[edit] Writing
I am working on the beginnings of a fantasy story, which I hope will one day be published. Here is an excerpt; it is the first paragraph of the story. Enjoy!
Peter felt his way in the dark cave, pressing his hands against the chilly rock wall. It was nearly silent. Peter could still hear the merciless taunts of the other orphan boys inside his head. He pushed their words out of his ears, concentrating on every step, every movement of his fingers, clutching at the rock. Peter felt utterly alone, a terrifying thing to feel in the darkness. It’s actually good, for a change, to be alone. He smirked slyly at the thought. But if you had been watching him from the outside, you would have seen fear in his clear blue eyes. He took another cautious step forward, and slipped, causing him to and clamp his teeth on his tongue. He tasted blood. Peter stood there, hanging from a wobbling ledge, forcing his tired hands to hang on. He groped in the darkness for another foothold, but there were none. He shut his eyes and concentrated. He could get out of this. He focused on his breathing. Breathe, he thought. In, out. In, out. Someone will find me, I am sure. In, out. This calmed him a little, and his mind settled, at ease. He stood in that spot what felt like hours. He could hear nothing. Peter winced, his muscles becoming so tight and aching that one of his hands slipped. Peter’s mind bolted into shock. No! he shouted in his mind. Don’t you dare let go! he said to his body. But it was only a matter of minutes before his other hand would give up and he would lose his hold completely. Peter looked down, but he could see nothing below him. And it came. His hand gave one last painful effort, and Peter looked at it, almost pleading to hold on longer. But it slipped, and he fell headlong into the black abyss.
[edit] College
I'm working on getting a scholarship by playing travel softball (the same thing as club), hopefully to a good Catholic college, where I plan on majoring in English. I'd like a job in journalism.
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