A Blackened Heart
A final project for a class in my first semester of college. We had been studying story telling for ten weeks, and how one physically constructs a narrative. The twelve steps of the heroes journey, experimenting with mediums, basic things. Our job then was to create our own story, proving that we understand the principles of making a story now. This is what I wrote. I enjoy it, it got a good grade, and I'm particularly proud of it's length. I had never attempted to make anything at this kind of scale before. I had never attempted to make something just for me before, either. I always thought that either a parent or a sibling would read the piece, so I couldn't include things like profanity. This was the first time I really let go, made something I would like, and made it big enough to realize what I thought was it's full potential.