Saturday, December 22, 2012

Reminiscence

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When I knew you,
I knew you well.
I could trace your face
with my eyes closed;
I could sculpt your features
from memory.

I could hear your heart
beating and breaking
from miles away;
and I could still be there,
somehow,
to monitor the rhythm.

You may not know this,
but it's what I miss most:
speaking with you.
Not in any particular way,
not obligatory or precise,
not skillfully crafted or designed,

but honest. Like friends
passing the popcorn during a movie,
whispering about what happens next,
or what should happen next,
or how everything is terrible,
or how he should go back to her

and say thank-you or sorry,
or I was never more me
than when I had you.
But things never work out
the way that one expects,
and words like that get stuck to the tongue.

I never intended to understand
everything; I only wish
to understand you
a little bit more.
And, in turn, be who I once was
when you understood me.

--Emily

Thursday, December 20, 2012

A few lists of things in no particular order and for no particular reason.

Things I like about the Christmas season:
--snowflakes
--stockings hanging over our fireplace
--fire in the fireplace
--knee-high socks
--hot chocolate
--the story of the birth of Jesus
--cookies everywhere I go
--snuggles
--fudge
--movie premieres
--seeing all my friends and family again
--watching Little Women with my family on Christmas Eve
--hiding presents from my family
--Santa hats
--relient K's Christmas album
--candles
--ripping open presents on Christmas morning
--ham
--humming Christmas carols 

Things I like in general:
--puppies
--hot baths
--books
--iced tea

Things on my mind right now:
--Deacon's choir concert in half an hour
--washing my laundry
--turtles
--my subconscious
--The Perks of Being a Wallflower
--having to work during the Alpacalypse
--what kind of noise alpacas make
--journals
--Isaac Newton
--the TV show Merlin

Things I Ate Today:
--an orange
--chicken tenders
--sweet tea
--brownies
--milk
--ham

=) Have a happy weekend!
--Emily

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Christmas Spirit

I see your footprints in the snow
everywhere--
everywhere I go.

This year, I replaced the star
at the top of the tree
with an angel.

I thought maybe she had seen you
fly through the atmosphere that night.
Perhaps she had been your guide.

I took a walk this afternoon
and hummed your favorite carol
while the woods echoed it back;

I thought it might have been your whisper
hidden somewhere in the wind
that skated across the untouched snow.

Not so very long ago
it would have been your fingers
laced between mine

and your melody
mixing with frost,
echoed by me,

and your footsteps
crunching beside me,
perfect and parallel with mine.

--Emily

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Synopsis: Fears and Flare

Our final project for my Creative Writing class was to put together a synopsis for a novel. I chose to do one over the novel I was working on for NaNoWriMo, and figured I would post it so you all could have a more clear understanding about what exactly my story was/is about.

My working title for it has always been "The Dead Dream," but for this assignment I changed the title to "Fears and Flare," which may very well be changed again in the future. I also gave the people the name of "Firelights," which I had not previously included in the novel but I will probably go back and work in. This synopsis had a certain length it had to be, meaning I had to leave out a lot of information that I wanted desperately to put in. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope it helps you understand all my excerpts a little bit more.


Fears and Flare
Supernatural/Horror/Young Adult
90,000 words
By Emily Gallaher

Pitch line: After becoming trapped in an underground chamber with nine others who are dead-but-not-dead, a teenage girl must examine their memories to learn why they are being confined to such a torturous afterlife and how she can help them escape, all the while discovering secrets regarding her own past.

            Riley had encountered death twice before: her father was murdered and her mother committed suicide, both before Riley’s ninth birthday. Because of this, she is sent to live with her uncle Jonathan, who lives alone in his lonely, run-down mansion. After facing a rather atrocious incident of bullying during her first years in high school, it is decided that Riley will be home-schooled. She does, however, have one friend: Cameron Castle, who still visits her quite often, though Riley does not return the romantic feelings that he often tries to bestow upon her.
            After finding a mysterious diary in her uncle’s library, Riley and Cameron set out to find the whereabouts of its owner, whom Riley thinks might be found near a creek at the local park. While searching at the creek, Riley sees a strange round building with people standing frozen all around it, but each looking a different direction. After entering the building, Cameron becomes entranced by moving skeletons that align the walls. Riley, backing away from the skeletons, trips backwards and falls through what had appeared to be a wall and lands on the opposite side of a thick, metal door in a room shaped like a triangle. The eyes of nine people and two dogs stare back at her, all of whom possess the pale, skeletal appearance of corpses.
            A meeting is held and Riley learns that everyone there has died and that they are referred to as “Firelights,” though they are reluctant to answer many of Riley’s other questions. They ask Riley how long she plans to stay, and Riley, after spotting a particularly handsome boy on the other side of the table, finds herself saying that she has no intention to leave. Everyone introduces themselves and afterwards Riley is shown how they have the ability to manipulate memories in order to make food appear on the table before them, which is possible through the mysterious glass orb that sits in the corner of every room. After the meal, Riley is led down the long hallway to Sierrah’s room, in which she will be staying.
            That night, Riley awakens to distant screams that sound like Cameron. Arising, she finds that Sierrah is missing from her bed, and Riley creeps down the hallway towards the Triangle Room, where she observes all nine Firelights scattered around, closing their hands around their ears in fright as horrible cries echo from behind the metal door, but before she could learn the identity of the voices, Anthony, one of the teenagers, spots Riley peeking around the corner. Riley, not wanting to be seen as an eavesdropper, hurriedly sprints back to her room.
            The next morning, Sierrah takes Riley to breakfast, where Riley learns that the Firelights no longer have the desire to eat, as they cannot taste food. She also learns from Anthony, who Riley comes to strongly dislike, that the screams she heard the night before had not belonged to Cameron.
After this conversation, Shanely, the youngest of the Firelights at the age of six, teaches Riley about sharing memories, during which Riley is shown how the young girl died after a life of horrendous child abuse. After seeing Shanely’s whole story, Riley finds that the voices the Firelights are forced to hear every night are people from their past, subjecting them to a form of mental torture. She decides that it is her responsibility to help them escape from this. Riley’s first step is to learn the stories from all nine through memory-sharing, convinced that it will help her uncover why the Firelights are unable to have peace in their death.
            As she goes through each memory of the lives and deaths of the Firelights, Riley learns that each had a choice upon coming to the underground chamber—to stay or to leave—and each chose to stay, though Riley believes that they did not know the consequences of this decision. During this process, Riley finds that the food she eats is becoming tasteless and is told by Sierrah that the longer she stays there, the more she will become like them. Riley knows she must hurry to find a solution to their confinement, because after she becomes a Firelight, she will no longer have the opportunity to leave.
            Nearing the end of the memory-sharing sequence, Riley discovers that her own mother had come to the same chamber after her suicide, but chose instead to go to “the dark place,” where fear and the unknown dwell. This is where Riley will be forced to go if she chooses to go back, but does so with the wrong intentions. Finally, Riley comes to the last of the nine, but learns from him that it is impossible to free the Firelights; their sentence is permanent and everlasting. Instead, the purpose of their dwelling is to save Riley from death and offer her a second chance to live the life she was created for.
            Riley must make a decision: stay in the torture chamber with the Firelights, whom she has come to love dearly, or go back to the life she knew before, but with a new sense of purpose. 

--Emily

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

That Saturday when we all took a trip to the zoo.

I love the zoo. So much. Really, I just love animals. And I love pictures of animals. And I love taking pictures of animals. So the zoo is pretty much a fantastic place for me to go.

In fact, I spent the majority of my childhood wanting to work there. Somehow, my mother convinced me to be a writer instead. And so here I am, halfway through my junior year of college, steadily sinking further in debt as I pursue my degree as an English major. I'm sure there's a silver lining to this all, but it's still a bit in the distance.

I'll tell you when it comes, though. You will be the first to know.

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The Amur Leopard, the most endangered cat in the world.
There are only about 20 left in the wild.

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In other news, the semester is almost over with only a week left, which I'm pretty excited for. It kind of flew by, really, but I'm still ready for some time at home. I like it here, but I love it there.

Also, I began reading Pride and Prejudice this past weekend, and am currently 36% through it (on my Kindle = no page numbers). I really like it, though I'm thinking I will have it finished by Christmas break, which is a bit troublesome as I had planned to read it over the break.

Speaking of reading, I updated my Books list, which you can get to by a link through the "My Bucket List" tab.

Have a great week!
--Emily

Monday, December 3, 2012

Onward

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We sat all aside. We pretended to care.
That is, we cared enough to pretend we care.
We put seconds to rest and stepped out of time,
and maybe shuffled forward a moment or two,
but in the same stature. One might not have noticed
a change at all, as it was universal.
Whispers were frequent, weeping more so;
laughter came like the burst of balloons
after filling them past their maximum.
We saw through the fallen, stepped over corpses
and trudged forward through the battlefield,
motivated by something called "future" or "friend."
Whether or not it came is pending, but
the sunset along the horizon ahead
was painted with colors we had long forgotten.

--Emily