Thursday, December 4, 2014

A Father Struggles to stay on good terms with his neighbors after his son becomes a zombie. . . .


 . . . . despite he is a zombie now, the dad keeps his son in his house. He does not want any harm to come to his son and he does not want his son to harm anyone else, which is why he does not let him outside. He tries not to talk about him much because the neighbors get suspicious. . . .What if the son got out? What if the son turned the father into a zombie too? . . . Even though he still loved his son, he had to keep his distance from him. He would make sure he stayed in his room and checked on him now and then to make sure he had not escaped somehow. If he did escape, who knows what would become of him. Although the father was torn he could not keep a close relationship with is son any longer, and was abridged to keeping him locked up like an animal in a cage, he tried his best to take good care of his son. For food, he cuts up large chunks of meat, which he prepares himself after buying an entire cow. His son tends to eat a lot; he has nothing better to do. Some of the neighbors will peek cautiously through the window and see him cutting up all the meat. They then, of course, spread rumors that the father cuts up human bodies to feed his son; after all, zombies do eat people, right? Except what they do not know is, his son is very fond of beef, and although the sight of him butchering a cow is quite gruesome, the father then cuts those large meaty chunks into delicate pieces, cutting off the bone and fat while adding a light seasoning to the beef; just the way his son always loved it. He would place it proficiently upon a designer plate, along with some garnish, and serve it like a chef.  The father likes to think his son still appreciates the gesture, to show he still loves him. At night, the father gives his son a fluffy pillow and blanket, though he is not sure if he uses it or not because they often are nearly destroyed by morning. Before he goes to bed, the father pleads and pleads to have his beloved son back, to find some way to break the horrid curse.

                                                                                                                                                ~ Alyssa Schnell

Thursday, November 6, 2014

I am taken to a mysterious forest with my friend, we don't know what this place is or how we got here. . .


We were left in the woods; alone and lost. These woods and something peculiar about them, they seemed unnatural, as if they were trees but they did not belong in a forest. My friend went up to one and touched its trunk. They were completely entangled in moss, making the trees feel almost sponge like. The air was thick around me; it felt very humid. Where are we? Look! Something zipped between the trees, fast and small. The light shined off its body. What was that? We raced after it, though it was somewhat hard to because it was so swift; it seemed to be flying just above the brush. We then decided to crouch and wait for it to reveal itself, since catching it would be impossible. What we saw, we just could not believe our eyes. A little fish poked its head out from underneath a bush, then darted to the closest tree. It was a live fish, swimming freely through the air as gracefully as it could in water. Somehow, the sight made me suddenly feel as though maybe we were underwater. I held my breath but when I let it out again, the air did not feel any different. I revered at how the little fish was able to float through the air effortlessly yet it was not flapping its fins like a bird. Just then, the little fish became frightened; I suppose I could say it swam away; and was accompanied by hundreds of other small shimmering fish. Gazing at the sudden flock of iridescent fish, I did not think to notice what had startled them. My friend clutched my arm with such urgency, dragging me off to the side, I was almost afraid to know what petrified the fish. I took in a deep breath of air and vigilantly peeked around the soft tree. Hovering above our heads was a great white shark in pursuit of the frantic diminutive fish.



                                                                                                                         - Alyssa Schnell

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Things That Comfort Me. . .



The things that comfort me the most are my best friends; by far, they are the most important things to me. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have best friends like Elsa, Virginia, Mya, Luis, and Charlie. They always make me smile and laugh, and they brighten my day when I am feeling sad. They remind me that I am loved. I know they will always be there for me when I need them most, just as I would be there for them. Sometimes all I need is a good cuddle, and they are always there to be my cuddle buddy. Yay Friends! :D

Another thing that comforts me is music. I listen to a lot of music and I try to listen to something that matches my mood, but sometimes my mood is what changes to match the music. The majority of what I listen to comes from Silverstein, Placebo, The Smiths, Sleeping With Sirens, and Pierce The Veil. I always listen to music when I am sad, and the music comforts me but some of them are still sad. ; 'Call It Karma (acoustic)' and 'November', by Silverstein, 'Running Up That Hill' and 'Sleeping With Ghosts', by Placebo, 'Asleep' and 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore', by The Smiths, 'If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn' and 'All My Heart', by Sleeping With Sirens, 'Caraphernelia' and 'One Hundred Sleepless Nights', by Pierce The Veil.

Other things that comfort me would be sleeping, daydreaming, cuddling with my cat (or anyone else who will cuddle with me), drawing, reading, and watching YouTube videos. My favorite youtubers to watch is MattG124 and UnderDetention. Their videos are sometimes stupid but they will always make me laugh anyways.



                                                                                                                             - Alyssa Schnell

Friday, October 24, 2014




Alyssa

A flower blooms through insanity and chaos

Replacing it with intelligence and order

The petals pigments bleed together, color after color

The lush smooth petals project a song

Like a peaceful symphony whispering in your ear

A melody for only you to hear

Each beloved friend that holds the bud in their hands

Sees the reflection of themselves

The good and the bad are clearly visible in it

No matter; the colors shine brighter and pleasure their eyes

It holds on affectionately as they hold it closer

But the truth does not sever them

The beating of their hearts pulses through the flower

The warmth of their hands makes it grow strong

And though it is intertwined with all of them,

It grows alone

Calmly reaching out, seeking its own path, leaving them behind

But they are the foundation, making all wonders for it possible

The flower thrives through any weather

It blooms its biggest blossom, the petals dancing around it

Rejoicing in harmony as it begins to rain gently

The water soaks the petals; making them soft, releasing

A sweet scent that kisses the raindrops and

Seen through the crystal drops are the small reflections

Of the beloved friends who loved the flower since it was a bud.
~Love me more than anyone else
and I will love you no matter what
                     
                                                 - Alyssa Schnell




Thursday, October 9, 2014

Alone on an alien planet I once called home. . .

              
                Everyone else is an alien. How did I ever miss that? I cannot see anyone through the same eyes anymore. Is my family even my family at all? My parents? It is as if they are strangers to me now. They take me to school in the morning, and I try to act normal. I do not want them to be suspicious of me knowing what they are. School is even worse. All the weird things they do, that normally did not mean a thing to me, has made my mind scramble for answers. If they are all aliens, what do they know that I do not? I am afraid to touch them, to talk to them, I cannot even look them in the eye – can they read my mind? Can they tell I am different? I suppose I would be the alien to them. I need to get out of here. My brain cannot wrap itself around this twisted thought of being among all aliens. Surely, what I have found must not be true, right? I should not get myself worked up. They will know for sure if I was the one acting weird. Maybe they do not know. After all this time, they have not treated me any differently. If I keep doing what I have been doing, there should not be a problem now. But what would they do if they did find out???   
                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                                            ~ Alyssa Schnell

Thursday, October 2, 2014

What Goes Through A Pinata's Head . . . .


                  I sat on the table, hidden behind big boxes of various colors and designs. They each had been viciously torn open. Many of the creatures here eat the shiny wrapped things inside of me. The thought of getting their hands on one makes them come running and screaming. They grab me and hang me on a tree branch by the back of my neck. They begin to crowd below and poke at me, eagerly wanting the candy. They grab a baseball bat. oh crap. Each of them beat me with the stick, spinning me around and shaking my insides. The more they try the harder they hit me. Eventually they had broken off my leg, a few pieces of candy fell and they all swarmed to it as if they were starving animals. However, the candy only encouraged them more. They began to beat me vehemently and more of my candy spilled onto the grass. Then one of them knocked my head off. They all screamed and snatched the candy, pushing each other over in the process. One of them jumped up, ripped my body off the string, shook out what was left inside of it, and then threw it aside. If I had tear glands, I would cry at the sight of these savages.

                                                                                                                                      - Alyssa Schnell


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Real Friends Should Take Care of Each Other By. . .

   . . . . . always being there for one another. Real friends will last forever, and that is something to treasure. True friends can be hard to come by but once you find one, never let them go. They are someone who truely cares about you, someone who would do anything for you. They will stay with you no matter what and not let petty disagreements come between your friendship. Real friends will listen to each other, truely listen. What goes on in your life matters to them. They are there to comfort and reassure you if you have a problem; a shoulder to cry on. They will share same interests with you but also respect your differences.  A real friend is someone you can be yourself around. You can always have a fun time with them wihout even trying to. It should not matter if you hang around other friends, they cannot control you. A real friend would not mind at all ,but if you hang around bad influences and people who will just use you, a true friend will stop you from being in the wrong crowd; another act that shows they really care.
    
        - I feel so lucky to have the friends I have. Every one of them are worth having and I love them very much. I couldn't ask for better friends. <3 -

 
"If there's ever a time when you feel like no one cares,
Just remember I'm the one person who will always care.
Nothing is ever going to stop us from being friends,
Because I'm not going to let that happen."
 
 
Here is a great poem about true friendship, it touched my heart . . .
 
                                                          
                                                                                    - Alyssa Schnell


Thursday, September 18, 2014

She was sure this is where she left him...


          The trees were dense and continued for miles in thick forest. They came up until they hit the clearing of someone’s backyard and went far back, far enough that if someone were to commit a murderous act; no one would hear a scream. That is what made these woods perfect. A young girl who lived in one of the houses that backed up to the darkened woods had invited some friends over, her soul purpose was to scare them, and that is exactly what she did. There were many legends of beasts that lurked in the woods, people who have gone missing; they created the upmost setting for any horror story. There were many stories that floated between the locals; not that any of them were true of course. She took them outside and they surrounded a fire. She told them the story of the Black Hollow.

         It is a large white creature, vaguely human, with hollowed out eyes. It is unrealistically thin, its body no thicker than a spine. Its arms and legs are the same way. It moves almost dog like and crouches at the top of trees. It makes no noise as it moves across branches, following you. Its presence is felt not seen. The only time it jumps down from the trees is once it has you cornered. Her friends seemed unmoved by the story, so she decided to take it elsewhere. She grabbed a single hand held lantern and led them into the forest. She would continue her story beneath the treetops. She led them down a well-worn path that cut through the trees, but the farther they got the less defined the trail was. It was hard enough to see by the light of the flame.

          She began to continue her story of times the Black Hollow had taken its victims, but is cut short. She had lost the trail. Feeling they were lost at night, her friends began to worry. She was undeterred by this though; she knew which direction to go to reach her backyard again but stalled a little longer to amuse her friends. As she started the story again, she got an awkward feeling but continued anyways. As the story went on it is interrupted by a high screech, and one of her friends had disappeared. Panicked now, the remaining friends circle her. She runs back towards her backyard as more screams follow behind her. Looking behind her shoulder, she sees there is only one friend left. Terrified they race through the trees but he trips on something and falls. She turns around but he is not there. She runs back the way she came. She looks down but sees no tracks, no marks at all behind her. She was sure this is where she left him. She looks around and calls but none of her friends’ answers her. Her gaze reaches the treetops. There is a white sticklike figure with gorged out eye sockets, yet it watches her. It is the Black Hollow. 

 

                                                                                                                 - Alyssa Schnell     

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Bucket List

If I made a bucket list some of the things I would put on it might be...
          
       ...to successfully finish writing a book, possibly one good enough that I could get it published. I would want it to be a book that just about anyone could enjoy. - I wonder how it would turn out if my book was good enough to be made into a movie - It would feel great to be a big selling author. Now all I need is an idea to start writing...

       ...to travel to another country, one that's in a different continent. I could travel to Germany - the majority of my family is German - I think it would be interesting to see how different it is over there. Traveling to any other country would still be a great experience. I could go to Italy, France, Japan, Britain... (The only problem I would come across may be finding something there I would want to eat. Well, if it doesn't have any meat in it, it can't be all that bad, could it?)...

       ...to do something terrifying like, sky diving or rock climbing, maybe jump off a cliff, but live. I would have to live to officially mark it off my bucket list. Just anything I know I would be too scared to do, but still know that I won't die...or probably won't anyways. Accidents happen, I guess. Or maybe I should just dis it all and ride in a hot air balloon or something a little more calm like that you know, not jumping out of an air plane...

       ...um...I would say kiss someone hot but I already have, so...

       ...to see a real wolf, one that is not in a zoo. A wolf in the wild, as long as it doesn't eat me. I could probably go to Canada to see them because they have the largest wolf population in the world. I'd love to see a wolf like that, I'd love to be a wolf myself. I know I wouldn't be able to but I would really want to pet them and hug them, yeah...


                                                                                                              - Alyssa Schnell

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Journal #2 If you could save any five pairs of animals from a flood what would they be and why?

If I could bring any five types of animals, one of them would be...

        ...Wolves. I love wolves and I think they are beautiful creatures. If I could be any other animal besides human I would want to be a wolf so, of course I would keep them safe during this flood. They are amazing and I would feel bad for haveing to keep them cooped up on the boat. I will be happy when I extricate them back into the wild after the flood.

         Another animal I would bring would be cats. Just your normal everyday household pet cats. I would want to save them because, I have a pet cat and I love him very much. To me, he is a part of my family. He is very expressive and I know he feels emotion. He actually is very lovable, I know not all cats are, and he loves to spend time with me. He likes to be included. If I ever lost him, it would be as if losing a family member...it just would not be the same without him. Of course, I would bring cats as companions.

       Another animal I would bring would be horses. This one’s reasoning is simply because I like My Little Pony. I love to draw them too so, if I had horses around me, I could draw them better, seeing how they move and act. I'm just not that comfortable around them. They are too big and they get spooked so easily, they can be unpredictable. I've never worked with horses before so I would just hope things wouldn't get chaotic between us.
 
      Another animal I would save would be deer, probably white tailed deer. I like how they will silently watch from the trees, how the babies have white spots on them, and they have such big fluffy white tails. And just saying, they would provide food for the wolves I would keep. (I still would need an ecosystem going.)

     The last animal I would bring would be rabbits. I love rabbits because they remind me of Bugs Bunny. Also, in the Chinese New Year I am the year of the rabbit, which I totally agree with. They are small, fast, and clever to outsmart their enemies. But I guess with that they are also shy and skittish, which I am. Like with the deer, they would also be prey for the wolves and cats.

     Though of course because I would be starting off with only two of each animal I decide to bring, I would have to wait for the deer and rabbits to produce offspring before they can be fed to the wolves and cats, if not we would be losing those animals very quickly. I would want my little ecosystem to thrive. Even though they would have to eat each other, it would be simple and peaceful enough.


                                                                                                                   - Alyssa Schnell