Katie Ella Field Professor Johnston Assignment 3 September 19th, 2010

Short Poem Thoughts are racing Hands keep shaking Golden-brown, your eyes, inviting My shy smile evident, and it’s widening Forget me? Forget me not. A look of pure passion upon your face Your lies made my love an absolute waste My innocence was too easy to manipulate For blind optimism can only speculate But countless, your lies forever changed my view Now, glass half-empty, I can’t trust in you Your dirty tendencies are your worst habit Causing our love to act as fire, by passion, lit Always looking for the next heart to steal As for true love, you still struggle to feel Your promise, heavy and poised on her left hand In the form of a single diamond wedding band

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 and 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 it, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a man of about her height smiling at her, his goldenbrown 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. As she took in every single detail of his appearance, Andréa couldn’t help but think that this unknown man was truly the most handsome guy she’d ever seen. 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 on 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 this awful, beautiful world. This all changed when I began attending North Dakota State University. Once I arrived on campus, I found that it was easy to really be myself. Judgement from my fellow classmates seemed non-existent and I was free to explore different options on campus without feeling criticized. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and almost immediately, I began finding things in which I was truly interested. 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 the singing of various worship 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 in the night. After preaching about a young girl who’d come to Chi Alpha when she had nothing else, the pastor told us she had found God to be her one love and savior by the end of her first meeting. As the story began to sink in, 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 raise your hand.” Slowly, my hand rose into the air as tears silently made their way down my cheeks. I felt what can only be described as a sense of everlasting hope, faith and love swell inside my chest as the pastor prayed for those whose hands rose into the air along with my own. I can’t explain what happened to me in that moment, but I do know one thing: that night, I found myself and who I am truly meant to be. Now, every time I enter Century Theater on Thursday nights, that feeling of hope fills my heart and I know that I am Home.

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