Katie Ella Field Professor Johnston Assignment 3 September 19th, 2010 Short Poem To me, you’ll always be My fondest memory

All my stumbles, all my falls Everything, yet nothing at all But they always said It’d be worth it in the end And maybe this is it May be my fairy tale come true But surely it’s way too early To know for sure For now, I’m content To even be a thought A distant reminder And a companion sought Six Word Short Story The roses wilt as bruises return. Six Word Memoir Incredibly, language and cultural barriers shattered. Flash Fiction Click-clack, click-clack. Andréa's high heels made an echoing noise on the pavement as she walked toward a building that seemed to be alive, music throbbing through its walls and people spilling out onto the steps leading into the exclusive night club. Seeing that there was a winding line of people waiting to get a glimpse inside of downtown Minneapolis’ newest 18+ night club, Andréa let out a huge sigh. After rolling her eyes, she continued to walk toward the end of the line but before she could reach the line, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a man of about her height smiling at her, his golden-brown eyes warm and inviting.

“Is there something wrong?” the mysteriously sexy man asked tentatively. “You know, I hate to see a girl as pretty as you frowning.” A blush crept onto Andréa's cheeks before she answered quietly. “I’m just annoyed that the line for this stupid club is so long. It’s going to take forever to get in and I’ve heard it’s the hottest thing to hit town since, like, forever.” “Well, I think it may just be your lucky night,” his eyes twinkled as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m actually the owner of the club, and I can tell you that getting someone as gorgeous as you in as soon as possible could only be even better for business. Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and led her toward the back entrance of the club. Andréa, who’d always been one for noticing small details, looked down at their hands intertwined and immediately saw how beautiful their skin tones were together. With his dark brown skin and her porcelain white skin, they made quite the contrasting pair. Andréa couldn’t help but think that this unknown man was truly the most handsome guy she’d ever come in contact with. After her initial reaction to his physical appearance wore off, she couldn’t help but feel a powerful chemistry between them that seemed to be drawing them closer together as they navigated the back of the club. “I don’t mean to sound weird,” he began, bringing Andréa back to reality. “But I can’t help but feel there’s something between us. Something special.” “I feel it, too,” Andréa said in awe. Immediately, a plan formed in her mind. As they entered the room where hordes of teens were grinding to the beat, Andréa pulled her hand out of his grasp. She glanced back and noticed a look of surprise etched onto his flawless complexion. “If what we feel is true,” she yelled back. “We’ll meet again. And that’s how we’ll know.” Andréa danced her way through the crowd and out the door, a wide smile forming on her face. A bubble of happiness burst in her chest because deep down, she knew that even though she had no idea who this man was, they’d meet again someday. Flash Non-Fiction The day I found God is a day that I look back at fondly, and very often. I’d never been one to not believe in God, but I’d also never been very religious. Throughout high school, I was just an average kid trying to find her way in the world. This all changed when I began attending North Dakota State University. Here, I found that it was okay to really be yourself. No one was here to judge you and you could choose what you wanted to be without fear of being mocked or criticized. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and almost immediately, I began finding things that I was truly interested in.

I remember the very day that my life was changed forever. On September 9th, 2010, I attended my first meeting of Chi Alpha, which is a campus Christian fellowship. The night began with singing various songs led by a live band on stage in Century Theater. I sang along the best I could, but the magnitude of what was happening in my life didn’t truly hit me until the pastor spoke later on in the night. After preaching about a young girl who’d come to Chi Alpha when she had nothing else and who had found God to be her love and savior, the pastor asked all of us to bow our heads and close our eyes. “If there is anyone here tonight that doesn’t have a personal relationship with Jesus, but would like to have one,” he began. “Or perhaps you’ve had one in the past that has grown cold and stagnant, please just raise your hand.” Slowly, my hand rose into the air as tears rolled quietly down my cheeks. The pastor then prayed for all of those who had raised their hands and a feeling of hope burst inside my chest. I can’t explain what happened to me in that moment, but I do know one thing: that night, I found out who I’m supposed to be. Every time I enter that theater on Thursday nights, that feeling of hope re-enters my chest and I know that I am Home.

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