Late New Year’s Resolutions

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Twenty-sixteen has been a year of intense emotional turmoil, starting from even just the first week of January. Several unexpected changes in friends’ families, drama in my community, the most deaths and permanent accidents on college campus in recent history, a cruelly busy semester of my own design, the build-up to elections that left me in such a panic that I could barely keep from crying as I walked to classes because just thinking about the potential future of our country made me physically sick….

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Five Steps to Character Interviews and How to Use Them to Write

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I’ve been working on a single story for over six years now, ever since junior high when the idea for a YA science fiction popped into my head late one night after most of my family was in bed. Eager to tell the tale, I began writing. The first things that appeared in my head were automatically “canon” to the novel for no other reason other than I needed content and a story; I wrote what I’ve since called a “word vomit.”

Seven months later, when I finished the draft, I was so proud of it. But as I took time off, learned how to write better, read more of the YA genre, I realized I was woefully unprepared for the publishing house at the eager age of fourteen. One of the things my mom told me when she read over it was that my characters needed work, and that, when I wrote the second draft, I would better learn who they were and be able to write them consistently.

Six years later, I’m still working on the same series, but this time my characters are completely different people from when I started out. I started considering them to be friends — friends I didn’t try to bend to my will, but friends that had their own personalities, beliefs, likes and dislikes. Suddenly my two main female characters weren’t carbon copies of my “good side” and “bad side,” but their own persons.

One of the ways I solved problems for underdeveloped characters is through character interviews. These are different from character journals, which I’ve been told also work, but never did well for me. Maybe because I was still pulling the strings of my character’s marionette instead of jumping into the story myself as my own character.

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The Harvey Underground Church (Personal Narrative)

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This was a personal narrative for my college creative writing course. I wanted to describe the several nights my cousins, brothers, and I played an intense game of “Underground Church” in my grandma’s yard in Harvey, North Dakota.


Lights in the dark void hovered five feet off the ground, rotating in long, haphazard arcs like small, drunken lighthouses that sliced the night as a sharp blade. One of the lights haunted an old shed, the holder of the flashlight tromping around and pivoting his weight, as if he had nothing better to do than to stand alone in the sea of darkness.

Our soft thuds of sneakered feet were too quiet to alert our hunters. We weaved in and out of trees, our powers of invisibility only compromised when we broke into an occasional pool of house lights. Dark paths, hidden holes, and dangerous strung clotheslines were determined to slow us down, yet we pushed on in a subdued rush.

As my cousins and I tore blindly through the darkness, we knew we were in huge
trouble—bigger than we ever had been before. What awaited if the searchlights caught us in its glaring eye was only up to the imagination: imprisonment, insults, possibly torture.

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Freshmen face their first Fine Arts with mixed emotions (News Story)

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This was a journalism project for my college’s Introduction to Journalism class. I had to write a story on the school’s Fine Arts production, a formal event that takes place twice a semester where the college invites performers to play incredible music and students put on astounding dramas and operas.


Pensacola Christian College freshmen faced their first Fine Arts last week, receiving many mixed opinions and emotions from upper classmen before the night of the performance.

“I knew it was going to be better than a normal symphony, and I really like symphonies, but that was about it,” said Christy Piper, freshman.

Like Piper, most freshmen at PCC had little knowledge about the campus formal event known as Fine Arts. Freshmen could glean facts from the chapel announcements, such as Fine Arts was a musical performance, that it featured the Harmonious Strings of San Paulo, and that the conductor was known for “getting the audience involved,” as attested by Rachel Moses during one chapel announcement.

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Keep Calm and Dinner On (Fiction)

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I wrote this piece for my college creative writing course. I took inspiration from an old book character of mine named Bryan Sign and tweaked him for this particular story. I wanted to write a story that reflected my impossible trials of cooking in the kitchen. A fun fact that might be of interest: a good portion of the cooking failures in this story were inspired by my real-life events.

UPDATE 4/13/18: This piece was selected and printed in Pensacola Christian College’s literary publication, Fountains, which can be read about here. Yvonne Zorn did the artwork for the book, which I’ve added below.

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The drone of the hairdryer whined through the open bedroom door. Bryan groaned once and tossed in his bed, his shoulder crushing a crummy bag of chips as his elbow knocked an empty Mt. Dew bottle to the floor. The hairdryer continued from outside his room, heralding seven o’ clock, Tuesday morning, as his mother busily tried to tame her stubborn hair before jumping into a suit, grabbing her briefcase, and—usually sighing—rushing out the door.

Without leaving his bed, Bryan reached out with his toes until he could feel his open door, kicked out irritably, and listened as it swung shut. The metal “DO NOT ENTER” sign from the comic store slapped once against the outside of his door, a signal to his mother that her diligence was interrupting his laze.

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