text me that she should be here tonight.”

“What do you know a bout her?” Megan asked.

“Not much” I said. “She has texted me twice. Once to say we are roomies but did not give a name and the other a couple of weeks later telling me what to bring.”

“Weird” Zena said.

“Yeah” I said. “So where are you girls from?”

“Well I am from Nashville, Tennessee.” Emily said. “I went to Father Ryan High School there.”

“What sorority are you in?” Zena asked.

“That would be Alpha Delta Pi.” Emily said.

Just as I was a bout to ask her how she liked it Gina and Hannah were going at it.

“You did take a sip of my drink.” Hannah yelled.

“No I did not” Gina yelled.

“Yes you did I have been putting my drink there the whole time.” Hannah yelled.

“May be you did not this time.” Gina said.

“You and that freakin ‘May be’ bull shit.” Hannah said.

“It is not bull shit, it is an alternate explanation.” Gina yelled.

“We are going to need to go boxes.” Martha yelled.

We got our food and ran. We finished it up and the brownies that they made for us at ‘Not So Good’ Barn Field. When it was dark out we headed back to the dorm. In the lounge was a woman.

“DD?” the woman asked.

“Yes” I said.

“Hi I am from the housing office I am afraid that your original room mate will not be joining us this year.” She said.

“Okay” I said.

“May be we could all take a moment of silence for her.” The woman said.

We all just looked a round awkwardly.

“We are very sorry a bout this but we will assign you a new one.” The woman said.

“Oh okay” I said.

She hugged me and left.

“Weird” we said and headed to our rooms.

DD

"Best Years of Our Lives": 29 and 30 August 1986

The ten of us were eating lunch at Dascomb Dinning Hall. We began talking about our first week of college and our classes. Then we got to talking about the weekend.

“So what are we going to do with our first full weekend of college?” Christopher asked.

“Don’t you think we should head to the library.” Elizabeth said. “You know stay on top of our studies.”

“No” Christopher said.

“We could go see a movie.” Cameron said.

“No” Christopher said.

“We could explore Oberlin.” Olivia said.

“No” Christopher said.

“Is there any concerts going on?” Zachery asked.

“No” Christopher said.

“Okay Christopher what do you think we should do?” I asked.

“I am glad you asked Danny Boy.” Christopher said. “We should go camping!”

“Like in nature, with bugs?” Emily asked.

“Yes” Christopher said.

“Gross” Emily said.

“Come on” Cameron said.

“Where would we go?” Jack asked.

“I found this great park an hour from campus.” Christopher said.

“How fun!” Olivia said. “Just like mom and dad.”

“Yes” Christopher said.

“Sounds like fun.” I said.

“I am in” Zachery said.

“Me too” Jack said.

“What about you girls?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah you can’t leave me with all the boys.” Olivia said.

“Sure” they said.

“Great” Olivia said.

“We will meet outside of Langston at five.” Christopher said.

We left Dascomb Dinning Hall and went our separate ways. A little before five I grabbed my comforter and some food put it in my back pack and headed off to Langston. When I got there every one was all ready there.

“Where have you been?” Dave asked.

“I am like three minutes late.” I said.

“All right camping trip ’86 is about to begin.” Christopher said.

The ten of us headed to the parking lot.

“Okay me and Olivia can take two more, what about you guys?” Christopher asked.

“What about us?” I asked.

“How many seats in your cars?” Olivia asked.

“We do not have cars” The eight of us said.

We stood there for a moment with all of our stuff.

“We did not plan this very well.” Olivia said.

“Our group is just too big.” Christopher said.

“Are you going to cut people?” I asked.

“Perhaps” Christopher said.

The eight of us just look at him.

“No we won’t.” Olivia said.

The eight of us just look at them.

“We should camp out on campus.” Olivia said.

“Where?” Dave asked.

“By Allan Musuem?” Cameron asked.

“No we did that already.” Zachery said.

“What about those woods on North Campus?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah” Emily said.

“Good idea” Olivia said.

“Lets go” Christopher said.

So the ten of us walked over to the woods and set up camp.

“There is no fire pit.” Christopher said.

“Well this is not a sanctioned camp site.” Cameron said.

“How are we going to cook the hot dogs for dinner?” Olivia asked.

“You brought hot dogs for us?” Dave asked.

“Yeah to cook over a fire just like our parents did.” Olivia said.

“Huh” Dave said.

“We could heat them up in one of our microwaves and run them back.” Jack said.

“No we are out in the wilderness now.” Christopher said.

“No it is not the same.” Olivia said.

“Can you guys excuse us for a second?” Christopher asked.

We shook our heads yes.

Christopher and Olivia walked a couple of paces from the group.

“What do you think they are talking about?” Elizabeth asked.

“I have no idea” Zachery said.

“Maybe they are talking about how we are not living up to their parent’s friends.” Dave said.

“Hey” Elizabeth said.

“It is a little weird how much they bring up their parents time here.” Cameron said.

“They just heard all their amazing stories want to have some of their own.” Elizabeth said.

“Sshh they are coming back.” I said.

“Sorry about that” Olivia said.

“Its cool” we all said.

“So what do you guys have?” Christopher asked.

“I have chips , two cans of soda, and a bag of cereal.” I said.

“I have yogurt, granola bars, and some cherries.” Cameron said.

“I have peanut butter crackers and a box of swiss cake rolls.” Dave said.

“Guys we are camping!” Christopher said.

We ended up ordering Lorenzo’s Pizza. I got someone walking to their dorm to take a picture of us with our pizza. The weather dropped considerably as the sun went down. We were huddled together in a mass.

“It is so freakin cold.” Emily said.

“On the plus side we have to in counter any bugs.” Cameron said.

“Or any rain” Zachery said.

“I guess” Emily said.

We spent the night talking, looking at the stars, and trying to keep warm.

The sun came up and we began to pack up our stuff.

“Next time we will be more prepared.” Olivia said.

“Don’t be ridiculous this was awesome.” Elizabeth said.

“Dinner tonight?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah” we all said.

We headed back to our dorms for some much needed sleep.

Clueless to the Spirit (1970)

Clueless to the Spirit

1970

On the last day of eighth grade Lauren Myers received a sweat shirt of the school she would be attending in the fall. She said good bye to her acquaintances she had made at her last school. When she got home from school she and her parents pilled into their car and hit the road. They followed the moving van to their new home.

It was chili when they arrived and Lauren had to put on the only thing not in a box on and that was the sweat shirt her parents had given her. It didn’t take long for their new neighbors to show up and start welcoming them.

“We have been here for like a second.” Lauren said to her parents when she noticed them running over.

“They are just trying to be nice.” Her dad said.

“I like it.” Her mom said.

It wasn’t long before they realized not all the people running over were technically neighbors. Some did not actually live in the neighborhood at all. All of them brought something. Most were food related. Others were not. One woman brought the worst kind, her daughter.

“I am so happy to see this neighborhood filling up.” Mrs. Hollings said. “Is that your daughter?”

“Yes, this is Lauren.” Mrs. Myers said.

“What grade will she be in?” Mrs. Hollings asked.

“She will be a freshman in high school.” Mrs. Myers said.

“Get out of town, my daughter too!” Mrs. Hollings said. “Mary come here.”

Mary ran over to where the two ladies had been talking.

“Lauren I want you to meet someone.” Her mom said.

Lauren reluctantly walked over.

“This is Lauren” Mrs. Myers said.

“Mary- Sacred Heart! I am going there too!” Mary said.

“Really” Lauren said.

“Yes! I can’t wait for school to start. It is going to be the best four years of our lives.” Mary said.

“Well we will let you guys get settled but we will have to get these girls together over the summer. After all they are both going to be Valkyries soon.” Mrs. Hollings said and the two headed home.

“Thank God that is over with.” Lauren said.


“Hey, she seemed nice.” Her mother said.

Things had died down for a week or two. Lauren’s family had become a regular fixture in the neighborhood. One cool night after dinner Lauren’s dad took her out for ice cream.

“Look its Sacred Heart!” Mary yelled and ran over to them.

“Oh good” Lauren said under her breathe. “And she brought friends.”

“This is my new neighbor.” Mary said to her friends. “She is a member of the class of ’74. I am so sorry, what’s your name again?”

“Lauren” Lauren said.

“This is Elizabeth and Theresa. I am Mary in case you forgot too.” Mary said point to them and her.

“Hello” Elizabeth and Theresa said.

“Hi” Lauren said.

“You girls getting ice cream too?” Mr. Myers asked.

“Yeah, every Wednesday” Mary said.

“Why don’t you girls join us?” Mr. Myers asked.

“Sure” Mary said.

“Where did you move here from?” Elizabeth asked.

“Indianapolis” Lauren said.

“Why did you guys move here?” Theresa asked.

“Dad got a better job.” Lauren said.

“Congrats” Theresa said looking at Mr. Myers.

“Thanks” Mr. Myers said.

“What are your plans for the summer?” Mary asked.

“Summer camp and visiting grand parents” Lauren said.

“Sounds like fun.” Mary said.

“Yeah” Lauren said.

The four girls ate their ice cream and talked about meaningless things. When they were done Lauren and her dad got into their car to go home.

“So glad that is over.” Lauren said.

“They seem so nice. Wouldn’t it be nice to already know people on the first day of school?” Lauren’s dad asked.

“No” Lauren said.

Two days later Lauren left for summer camp. When she returned a couple of weeks later she was grocery shopping with her mom when they ran into Mary and her mother.

“Settling in?” Mrs. Hollings asked.


“Yes, thank you.” Mrs. Myers said.

“Can you believe the summer is half over?” Mrs. Hollings asked.

“Oh I know. We went uniform shopping today.” Mrs. Myers said.

“We are going next week. I can’t believe they are already getting their navy skirts.” Mrs. Hollings said.

“Do you know what classes or teachers you have yet?” Mary asked.

“I got the envelop while I was at camp but haven’t really looked at it yet.” Lauren said.

“Wouldn’t it be so cool if we had some classes together?” Mary asked.

“Yeah” Lauren said.

The Myers and the Hollings chit-chatted for a few more minutes and went their separate ways.

“Its like she is stalking me.” Lauren said.

“Would it kill you to try to be nice and have fun here?” Lauren’s mom asked.

“Yes” Lauren said.

Lauren spent the rest of the summer with her grandparents and cousins.

The first day of school came. Lauren was walking through the third floor freshmen hall. She was realizing that most of these girls went to grade school together and already had a group of friends. Lauren found her locker and started putting her books in.

“Lauren Myers!” Mary shouted. “Please tell me your team room is 210 also.”

“Yeah” Lauren said.

“Awesome. We are so sitting together.” Mary said.

“Ok” Lauren said.

“Do you already have lunch plans?” Mary asked as they walked into the classroom.

“Nope” Lauren said.

“You have to sit with me, Elizabeth, and Theresa.” Mary said and they sat down.

“Ok” Lauren said.

Yes Lauren had a real group of friends to sit with every day at lunch.

Final Ecology

I feel it is something that needs to be addressed. We have created a real mess for our selves and we need to look towards the future.

I learned about Ness’s deep ecology and shallow ecology and many other’s take on them. To day I am purposing a new ecology called Final Ecology. Final Ecology looks at the world as a whole and not just our individual place in it. It is impossible to think that cars, energy, factories, etc will be wiped out completely. The human race and technology will all ways have to move foreword. Final Ecology has a hundred year initial time line.

The first twenty five years will be used to address humans. Final Ecology looks at the human race in three levels. Final Ecology will work on a checks and balance system. Each ‘family unit’ will be given energy/waste credits. Your credits will be based on how much you do to help the environment. It would all so have a commerce element where you can buy and sell your credits. Final Ecology takes in to account all of the out liars and variables. It balances every thing out. There will all ways be those who do not care. They will all ways drive there Hummer’s, leave all there lights on, and be overly waste full. It is okay be cause there are groups of people that live off the grid. Examples of this are the Amish, indigenous tribes, and the deep ecologist. Then there is the majority of people where it is okay to still drive your mini van, have your air conditioning, and watch your television if you recycle, compost, and buy ‘Kentucky Proud’. This level of Final Ecology only works if the energy sources come from re-usable sources like wind and solar. There would all so have to be a gas, food, and people quota for each family unit.

The next twenty five years will focus on animals. Ensuring that they have the food and environment needed to survive. Final Ecology would have a data base of all the animals on the planet. It will be used to track their population and the other populations in the eco system.

The last fifty years of the initial plan deals with nature. Nature gets the most amount of time be cause that is where the majority of the damage is. You might be asking if it is the worse why is it the last to be addressed and the answer is it is going to take humans a while to change. I thought the best way to condition them was over time beginning with the easiest one that directly affects them. The effort will begin with the oceans be cause of the amount of animals that live there and that all life depends on water. Then we will move to replanting forests.

After the initial hundred years their will be other stages to wean us off gas and coal completely. There are other stages to keep up species numbers and farming and recycling initiatives. Making sure that every thing is in check with people, animals, and nature. Over time there will not be a need for the checks and balance system be cause people would be conditioned to do good.

'We Were Czech' By: Echo Delling

-The Book-

This really isn't a book but Echo is up front about that.  It is a collection of stories and poetry about people living in Czech.  The stories range from the 1400s to the present.

-The Review-

I didn't know much about Czech are the people to I read this and this book was a window into their lives.  I am not sure how accuarate that is but it was fascinating and has caused me to do more research.  I really liked how in a short amount of time I felt like I new these people.  He has amazing character development in that regard.  I also really liked how it was evident that english was not his first language and because of it their were some awkward places but I think that really gave it character.  I also think it will be cool to see how that matures over time.

I would reccomend this for people thirteen and up.  I feel this was written with a co-ed audience in mind.  I think Czech people will really like it because of the awarness the book brings to the world and I think Americans will like it to see what it is like in other countries.  You can buy the book at amazon.com here:

http://www.amazon.com/We-Were-Czech-Echo-Delling/dp/1440452806/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1288326737&sr=8-4#_

Emma Watson to play Loren

 

The site has gotten alot of hits since my compagin to get Stacey Farber to play Susan in 'One Year' and positive feed back as well.  It was decided that we would launch compagins for everyone else.

Evan Rachel Wood to Play Beth!

I was on Courtney Ella's site and saw her dream cast for her next book "The Banana Hoose" is up.  She says she wrote the character of Beth just for her.

New Sites in Platnium Writers Family

Platnium Writers is proud to announce two new sites to the Platnium Writers family: Well Come to Red Wood and University of Dasani. If you would like to write fan fiction on either one of these sites please email me. If you have suggestion for a site that would fit well with the Platnium Writers family please email me as well.

www.wellcometoredwood.blogspot.com

www.universityofdasani.blogspot.com

Writer of the Month for April!

Everyone at Platnium Writers wants to congratulate Courtney Ella Hrabik on being the writer of the month! We hope to read more of your beautiful works that earned him this title.

La Virginité Perdue

L'air de la nuit ne me quitte pas

Un rappel de mon péché laid

Et qu’est-ce que ma mère me dira

Je dois me laver et sans aide

Et l’eau coule claire avant que je commence à me laver.

Le courant me frotte et je crie

Mon péché récure ma peau vive

L’eau et les larmes impures combinent

Comme ma vision se brouille

Et l’eau métamorphose en rose tandis que je me lave.

Le courant me touche et je pleure

La honte de ma faute m'accable

L'âme est morte, mais mon corps demeure

L’amour, j’ne suis plus capable

Et l’eau métamorphose en rouge tandis que je me lave.

L’eau ne peut jamais me laver

Le blanc de ma robe entachée

Maintenant, l'eau je dois quitter

Ne plus une vierge, erronée

Et l’eau métamorphose en noir après que je me lave.

"Best Years of Our Lives": 24 August 1986

As long as I live I will never forget 24 August 1986. It was the day my life changed forever.

It was the beginning of my Freshman year at Oberlin College. I had just moved into my dorm room at Burton Hall. I was at my floor's garbage closet when I had heard some guys talking.

"What is that?" I asked.

"The art rental?" One of the guys asked.

"Yeah, what is that?" I asked.

"It is where students camp out to rent art from Allen Memorial Art Museum." He said.

"Is that a big thing?" I asked.

"Oh yeah" he said and they walked off.

Me wanting to be a writer at either The Oberlin Review or The Grape so I grabbed my camera and note pad and headed off to Allen.

There were students everywhere. I started taking pictures. When my first roll of film was done I began looking for people to interview. There was a boy and girl at the end of the line that caught my eye.

"I can't believe you would rather have a Dali in your room then a Picasso." The girl said.

"I can't believe you can not handle that are taste is finally diverting." The boy said.

"I am sorry to bother you." I said tapping them on their shoulders.

"Yes" they said.

"I was wondering if you minded if I asked you a few questions for an article I am writing." I said.

"Sure" They said.

"Great" I said. "So how did you hear about this program?"

"Both of our parents went here so they told us." The boy said.

"Yeah they are always telling us about their time here and everything they did." The girl said.

"Cool" I said. "Do you have a space picked out in your room already for the art?"

"Of course" they both said.

"How will you be passing the time tonight?" I asked.

"We are going to use this time to meet some new people and chat." The boy said.

"We are very excited to be surrounded by people with similar interests." The girl said.

"Thanks so much." I said.

"Not a problem." The boy said. "Hey my name is Christopher."

"And my name is Olivia." Olivia said.

"My name is Danny." I said getting my stuff together.

"Where are you going?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah stay and hang out with us." Christopher said.

"I was hoping to interview some more people." I said.

"There are people all around us." Christopher said.

"It isn't like we are going any where till tomorrow morning." Olivia said.

"Okay" I said.

We began talking about art and the differences between Picasso and Dali and their merit. This converstation was over heard by a guy named Dave who brought up how important current artist were like Andy Warhol. This brought Cameron to the converstation about how important female artist were. This brought Emily in who said that art wasn't just found on canvases but all around us. As the night went on Jack, Elizabeth, Zachery, and Jennifer joined in. When morning came we all went in to pick our very different art. As we walked out I asked if I could get a picture of the nine of them with their art. I took the picture.

Christopher grabbed my camera and walked over to some guy and said, "Can you take our picture?"

I stood there watching this.

"You have to be in some of the pictures." Christopher said grabbing me.

"I suppose" I said joining them.

"Say cheese" the guy said.

"No say 'Best Years of Our Lives'" Christopher said.

"Best Years of Our Lives!" we all said.

"Yeah I took it on best." The guy said handing me the camera.

"Thanks" I said.

24 August 1986 I met my nine best friends and we began living the Best Years of Our Lives.

Sacred Heart Academy: Meeting The Shadows (Present Day)

"That is how it happened?" Erin asked.

"Yeah" Anna said.

Their is a time honored tradition for eigth grade girls in Loisville, Kentucky called Shadowing. This is when they get to spend the day at one of all girl high schools to see if they would like to go there. They 'shadow' a current student there to get the feel of what its like to go to school there.

Today is a big shadow day at Sacred Heart Academy. The shadows and their host are currently in the second floor foyer sitting in the big velvet chairs. They are telling stories and asking questions.

"I do not believe you." Erin said.

"Then go around thinking what ever you want about how Sacred Heart got its name." Anna said. "Every one is going to think you are crazy though because they all know the truth."

"St. Angela Merici said Assumption was stupid?" Erin asked.

"Yeah I thought you guys were suppossed to be un-bias and supportive of the other schools?" Claire asked

"Just the name." Anna said.

"Same thing" Erin said.

"Shove it" Anna said.

"You have to be nice to me." Erin said. "I might go some where else."

"Oh please your older sister goes here and all of our cousins go here, we got you." Anna said. "These days are really for non-legacies and big fish. For instance the big fish right now is Sandy, she has sisters at both."

"I am not a legacy." Katie said.

"I think many of us are not" Liz said.

"May be we could get a hands on how many of you do not have ties to the school at all." Anna said.

"So you can focus on them?" Erin asked.

"Were you not listening?" Anna asked.

"You are not getting off on the right foot." Katie said.

"Ok Anna thank you for telling us that amusing story to help us kill time." Megan said.

"Your welcome" Anna said.

"For those of you that do not have 'ties' to the school do you have any questions?" Megan asked.

"Can you fit in if you are not a legacy?" Rachel asked.

"I got this one Anna." Megan said. "Yes of course. Here at SHA we are anti-clicky and anti-judging. We are all friends here."

"Do we have time for another story, I really liked it." Sarah asked.

"A-A-A, I got this one Megan." Anna said. "Of course."

Dorm Daze: 8/16 (Morning)

Dear JoJo,

The first floor girls of Keller Hall woke up at 6 am due to a loud thug then an argument coming from Gina and Hannah's room.

"You can not kick me out of my own bed!" yelled Hannah.

"But if we push the beds together I would get a king bed." Gina said.

"But what about me?" Hannah asked.

"We could get you a nice blow up bed." Gina said.

"No!" Hannah yelled.

"What if their was some sort of rotation?" Gina asked.

"Where would we put it?" Hannah asked.

Gina must have looked around.

"Are the desk needed?" Gina asked.

"Yes desk are needed, this is college." Hannah said.

At this point all of us non-sorority/sport girls except Hannah and Gina were now seating in the hallway outside their room. Martha had brought bags of cereal and cups of juice or water.

"Any one want to bet on how many mornings this semester we are going to wake up to this?" Haley asked.

"I will take some of that action." Megan said.

"Yeah me too" Sarah said.

"Yes, getting off on the right foot." Haley said.

"I got ten bucks this last all the way to Hallo Ween." Megan said.

"Me too" Sarah said.

"Wait a minute, are not their desks in the Libarary, do we need desks here and there?" Gina asked.

"I am not going to walk all the way to the Libarary to write things and study." Hannah said.

"What if we got some sort of hard object that we can place on our laps while we work in bed, but can easily store when we are not" Gina asked.

"You know how ridiculous you sound with that crap!" Hannah yelled.

"They have been on the desk issue for all most five minutes. Ten says this goes all the way to Thanks Giving." Haley said.

"Your on" Megan and Sarah said.

All three shoke on it.

"All I know is that those two girls are perhaps the most vile girls I have ever met." Pear said.

"Pear this is so out of Character for you." Martha said.

"So deep" Zena said and they pounded fist.

"I got those inscence from my aunt Flo as a graduation gift." Pear said.

All of us in the hall way started laughing.

"What? They meant a lot to me." Pear said.

"No you actually have an aunt Flo?" Haley asked.

"Yeah" Pear said.

We were all rolling around laughing when the floor door opened. The laughter quickly stopped when four girls walked in. All four had rainbow flip floops, victoria secret undies, oxford shirts, sunglasses, and nothing else. Oh and a couple of them also had these beer hats on. It looked like they cut a circle out of card board box or maybe a frozen pizza card board insert and glued a beer bottle on top and put some ribbion on it and started wearing it. These were the sorority girls.

"What are all these girls doing here?" One asked, looking rather embarrassed.

"Yeah its like way early." another one said.

"I can explain this." Haley said. "First thing is first, my name is Haley."

She extended her hand to shake and meet them.

"Roma" the first one said and shoke her hand.

Roma had almost a complete buzz hair cut except for her long bangs in the front. Based on her hair she is one that speaks her mind.

"Audrey" said the way early one.

Audrey has stick straight blonde hair. You could tell she was a dits. Me and Audrey were going to be good friends I hope. She was Haley's roommate in room 101.

"Rosie" the third one said reluctantly.

Rosie was the only African American on the floor. She had the most beautiful chocolate color skin I had ever seen. She lived with Roma in room 107.

"Emily" said the last, most embarrassed of all the girls.

Emily had brown hair. You could tell this was the first time she had ever had any fun. When she realized we had caught her she saw the Pope's head on everyone of our bodies and now felt extremely guilty.

We then went around and said our names.

"Hey" the four sorority girls said.

"So what are you guys doing out here?" Roma asked again.

"Oh yes" Haley said. "You see Gina and Hannah, the girls that live in this room."

"Hannah is the American and Gina is the Asian." Martha said.

"Yes, they do not get along at all. They woke us up about an hour ago when Gina pushed Hannah out of bed. They have been fighting since. Well we all ready up and we could hear them so we started to listen in." Haley said.

"And Pear has an aunt Flo." Zena said.

"That sounds like fun. If I did not have a pounding headache I would so join in." Audrey said.

"Yeah I better lay down." Roma said.

All four went off to their rooms. By this point Hannah and Gina heard the commotion going on in the hall way and opened the door.

"Hey" Megan and Sarah said.

"Okay party is over." Haley said.

"Whats going on?" Gina asked.

"We were just meeting the sorority girls." Megan said.

"We missed the first walk of shame, damn it Gina!" Hannah said.

Just then the Althetes opened the door and walked in.

"Its okay theirs more, oh a costime party." Gina said.

"Its not the same, Brandi Chastian awesome." Hannah said pointing to the one in soccer shorts and a sports bra like shirt.

"Its weird they all went as sports stars." Gina said.

"No they are the Althetes." Haley said.

Yet again we all went around saying our names.

"Chels" Brandi Chastian said.

Chels had shoulder length sandy brown/dirty blonde hair. I guess it depends on how you look at it. She is on the soccer team. She is Emily's roommate in room 105.

"Natalie" said one.

Natalie had bleach blonde hair mixed with black hair, I could not tell if it was mishap from partying, like she fell alsleep with her shoes on, or if she wanted that. She was on the swim team.

"Annie" The last one said.

Annie had short reddish-brown hair. She lived with Natalie. Annie was on the track team.

"I better stretch, cool down, and shower." Chels said and went to her room.

"Yeah we better go too. I would hate to waste that great run." Natalie said.

"Nice meeting all of you. Can't wait till we can all hang out." Annie said.

The two walked off to their room 106.

Steph was now on her cell phone talking to her parents. Obviously Gina and Hannah's fighting, the sorority coming back with beer hats on, and the althetes walking in wearing bras had been too much for poor steph.

"You guys have to come get me. Its terrible here." Steph said crying into the phone.

"Its going to be okay." Martha said putting her arm around Steph and they atarted walking to their room. Martha turned around back at us and said, "I am going to go calm her down but we all have to do something later."

"Dinner?" Haley asked.

We all shock our heads yes.

"Awesome, see you girls later." Haley said and went back to her room.

"Yeah we need to finish putting our pictures up." Megan said.

Just like that we all dispersed to our own rooms. We needed the time to settle in to our new living situations. We needed time to get ready for the big dinner. I needed to get ready for my roomie to arrive. That is what happened this morning at Keller Hall as I know it to happen.

Sincerely,

DD

Sacred Heart Academy: On Holy Ground (1876)

In 1858 a group of nuns from Germany from the Ursula sisters journeyed to Louisville, Kentucky to start a boarding for young ladies. In 1876 the nuns had purchased land and was going to build their school that was to open the following year. Before they bagan construction the nuns gathered in the middle of the grounds to bless the land. The head nun, Sister Angela Merici and an aide named Sister Margret stood in the middle of a semi- circle to perform this ritual.

"On this holy ground-" Sister Angela Merici said.

"If I may correct you sister?" Sister Margret said.

"What is it Sister Margret?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"This ground is technically not Holy yet un till you splash the Holy Water on it." Sister Margret said.

"Thank you for that correction. On-" Sister Angela Merici said.

"Your Welcome" Sister Margret said.

"On this ground which I am about to make Holy I will build a school to do your work as as the founder of my order, Saint Ursula. Please watch over the building and the girls who attend St. Ursula Academy." Sister Angela Merici said.

"That is going to be the name of your school?" Sister Margret asked.

"I thought so. Is it not a good way to pay homage to her?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"It is, but 'lets go SUA lets go' does not sound the best." Sister Margret said.

"You do not think so?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"No" Sister Margret said.

"What about Angela Merici Academy?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"AMA does have a better sound but do you want to go down in history as the nun who named a school after herself?" Sister Margret asked.

"No that would be no good at all." Sister Angela Merici said.

"What about Mercy Academy?" Sister Katrina asked.

"The sister of Mercy already use that name." Sister Margret said.

"What about Assumption?" Sister Grendel asked.

"No, that is no good." Sister Angela Merici said.

"I agree, Assumption Academy shortens to AA. No cheers with AA is going to rally a crowd." Sister Margret said.

"That could also be almost anything." Sister Katrina said.

"Yes like Apatow Apple" Sister Angela Merici said.

"Perhaps the name should reflect our core values of Reverence, Service, Community, and Leadership." Sister Rebekka said.

"So RSCL Academy?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"Maybe SUA does not sound so bad." Sister Margret said.

"Wait, the Holy Spirit has sent me the name of the school, Sacred Heart. The symbol Ursula has chosen as our symbol." Sister Angela Merici said.

"Oy" Sister Rebekka said.

"Yes the Holy Spirit is very strong here." Sister Margret said.

"I know, this is the perfect name for the school." Sister Angela Merici said.

"And SHA rolls off the tongue so nicely." Sister Margret said.

"Really?" Sister Angela Merici asked.

"Oh yes" all the nuns said.

"On this ground which I am about to make Holy with the water you made Holy, I will build a school to do your work as well as the founder of my order, Saint Ursula. Please watch over the building and the girls who attend Sacred Heart Academy." Sister Angela Merici said.

Dorm Daze: 8/15

Dear JoJo,

Yes after nearly two months of you sitting in my closet and one car ride to college I have decided to get some use of you. So at the age of eighteen as I embark on a new chapter of my Life I am starting my first diary. Dear God I hope this is a good decision does not come back to bite me in the butt. I thought today was a good day to embark on this diary adventure because today was the day I moved into my freshman dorm. I now call Keller Hall home. I am a freshman at the Universiyu of Dasani. I have no idea what I am going to major in yet. I was a little hesitant of moving so far from home but based on what I have seen today it is going to be a very exciting year.

I live in room 102. The room right next door to the Hall Director. Lucky me.

Haley was the second to arrive after me.

"Dad you need to lift with your legs." Haley said.

Haley is a freshman as well. She is an in-state student. Her hometown is only two hours away from campus. She has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She seems very out going.

"Hal I am doing the best I can. It would be a lot easier if you didn't insist on bringing such a big tv we would not be having this fight." her dad yelled.

"Dad how can I enjoy Grey's Anatomy on a twenty inch?" Haley said.

Haley lives in 101. It is the first one on the left. Haley was the lucky person to get the room directly across from the hall director.

Next to make her presence known was Gina. She was of Oriental decent, what kind I can not be sure right now because it is rude to ask when you first meet a person. I do know she is from Florida and that she has a boyfriend. She told me that five times in the three minutes we talked.

"Mom it does not look good there lets try it on the other wall." Gina said to her mom.

"You can not do that honey that is your roommates wall." her mom said.

"I have a roommate?" Gina yelled.

"Yes honey this is college everyone has a roommate." her mom said.

We were gonna have some problems with her I could tell.

Gina lived in room 110, the last room on the left. She had the privillage of living across the hall from the RA.

Then came the twins. They are not really twins but they look and act the same. From what I can tell they have been best friends since kindergarten. Right off the bat they were my favorites because they were quiet moving in because they had already planned out their room over the summer. Their names are Sarah and Megan. They moved into room 104.

Then came Hannah, Gina's roommate. Hannah had long dark hair and she wears glasses.

"What are you doing in my room?" Hannah asked.

"Your room, my room!" Gina said.

"Gina we have been over this its both of yours. You must be Hannah." Gina's mom said.

"Yeah, get out of my room." Hannah said.

"Honey we spent like five hours explaining this to you, you are sharing this room." Hannah's mom said.

"Where is the rest of it?" Hannah asked.

"This is it honey its a dorm room." Hannah's mom said.

Yes this was going to be a long year for all of us.

In the midst of all the yelling came Pear. I am 88 percent positive that is not her real name. She is beyond a hippie chick. She has wavy almost white hair. She wears only hemp clothes and only eats food that has died naturally. She meditates and listens to records and has a tank of slugs. She moved into 108.

She tried to interven between Hannah and Gina but one of them broke her inscents. Neither one will officially take credit for the incident but it had to be one of them.

Then came Steph. Steph has a brown bob. She has severe separation anxiety. She was crying and clamping on to her parents legs.

"Do not leave me here alone!" Steph yelled and cried. "I do not know anyone here and what happens if my allergies act up and what if no one here likes me and what if my classes are too hard for me."

"You will be fine honey." her dad said trying to escape from her.

"We live five minutes away, you will be fine." her mom said.

Thanks to her roommate Martha, Steph's parents were able to escape .

Martha has red hair and freckles almost every where. Martha will definitely be the mother on the floor. She brought cook books and cleaning supplies and a first aif kit. She reads 'Better Home and Gardens' and watches HGTv. When I first met her I met my mom at 18, it was pretty surreal.

Martha and Steph live in room 103.

The last girl to arrive was Zena. Yet again pretty sure not her real name. She lives with Pear in room 108. She is a gothic/vampire. She has black hair, lips, finger and toe nails. She too has taken advantage of the privilage every student has to bring a ten gallon tank into the dorm. She has some sort of black snake in there named 'pinky'. As long as she does not try to eat Pear's slugs I am sure they will be fine.

The rest of the seven girls moved in five days ago for Sorority rush or athletic training and I have not met them, based on how they have chosen to decerate their doors they should be a real hoot.

My roommate has yet to show up. Perhaps she will tomorrow. Thats everything that happened on move in day at Keller hall as I know it to have happened.

Sincerely,

DD

Dorm Daze: Moving In Day

I now crissen you --- JoJo!

Please to Meet You

Hello my name is Edward Hrabik but please call me Teddy. I write mostly short stories about a group of ten friends. The collection of stories take place currently over a fifteen year period but that has expanded three times since I started writing them so that could change. Currently the collection is called "The Best Years of Our Lives". Occassionally I do write other things that might pop up on here. If you like what you read on here and want to learn more about me as a person please look me up on Facebook.

Terra Derma

Everyone wanted his or her own piece of land
so I skinned them all
and stretched them across every inch of ground;
now, I have nowhere to stand.

Mackerel

Maybe there was something in the waves
as they cascaded over one another
in a desperate attempt to reach the shore and die.
That one moment of phanta-fragility
where we both realise we are watching ourselves,
our insignificant relationship break on the rocks,
spilling blood and tears on the tawny sand.
There might be a night coming up soon
where you bury your face in the pillow to muffle the crying,
and you’ll think I never woke up, but I always do,
listening and helpless, because if I do ask what’s wrong,
you’ll say it’s nothing and fake your snoring again.

I bought you flowers on our anniversary
but they were already dead, a sure sign, no doubt,
of the coming end; the late-night telephone messages
and the heartbreak stories to our uninterested friends.
That compatibility we both thought we had torn to shreds
like the clouds in the dispersing mackerel sky we first made love beneath.
That warm, sticky night when we held each other
and never could have dreamed of letting go.

Somewhere, you have your face buried in your pillow,
more intimate with polyester than with your boyfriend.
Meanwhile, I’m faltering on the threshold of sanity and in-

-escapable truths. It was me. I didn’t love you.
Always lost in thought, forgetting to hold your hand
when you reached for mine as I scrambled over rocks
and searched for the errant squawks of oystercatchers.
Your whispered voice cascading over the breeze
like waves dying on the sand and the shingle.

on the shoreline is a bird and it hops. it hops. it hops. it breathes down my neck and caws a call. i take his wing and he leads me over rocks and he shows me the imprint of the night of the mackerel sky and the dark spots in the sand where your tears fell. he lets me go and flies away to meet and greet another hopeless thoughtless romantic coming to inconceivable truths. i dream i melt and become a wave and i race against the other waves to reach the shore and die.

GREETINGS MY FELLOW POETIC PROGENY!

I've a poem to share
aimed at all of us here!



THE POETRY KIOSK

a service to the world
the poet does render
lovely configurations
can tantalize even in argument
where one's thorn is
beauty
to another such beauty
is but that same thorn
useless but for the festering
it inspires
of the pronounced wound
we poets love to share our
thorns as beauty
and feel stung our sensitive
selves
when readers find thorns
where we thought only beauty
was being exchanged
is a wild garden truly
where what's lovely and
what hurts get confused
and planted in others minds
as so many diverse interpretations
can be derived
and that even the poet and
or reader has to admit is the wonder
of all shared word form
aptly enough
as much as poetry (good or bad)
helps a human to feel more deeply
in touch with the deeper more
truer( though we universally label
that rather ironically even too)
the higher self
that is when the notion comes to form
that poetry in all its beauty and thorns
is many times but a poetry kiosk of sorts
for the confused though still needful seeker..............
(April 1, 2011 1206am)



This came to me while I was pondering on how many can read the same poem and take away from it so many diverse meanings. With the background of our environment, our upbringing and our general belief system and unique disposition each all our own in that particular regard it's easy to see why we vary in our views more so often than not. Though some themes are quite universal and at some level of the poem, song and or tale we can connect, still it's not always an exact science. Our diversity can be our strength and our weakness all in the same notion. I based my poem on that. We take away from a poem what we wish to take away from it more so sometimes (and for some people) than what we need to take away from it. It is to those souls that I directed this poem towards.

Writer of the Month for March!

Everyone at Platnium Writers wants to congratulate Michael J. Simpson/Sactimone on being the writer of the month!  We hope to read more of your beautiful works that earned him this title.

Happy Birth Day!

Happy Birth Day Courtney Ella Hrabik! I did the seperate words just for you.  Every one here wishes you an awesome day.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday today to our writer Matthew-Thomas. He is twenty three today. Everyone here hopes you have a great day!

"One Year" Review

Sorry it took so long but here is my review of "One Year" by: Courtney Ella Hrabik. Let me start off this review by saying Courtney Ella is coming from some where completely different then any other writer; like I have no idea from where. Then her language is so unique she has no compound words or contractions. It was very awkward to read at first but it really grew on me. I loved how organically the story was told and how inter-connected it was. I had to read it a couple of times before I caught on to everything. Like the book was written by the character of Latimer in past tense. Through out the book he is getting inspiration for this crazy year from their actual year and from suggestions from Loren. The maping that had to be done before she even began writing the book had to be so intense. Then I read that she plans on using that narrator in all of her books is even crazier. That means she must have this whole world mapped out.

Not only is the language and connections unique but so is the structure. Matthew said there was no climax but I feel that there are actually two. There are two journeys being told one between Josh and the narrator and Loren's. Josh's climax was in the prologue when he died and the resolution was when he made peace with his death. Loren's climax comes when she is running in "Feel" and her resolution comes in "We Are Okay".

Over all I liked it.

Day Two

Day Two:
Landed in Istanbul
Quick look around
Looks like my frat house
Thought I left college
Three years ago
Shower and Sleep
Shit

Day One

Day One:
Bon Jour Paris!
The food
The people
The tower

Day One:
A day of sight seeing
And of adventure
Didn't have to think
Just enjoy

Day One:
Is coming to an end
Grabbed a turkey sandwitch
For my flight to Turkey
Paris, Je T'aime

Day Zero

Day Zero:
It all begins here
Knowing I must go
It still hurts the same
Everything will change
I will be over there
Finding a new flow
My house you have claim
In a sick exchange

Day Zero:
The starting point
Great anticipation
A whole world awaits
New people to meet
Calm these nerves of mine

Day Zero:
The clam before the storm
Listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary
The spring board
Ready, Get Set
Next in line
Five, four, three, two
Rounding the corner
Coming up to the plate
It is time for me to fly

Katherine Walsh Stephens

KatherineWalsh Stephens
Is the reason I am going
To be extradionary
I am going to cure cancer
Solve the energy crisis
Put an end to debt
Bring peace to the World
Discover a new Dinosaurs
Or find the missing link
I am going to do something
Pretty extradionary
For Katherine Walsh Stephens
Because she did something
Pretty extradionary
For Me

How Lucky Am I

How lucky am I
To grow old with you
For lazy Sundays in
To have kids with you
The journeys we will take
To be married to you
And Friday nights out
To call you my best friend
For our inside jokes
How lucky am I
That some greater being
Thought us up one day
Put us in the same town
At the very same time
And how lucky am I
That my last name starts with S

Hello There

I came across this blog a couple of days ago and it had some really cool stuff on it so emailed them some of my stuff and I guess it was good enough to join because here I am. My name is Benjamin Stephens. I am a graduate of University of Michigan. I studied Architecture and some other stuff. I am currently in JFK airport waiting to move to Istanbul for at least a year. It is going to be a huge change for me. I do not know anyone there. I am a little nervous about the whole thing. I plan on writing about the journey on here.

Am I the Only One

Am I the Only One
That feels this way inside
That something just isn't right
Off by one little thing
Somewhere a wire must be crossed
Maybe an error in downloading
Not quite normal
I just can't put my finger on it
For some reason it seems
Like I am the only one
And I just don't know why

Xenodochium

ACT I: Savage
scene I: Ferrousity

I am a savage,
that is who I am;
just another bored little human
waiting to enliven himself.
I may kill something one minute,
love someone the next,
and never the twain shall meet.

This nailless coffin is enough
to keep me secure and safe
as a whole new world rushes by
and dances with dichotomies
of the needless and the hopeless.

This brave face I explore with
is enough to see me through
many dark nights thinking and preying.
What little mindless acts of arson
and sabotage I can muster
in the spontaneous seconds
each side of awakening
will keep me occupied forever.

For whom’s eyes the colour of iron
could I possibly deny myself for?
What ferocious language barrier
can linguistically flummox me?
I am a savage,
that is who I am.

scene II: Cheap and Nasty Behind the Bottle Bank

This expressionist turmoil
by the dog piss-pocked grass
behind the clink-clink bins
eludes by precocious mind.
Somewhere, maybe next to me,
is my shadow, my malformed doppelgänger,
the faceless visage where I can be myself.
It haunts me,
it hunts me,
licking the sweat from my brow
as it puffs up its haunches
and swallows me
in one, monstrous gulp.

Its footsteps are louder than mine
when I run, always to whence I came from,
the perfect circle from nature in absentia.
To whom do I address my letter of death?

Myself.

scene III: U.F.O. Spotted Above the Nursery

This is an exhalation on a cold night,
the frosted-glass breath floating over
the next-generation abattoir.

ACT II: Proper Gander
scene I: A Little Less Conservation, a Little More Attraction, Please

Why do old walls creak at night?
Is the Horizontal Man afoot?
He is that creature in my dreams
who wakes me each time He appears.
He hands me the diploma in Fear
then produces maggots from His eye sockets.

So, naturally, I throw Him away
and replace Him with myself,
only now I dream that I am Him,
walking up someone else’s wall,
frightening them closer to Death,
but always just out of Her reach.
She’s always been attracted to me,
or Me I should say. Yes, Me,
it has a sonorous doom-laden ring to it.

scene II: Aqua Vitae

The glass of water controls the shaking,
but my narrator is still stirring shit.
It’s bubbling, threatening to spill
and burn my thighs in penitence.
It’s taking my life from me,
but the irony is lost.

scene III: Prelude for a Farewell

I am about
to say adieu.

ACT III: Farewell
scene I: Degeneration

I am of a former generation
and as such I know more than you.
I was here when the universe began
and I will be around when it dies.
What facilitates me I do not know.
Perhaps, when I walk through the door
above which glows the red light of shame,
and I take off her bra
as she rests her groin upon my expanding lap,
I might consider some final words
as I expire and make way
for the next degenerate
who fancies himself as a Zeusalike.
But I don’t do words,
it’s not in my nature.

scene II: Adieu, Fool

This is my price,
the nightmares, the fiction,
the over-sentimental hypocrisy.
Mine and mine alone.
What solace lies here
is purely accidental
and should not be taken literally.

Adieu,
fool.

So Much More

I'm living in a closet
But it is so much more than that
My closet is full with clothes and shoes
Inside that closet is a cedar closet
With a box inside a trunk
On the trunk is village pieces
Behind the trunk is winter coats
I'm not just living in a closet
I'm living in the box
That is inside the trunk
With the village pieces on top
In the cedar closet
Which is inside the closet full of clothes
I told you it was so much more

Frances Dell is on the Blog!

Hello blog-o-sphere! My name is Frances Dell. I am an aspiring writer/poet/photography. I am so thrilled to be bloging and posting my works here.

A little background stuff. My birthday is May 1, 1988. I just moved to New York so you will probably hear about that adventure. You can follow me at twitter @francesdell61. Contrary to popular belief 61 is my favorite number, I was not mistaken what my birthday is. I write mostly poems. They are reflections of the day I was having that day or what I was going through at that moment. People who read my stuff always has some speculation about the context. From the get go you all should know I am a lesbian. No speculation. Okay.

I am super excited to be writing here and super excited for all of you to read it.

The Platinum Chord

i. …and I’m Feline Good

Beneath twilight’s dusty speckled sky
sits a lonely figure cut against a streetlight’s goading shine.
A version of Nosferatu more laughable than fearful
passing time with Jack Frost and his infinitesimal army,
blowing smoke rings from his near-to-the-filter cigarette.
He flicks it away into bushes, which ignite
and burn this whole sorry world to ash.

A black cat meanders, pauses, meanders some more,
then rushes into a field for a mouse.
A brief company, he thinks, momentarily blinded by hope,
a flash in the pan extinguished as hastily as bad memories
flitting around his head like a masquerading ballerina
trying to ensnare him in her overpowering elegance and beauty.

He is a passé style of man, once lauded, now forgotten
in the trends of a brand new generation of idiots and losers
all harbouring ambitions lesser than a mosquito’s ability to recite Nietzsche.
But, as with all things, he has a saving grace;
the platinum chord on his gold guitar,
the wingèd nymph in his glaucoma-riddled mind’s eye,
the fruit of the Tree never touched by Man.
He has a saving grace,
the man he is not which will surely be.

ii. …Because it Fell From the Sky

We are nocturnal or else we would not find wonder in the stars
or gaze at a full moon and imagine how it would feel to look back,
to see the tiny blue marble whistling across the dark sky.
We are diurnal or else we would not appreciate colour
or walk beneath the bellowing sun hand-in-hand with Love,
and feel that everything fits perfectly in our own little worlds.
We are cathemeral or else we would be born blind and die sad.

This is the thought train that arrived in his terminal
and he began thinking where it could have possibly come from.
It fell from the sky,
God’s honest truth and His worst curse,
because it fell from the sky.

iii. …Well, He’s Only Human After All

He stands up, walks a few yards, then sits back down on a stone wall,
overgrown with moss and colonised with families of fungi.
Gypsies have carved rudimentary signs into the stonework,
crumbling and eroding until eventually nothing will exist
and no one who passes by in the future will ever know
that this figure of black glass ever sat there and wondered of existence.

He is human, and as such, he is prone to dilemmas everyone faces,
such is the gift of sentience, that great quarrelsome ability.
He knows he will die, so he imagines it, as you do too.
Of course, he only ever thinks of the pain he will suffer,
because with sentience comes selfishness, a farcical attribute we all need.
He is afraid of change, and death is the greatest change of all.
Well, he’s only human after all.

He lights another cigarette, and another five minutes passes by silently,
harbouring death’s stench and bloodlust, although he feels the slightest of breezes
gently kiss the side of his neck and the chill runs down his spine.
A shiver, slight, elegant, cruises through his body and he stands up,
terrified of nature, of the cold and the dark and the sky.
He runs and runs until he can run no longer.
He has no idea where he is.

He is lost, and a parable arises but other thoughts vanquish it.
It has been proven that humans, with no object of reference,
will walk in complete circles when hopelessly lost.
Sometimes the diameters of those circles are just a couple dozen metres.
In the field he is standing in, he has walked less than fifty paces,
having unknowingly completed a full circle and more.
He’ll find his way eventually, but how he gets there is unimportant.

iv. …But If He Doesn’t Wake Up, What Then?

Four in the morning is the time he eventually fell asleep,
after wandering in the dark, alone, afraid, for three hours,
listing all the things he wants to do in his life,
not knowing he will accomplish only one of those,
that when death eventually comes, it be painless.
He might die tonight, who knows. I am no seer.
But if he doesn’t wake up, what then?

Then I will find someone else to follow,
someone who is so despairingly depressed
that the pull of his or her anorexic ego will draw me in,
like a planet orbiting too closely around its parent star.
Then I will be able to create another story like this,
one with new ideas on life and death,
with different views of the sky at night and the clouds in day.
If he doesn’t wake up, I will be lost, if just for a little while.

v. …and Don’t Look Behind You

…for you will not see me melt into the air.

Writer of the Month for February!

What an amazing month this has been for Platnium Writers.  The writer of the month is Devout Depressionist /Steve Bowden.  Congrats to Steve and his beautiful poems that earned him this title.

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING *

in such a
lovely, lovely dream
I stood
there in your room
watching you
as you slept
such sweet tranquil repose
that it was
until you so lovingly called
out my name
and I nearly wept
rushing to you
I soothed and
consoled
as best as I could
languishing together
there as we lay
in images of
tenderness untold
you clung to me
half bereft
so very certain you were
that I was but a dream
and as much as it hurt
to admit
I could not lie to you
such beseeching disbelief
held your eyes as mine
they scanned
as if to say please, please
my love just tell me
that you are real
and this will not end
for all its beauty warmth
and intent
I held you kissing your
confused yet hopeful brow
and apologised profusely
in such sweet sorrowful lament
I am but a dream
yes
for now I crooned
but I won't always be
and I promise you
with everything that
makes me, me
that I will return fully
real in the flesh
and live out my
allotted years
solely with the
so weep not my
tortured disbeliever
allow me to go now
as much as I hate to
while you are
deep in the safety
of your sleep
and wholly unaware
and this lovely dream
we two can cherish
so closely in our hearts
and reminisce of
when we are at the height of
our lives' eternal love affair......................
(Feb. 28, 2011 356pm)

One, Two, Three

One little gene
POP, POP, POP
Comfort I will never know
Two little bees
BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ
Soon I will only have
The music in my head
Three little words
I LOVE YOU
Pierces through my body
Each and every day

What Happened?

What Happened?
What happened she had the nerve to ask
I will tell you what happened
It was hard and I didn't care
Perhaps you shouldn't either
What happened?
What happened she had the nerve to ask
I will tell you what happened
You need to wake up and see the world
Perhaps you are just that arrogant
What happened?
What happened she had the nerve to ask
You need a new audience or get a new writer
Perhaps one day you will wonder
What happened to you

Kelly

Somewhere there is a girl named Kelly
She is sitting by the phone
Last night she wrote her number
On a dollar bill and gave it to a guy
Today he came into pizza hut
And put that dollar in my tip jar
Not sure whether it was
An accident or on purpose
Pretty sure Kelly is not
Getting that call
Poor, poor Kelly

The Seed

The day you left I was given a seed
The seed was ordinary as any other
It was black with white vertical lines
It was a black walnut seed
It sat on my desk for weeks
I didn't know what to do without you
You were my north star, my compass
One day while cleaning my room
I came across it again
So I put it in the ground like I did you
It is growing into quite the tree
It looks over us just like you
So its like you never left at all

Remembering

I drove past it again today
The constant reminder you are no longer here
Two pieces of wood haunts me
Nothing will ever be the same
No matter what I do I can't avoid it
Its always their mocking me and that night
Of the decisions we made
How stupid we were to think we were invincible
What I would do to take it all back
Or at least switch places with you
Never again will I make the same mistake twice
I drive past it again and again
The constant reminder of the friends I no longer have
Three crosses on Cherokke Road

Lori Petty to play Ms. Hall

Lori Petty has been on the down low for the last couple of years.  This would be the perfect vehicle for her to come back and shine.

Erin Daniels to play Latimer's Mom

The site has gotten alot of hits since my compagin to get Stacey Farber to play Susan began yesterday and got some positive feed back I have decided to expand to all of my picks for the movie.

I love Erin Daniels and would love to see her in this movie.  Like with Stacey to join the petition just put 'agree' or 'yes' in the comment section under that actor's post.

Stacey Farber to play Susan

As you can tell from the blog one of our amazing writers has written a book called 'One Year'.  Though nothing is official yet me and my friends who have read it all agree a movie will be next.  In Courtney Ella's 'joke' cast she has Beatrice of York playing Susan but after seeing Matthew-Thomas's tweet this weekend and watching a couple episodes of Degrassi and 18 to Life she has made a mistake and it should be played by Stacey Farber.  So today I am starting a compagin to get her cast in the movie as Susan.  To participate tweet @staceyfarber18 or under the comment books type 'agreed'.  I think we have a good chance in getting her to do this.

My First day @ blogger School ( um so to type!)

I am not entirely certain who gave me a heads up about this blogger idea but I enjoy a broad variety of on line interactions so I thought why not and here I am. For the most part, my blogging will be a fluid sharing of my poetry and that will take some time. I had a previous web page that shut down called Writer House and it seems some of the members there are trying to get it back up again and running but I won't hold my internet breath any longer waiting for THAT to happen. Still, I look forward to starting this blog . I had entertained the idea for quite some time but had never been invited to blog before and I suppose that is all it really took was an invite so here I am.
By the way, whoever invited me (if you are human that is and not some random generation of wide spread invitations to any email ) please email me revealing your semi genius thought behind such intent. Would be nice to learn you were just some appreciative fan of mine on post poems but I refuse to hold my breath over that idea too. Anyway welcome one , welcome all to 'My First Day @ Blogger School' (um so to type!) sincerely, a truly most appreciative p_h....................

Each and Every

With each and every turn of your monocoque,
your gauge of emotions, the hardware of the hard-wired,
some pitiful pestilence of pastimes and propaganda plays
delivered out of key and out of tune.
With each and every fall of your quivered words
like cherry-blossom petals falling between bullets,
like dead pheasants plummeting amidst the butterflies,
broken bumblebee wings ostracized for being impossible.
With each and every arch of your back as you paralyse yourself
and demand attention for being so damn beautiful,
a Nefertiti-esque paralogism in the determination of war.

Why must you dirty your face with cholera-water
when you stand on the shores of the Sea of Galilee?
Each and every quirk unnoticed logistically unsound,
and yet the more I hate you, the more I want you.
The more I want you, the less I need you.
The less I need you, the more I demand you.
With each and every thought, you move further away.

With each and every dream
you become less real.

Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day to all the writers out there. Post your love poems today.  You can email me at platniumwriters@yahoo.com to join the blog.

Power Of The Blade

Power of the Blade


It can cast a shadow
It can cast a shine
There’s no more powerful object
Than that sharp blade of mine

I slid it out of my drawer
You could hear the scrape of metal
The sensation won’t hurt
Feels like the brush of a nettle

Depending when you do it of course
If it’s while you’re prepping food
It hurts like hell, but when it’s to release
It sets the perfect mood

Tonight it’s for release
I hold it limp in my hand
I think and I think
The rest... Is unplanned

I swiped a slash
At my bare-skinned wrist
With fury and aggression
Re-living our first kiss

At the time it was heaven
The memories taste sour
I loved you so much
Until our final hour

I hate that you’re still with me
Right here in my head
So many moons have been and gone
Sometimes I wish I was dead

I have another hack
And observe what I see
Deep red sadness flows
I ease onto my knee

I feel light headed
After five or six shreds
I fall into a trance
Swaying by my bed

Pulsating veins submissive
To the greater powers above
Who’d have thought this depression
Would develop from true love

I sit here cold and still
In a red bloody mess
I took as much as I could
Would I do it all again?... Yes

7/12/2010

Flirt

Flirt

The rain poured hard
Hard as rock
I looked at the ground
I was still in shock

I opened my hand
The shovel fell out
She never struggled
Not even a shout

You did the right thing
She deserved what she got
Just the once she said
…. I think not

She fell so quietly
Quiet as a mouse
I had to get her out
Away from the house.

I drove and drove
To where we used to lie round
I would never have thought
She’d lay underground

I dragged her to the hole
Her lips.. so soft
I kissed them once more
Then backed away and coughed

I sobbed and cried
As I patted the last spot of dirt
This serves you right
You cheating flirt

Burning Desire

Burning Desire

I crept up to her house quite late at night
I peered through the window to a wonderful sight
I saw her undressing, getting ready for bed
I could even see the pillow crease as she rested her head.

When I knew she was sound in her sleep
I broke in through the window, my breathing was deep
I tip toed to her room, not intending any good
My desire for her, no-one understood

I’d tried to win it, I tried to win her heart
When she mocked me, it tore me apart
How fucking dare she humiliate me
I got down onto my knee.

I peeled back her bed cover
Down past her feet
She was sleeping so innocently,
I was in for a treat.

I reached up her night dress, her skin was smooth and soft
I felt her tenderness; it was just how I imagined
She began to move, I thought she was waking
I started to panic, my hands, they were shaking.

She awoke and let out a cry.
I didn’t want to beat her badly, I thought she might die
I grasped my hand over her mouth
And gagged her and grabbed down south.

She sobbed and moaned
But it made me feel alive
I took a deep breath
And counted to five.

She was lying there, helpless
I let my hand stray down below
There was an awkward silence
As moved my finger to and fro.

I pushed my fingers inside and out
It was warm and it was moist
My heart at this stage was racing
I was fully aware of what I was facing.

I knew I couldn’t let her live after this night
I unzipped my trousers and gripped her throat tight
I inserted myself in her, and began thrusting away
As if it were another day.

Her moan weakened, she was short of breath
She knew that she wasn’t far from death
She shouldn’t have rejected me
That’s clear for her to see.

Once I had finished I did not feel tired.
I pulled out a gun and just fuckin’ fired.

She lay there motionless
As I began to flee
I felt no shame
Maybe even some glee.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was caught
I was willing to pay
I didn’t see any other option to sleep with her
That was the only way.

I was caught running a block or two from her house.
I didn’t know where to run.
I knew I had to do something
‘Ah yes’ I still had my gun.

I whipped it out and opened fire
My punishment would be more than dyer.
I killed maybe two or three
Then got pinned up by a tree.

The officer was obviously new
He didn’t know how to tread.
He called me a sick pervert
Then shot me in the head…

June 09’