English Compositions

I don't consider myself a writer, but from time to time, pouring words onto a sheet of paper (or the computer screen) relieves a certain internal pressure or stress, and I can't help typing away at my computer. Most of these random sessions of inspiration that I care to share should be over at Random Musings, but here I've compiled a couple that actually underwent several drafts -- my college essays, for example. It does feel rather silly to be putting my college essays onto the web, but I think the two compositions do contribute to an important slice of my mind.

Also included is a short story I've written based on a fantasy environment called Planescape. Those of you very familiar with AD&D (Advanced Dungeons and Dragons) will know that this is one of the 'expansions' from Wizards of the Coast, dealing with numerous planes floating above the Prime, or the earth as we almost know it, minus the goblins and elves and enchanted broad swords of course. The main character in the story, Rabbilyn, is the character I roleplay with. He dies in this story, but I guess you can pretend that's another branch of time-space continuim.

The other pieces range from poetry to serious and half-as-serious 'theories' I've come up with. I'd like to say more about them, but I feel the easiest way for you to understand would be to actually read them. They're not that long, so relax. You might catch a glimpse of the little wisdom I've managed to collect in my almost-two-decades of life too.

Story:

The Boy with Unmatching Wings

". . . Temporarily outrunning the suffocating, intimidating curiosity of Sigil, Rabbilyn finds refuge in an alley and tries to even his breath. He had been too scared to cry. And now, without the attention of a crowd on his shoulders, Rabbilyn's tears trickle in abundance and wet his blue tunic. . ."

Some of the story is rated R in gore and violence. My apologies to those who find that unappealing, but I felt it was a powerful way to express the seriousness of things. I hope not everything I write becomes an extravaganza in rated-R-ness though, and I end up using this medium just for the sake of using it instead of actually choosing it to express a certain message. This piece is supposed to be a series relating to an artifact named The Dagger of Undoing. Those killed by the dagger will be erased from the world's memory. The rest of the series has yet to be written.

College Essays:

Touch Any Audience

". . . There are many virtuoso musicians who I feel perform at an intimidating distance too great for listeners to relate to. . ."

I think this essay was responding to a question regarding what I want to do in the future or something.

Turning Point

". . . Yes, this was before a very special experience in eighth grade - one that altered my perception of music and clarinet playing as a whole. . . "

This essay responds to a question regarding what I thought the most important event in my life was -- one that shaped me to become what I am. There are various portions of this essay that are extremely dramatic interpretations of the actual happening. Hey, don't stare at me like I'm a corrupt, dishonest hypocrite. I was trying to get into college, darnit!

Poetry:

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I must clarify some things. In my occasional efforts to create art from the English language, I take a tiny tiny piece of the continuim that is my life and explode it to the size of Australia. You'll probably become a little skeptical of my emotional and mental well-being after reading some of this, but let me assure you that they are only a little piece of me placed under a microscope.

Romance is always something that baffles and frustrates teenagers. Unfortunately, even the great Rabby *Evil laughter* is of no exception. I will constrain myself not to make philosophical ponderings of this very sensitive subject, and leave everything dangerously to the reader's own imagination. *Grin* Isn't that what great authors are supposed to do?

An Autumn Sidewalk

My unusual interpretation of a pleasant scene. *Smirk*

Deja Vu of Le Petit Prince

Is this a sad poem? Look closer, my friends, and discover that there are emotions richer than sadness, uncategorized in the English language. And read The Little Prince if you haven't. Those words are each a pearl of truth and innocent beauty.

"Theories":

How to Encourage Love within Humankind

" . . . The human race, therefore, needs a strong, aggressive alien invasion. . . "

As you might have guessed, this piece isn't really serious. . .

An Essence of Life -- Moments

" . . . doesn't that make the end of my life an eternity of being bathed in warmth and comfort? I will find life worth living then. . . "

This is originally an e-mail that I sent out to many people. I made some tiny editing and have it here because I think this is one of the cornerstones of the philosophy of my life.

Why History Courses Should Be Abolished

". . . . Eventually, human development will cease and civilization will perish. . . "

Nope, this one isn't serious either. But it IS true that I'm not so fond of history classes.

Demise of Utopia

". . . and evolve from primitive monkeys fighting for yellow pieces of bananas to cultivated human beings fighting for green pieces of crispy paper. . . "

I'm a communist! Down with capitalism!! Well, to be honest, I'm no political analyst nor insightful, well-knowledged sage, and much of what I say about communism and capitalism may not be correct at all. This essay was written many years ago. . . I did some crude revision and am putting it here. Take my words with a grain of salt.