galan

Creative Writing

Portfolio

2006-2007

Forest Park







Crystal J. Galan

10th

Mrs. Dowling

Introduction





Thanks to all viewers friends, foes, and all others.

Through this you will see many sides of me and

somewhat a psychological account of me. If not all

the works I created I am proud of if to choose one it

would have to be First Fright Night; The first short

story I have finished totally, unlike my novels.









Table of Contents

Table of Contents



• Portfolio 1 • Portfolio 2 • Portfolio 3

– Letters on T’s

– A New Journey for – Journal Entry 1

– Scary Dream Excalibur Continued 2, 3, – Journal Entry 2

– New Powers 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, – Journal Entry 3

– Best in Me and 12

– Journal Entry 4

– Death – Compassion

– First Fright Night – Journal Entry 5

– Three Wishes

– First Fright Night – Writing Assignment

– Zoom to the Future

Continued – Poetry

– Are You Superstitious?

– First Fright Night – Additional Work

Continued 2 – Opposites

– Reflections

– First Fright Night – Synonyms

continued 3 – Reflections 2

– Female Girl to

Female Woman

– The Ends of School

Day

– The Imaginary Me

– Reflections

Letters on T’s





I don‟t know why t-shirts are built with letters, well…

actually it‟s usually to display that that person is funny

or smart alike. But where I come in is not the torso but

the legs, people signed my old jeans because the faded

look with signatures on it is tight. For a example one

year I was not able to pay for a yearbook so everyone

that was my friend signed my pants (not while I was

wearing them!) and they were called nice from a lot of

people and now that I can not wear them any more they

provide quite a few memories.

Scary Dream



My dream started with my mother and me in the family van (going where I

did not know) Mom was talking in a language I did not know. I was

enjoying myself as I always do on summer time car trips when I feel

something on my bare foot (I am wearing appropriate under garments and

shorts with my favorite white t-shirt that in cursive pink letters the word

“H-o-t-t-i-e”). It is an at least twelve inch spider crawling up my leg! I

reach for the knob to roll down the window, moving slowly so that the

spider would not notice my movement. My mom was saying don‟t move or

it‟ll bite with poison. I finally got the window down and slowly sat upright,

the spider was facing the radio back toward me. I grabbed it, as I did it spit

out poison at the radio (and only the radio thank goodness) before it could

spit again I threw it out the window. My mom started yelling at me in the

new language and I slouched thinking I was safe.

New Powers





As a wise super-hero once said: “With great power comes great

responsibly.” ~Spider-Man, Spider-Man the movie. To pick a true

power for me I would pick abilities of the real cat-woman not what

Warner Brothers or Marvel tried to create with unnatural cat stories, but

the true version is what I practically live by. As the woman who is a cat

is server to the cat goddess as in ancient Egypt. They could see in the

dark for any thing to be there with enhanced hearing and smell

receptors. They had sharp claws to protect themselves and catch their

prey or climb anywhere they needed to be and were prey to even a

glimpse of fine jewelry or a child in danger. And in conclusion I would

want any of the powers of the REAL CAT-WOMAN.

Best in Me





I don‟t know about best quality in me. I can listen to a person‟s

problems and look at the glass half full but physically I‟ am

incapable to do other things that others can, mentally I‟ am

scatter-brained and my soul well… I like to do the right things

but sometimes my ego gets in the way. I also have an over used

imagination; sure my thoughts might be scattered but most

imaginative.

Death





When I hear this word sadness churns my stomach and now I hear that

a boy named Jacob died and the emptiness of his whereabouts will haunt some

more than others. As for me I can be strong now but for I was not so when one of

the close family was called into the great beyond. For when I was just the age of

six and the age of six is enough to Remember what happened with accuracy and

understand what the police were saying about my grandfather evidently his heart

failed and the car hit a pole and another car, thank goodness no one else was

hurt. But my grandfather also had been sick with high blood pressure and

diabetes. Plus a friend of the family down the street was dieing at the time and

all this shows that death is only sorrow to those left behind, and that we should

no wallow in sadness but all the same I keep a few hundred tears for each person

near me that pass away in the back of my eyes.

First Fright Night

The day was sunny, but Catharine shivered pulling the collar of her denim jacket up. She was a

scrawny girl with long jet-black hair and almost obsidian eyes, she had a skin color of tan that most girls would

die for, and nails that were very short because of her nervousness at school, and was wearing blue jeans, white

and black Nike shoes, with a v-neck white t- shirt and a denim blue jacket. “Well, doesn‟t that look cozy, Cat.”

Heather Itomata (Catharine‟s mother) declared. The pair was looking at an old veteran mansion; it was suppose to

have six bedrooms with balconies, eleven bathrooms, two kitchens, a dining room, a huge foyer a huge flower

garden, and a cemetery. “Heather, don‟t even joke like that.” Catharine went to get the suitcases while a tall,

muscular, dark haired male came up the way from the gates. “Hi, I‟m John from down the street, do you need

some help?” John asked “My name is Catharine, it is nice to meet you John and yes if you‟d like to help you

can.” Catharine replied. As they were walking around to find Catharine‟s mother John inquired to Catharine

“where did you come from?”

“San Antonio, Texas.”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen and a half, you?”

“Seventeen, this your first move?”

“Yeah, did you move here?”

“No, lived here my life up to now.”

“There you are Cat, I‟ve found your room!” Heather shouted. “Oh yeah, that

really tells me where to put YOUR stuff!” Catharine shouted back. Getting to the spot where Heather was

standing she commented on how Catharine was able to have found a handsome young man to help her.

First Fright Night

continued

After getting all the bags in John told Catharine he would see her at school.

The next day Catharine got up dressed in black jeans, the same shoes, a black v-neck t-shirt, and black

leather jacket. She bumped down the steps, grabbed a piece of toast that just popped out of the toaster, chugged a glass of

milk, kissed her mother on the

cheek, and busted out the front door. At school Catharine had a hard time adjusting. “Alright, settle down and shut up,”

The teacher yelled. “My name is Mr. Jericho and I will be your eleventh grade English teacher, first business is we have

a new student, on the second day of school too, please stand up here and tell us about yourself Itomata, Catharine.” The

teacher ordered “Itomata.” A girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes jeered. Catharine ignored her and Mr. Jericho

pointed at the blonde girl in warning. “Uh…Hi, my name is, as you know Catharine, Cat for short.” Catharine started

nervously. “Meow.” The girl made a jeering cat call everyone was laughing so Catharine could barely be heard “And I

live at the mansion on the hill.” At these words the whole class gasped “You live there?! What are you, some type of a

vampire?!” The girl exclaimed. “Victoria!” Mr. Jericho hollered “Is there anyone who wants to ask a decent question?”

Mr. Jericho requested There were three hands in the air, one of them John‟s. “Yes, Joshua.” Mr. Jericho called. “Is it

scary in there?” Asked Joshua. “Well, no it‟s only scary if you let the horror part of your imagination get away with you.”

Catharine replied. “John?” Mr. Jericho called. “Yeah, uh would it be okay if I came over later?” John looked as if he was

blushing and Catharine could feel her cheeks going red. “Yeah, I guess so.” Catharine responded. “John ask those type of

questions on your own time!” Mr. Jericho shouted. “Victoria.” Mr. Jericho‟s voice sounded suspicious. “It‟s more of a

statement than a question, but this weekend is my birthday party and your all invited to my yacht for the party.” As the

teens shouted in celebration the bell rang. For Catharine the rest of the day was normal.

First Fright Night

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Five- thirty-two was on the clock when the phone rang, filling the mansion with its eerie tones. Heather

answered it, as Catharine wandered to the extension and listened to her biological mother and father. “Thomas,

you know you‟re not allowed to come near me or her.” The emphasis was on her. Catharine was used to hear

her father want to be a part of the family again, but he already failed that several times that she nor Heather

could stand, to the point they both were kicking him out of the house. “This is not fair and you know it,

Heather.” Thomas whined. After getting off the phone and doing homework Catharine saw Heather by the

phone two hours later, still telling her father to stop hounding them down or else she would press charges.

At eight- thirty that night there was still no sign of John. “He doesn‟t like me Catharine told her

self as she pulled on her long night gown, three hours later she was lying awake staring at the balcony when

she heard a female‟s screams, they were short, loud, and close. A few minutes later there was someone out on

the balcony, rapping at the glass door Catharine lay still, hoping the person would go away; instead it pulled

out a little square that in the shadows looked like a credit card, whatever it was it worked in fooling the lock.

The person was over her now, she could tell even though her eyes were closed in hopes the intruder would go

away, but instead he shook her shoulder whispering. “Catharine? Catharine!? Catharine are you alright?”

“Who on earth are you?” she responded to the shadow, turning on the light on her night table Catharine saw

her intruder was John. “Oh, thank goodness your alright, don‟t you ever scare me like that again.” He gasped.

“Like what?” Catharine inquired. “Like screaming in the middle of the night, I have strong emotions for you

so when I thought it was you I came running.” John retorted. “John, that wasn‟t me.” Catharine calmly

explained. “Then who was it?” John implored “Oh no, Heather!” Catharine shouted. They both ran the dark

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corridor until they reached the Fifteenth door on the left. Catharine opened it and there was her mother was sleeping

soundly. “If it wasn‟t her she would not have heard it to wake up.” Catharine retorted. “How not?” John asked.

“Because you could drop an atom bomb on her and she would wake up in heaven and say „where am I‟.” Catharine

explained. “Then if it wasn‟t you or your mother, I live with my dad and brother so someone else is here.” John

deducted. They walked out to the back porch and were yelling into the dark, eerie, forbidden looking cemetery. “Is

there anyone out there, do you need any help?” After shouting „hello‟ for the thousandth time in the cemetery path

they decided to give up.When they got to the door there was an adult headless man in the doorway. “Stay away!” John

yelled but the huge figure stepped toward him and Catharine, its boots clopped on the wooden porch. “I‟ m warning

you.” John didn‟t sound too convinced of his bravery, but Catharine did not care she just wanted to grab John‟s arm

and run, the only problem with that was her legs felt replaced with lead poles and she could not take her eyes off of

the figure wobbling toward her and John “You asked for it!” In a renouncing bellow John rushed the man, Catharine

giving an exasperated shout “No!” Throttling punches into the headless man‟s abdomen John and Catharine heard;

“No! Okay! Stop before you punch my bosom in!” “Bosom?” Catharine and John mouthed to each other giving

bewildered looks, the figure reached up and pulled down the shirt and a head popped out. “Victoria?!” The couple

shouted in maddened and surprised voices. “Yes, it was me, it was me screaming to wake Catharine up but not you

John, it was me who dressed up to scare Catharine into moving away!” Victoria explained furiously. “But why?”

calmly, Catharine was trying to understand. “Because in school everyone was paying attention to you, they‟re not

suppose to pay attention to a geek like you they‟re suppose to pay attention to sustained popular girls like me!”

Victoria shouted running for the gates. “Y‟ a know that‟s what is different between her and I.” Catharine murmured.

“What‟s that?” John asked. “She would get all worked up about something like that because she‟s a sustained popular

girl, I on the other hand am a mature teenage female and know that I‟ll be popular today and yesterdays news

tomorrow.” Catharine explained. “Don‟t you mean today? And you‟ll never be yesterday‟s news to me, you‟re too

exciting.” John kidded taking her hands in his. “Yeah, let‟s just hope tonight is as exciting as it gets.”

Catharine kidded back. “Don‟t you mean last night?” John teased. “Whatever.” Catharine groaned and

they let their lips flow together

Female Girl to Female Woman

I come all together,

in my stormy world.

Femininity and the joy of being a child

and yet the clock ticks on

as cannon thumps

on life‟s castle walls

and withier old gray

or blinding white

the young soul inside

snarls and rattles

its cage to run

from days that are to be

old and wise.

The Ends of School Day

My head is sore

Filled with bore

And yet the sweet sorrow

of doing this in another tomorrow

but for now I‟d like to rest

and stop being such a pest

to everyone around me.

How could it be

that my mind is blank

and there is no limit to its rank

I could think



through it but maybe it‟s thick as ink.

The Imaginary Me





I believe… I‟ am in a swirling world where everything fiction comes true. My books that I‟ve

read, movies that I‟ve seen come to me here in real life. Please do not think I am crazy I‟ve seen many

doctors and all of them say there is nothing wrong with me except for near sight and obesity. I think it all

started when I was five and I had no friends in or outside of school and then when I thought I was all alone,

there he was Raphael, one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles off of the hit series. He was almost just like

me but the fact that his anger pushed people away from him and not “other reasons.” And with this in my

head I thought that I could change his attitude toward his three brothers, (Michelangelo, Don, and Leonardo)

his sensei, (Master Splinter) and his human friends (Casey Jones and April O‟Neil). In this sense I found

Raph and many other fiction friends that now and then haunt me, but when I feel cut from the “real world”

social ties I am glad that they are there.

Reflections





This was a lot of fun all the way through, the bumps along the

way were also part of the fun, and the biggest bump was to get over my

supposedly sane pride and write, fix, type, copy, and paste The Imaginary

Me. Sure I feel that some people might take it the wrong way but I am

mostly just like everyone else. “No one can be a person and a heartless at the

same time.”~ Sora, Kingdom hearts 2.

As I said in the beginning I am most proud of First Fright Night

for it being the first of my imaginary creations to be finished for others eyes.

The one I wish not to choose is The Phantom it is not finished or

polished, but I hope to be able to show you by portfolio three.

A New Journey for Excalibur

At the beginning where most stories start, King Arthur‟s reign was at its

peak. Peace was over the kingdom, all the knights were expected at the

round table each day, and the bravest knight had something to especially

look forward to in the not so distant future. He was a man of thirty and with

dark skin and dark brown eyes and brown hair; going by the name of

Travois he was an imposing figure in battles but was always gentle for his

wife, Shiva a seller of flowers that come from a garden that would only

appear for her blood family, she was a beautiful woman, only twenty-five

with royal blue hair and skin pure white with sea green eyes. (She was from

the elemental realm of ice but she had no impulse to be an enemy of the

mortal realm). She also had been with Travois since he was a knight in pre-

training and was having their first-born child. “Travois, congratulations on

getting your first.” Bartholomew made sure that everyone knew that

Travois was becoming a father; of course Bartholomew already had one of

his own. A boy named Eliot after his great-grandfather, he has his mother‟s

sky blue eyes and his father‟s blonde hair, but they both gave him his pale

skin. Only six months old. “Yes, to remind all; good luck with yours.”

Travois laughed full and heartfelt.

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After the conversation about keeping peace, a man that King Arthur obviously

knew stepped in the room; he was definitely younger than Arthur but

looked more serious and shadowed than the king. The king expressed the

orders “Dismissed until sunrise.” Travois had taken great speed to reach

his stone home, where his wife was laying inside. That night, at midnight,

the child was born. Through her childhood she was raised to be brave,

loyal, strong, truthful, and intelligent. Along with these acquired

characteristics she was curious, naive, agile, gentle and beautiful. She

looked as dark as her father in the skin and hair but her eyes were the same

sea green as her mother. The girl, named Corisis was hard to handle as a

child, and full of ideas and excitement.

At the age of five she had gone missing along with Eliot. It was only Travois,

Shiva and Bartholomew looking for the children since they felt King Arthur

and the Knights of the Round Table should not be bothered with a minor

runaway. Corisis and Eliot were found on a hill lying on their backs gazing

at the lights of the sky. “Corisis! What in king Arthur’s name are you

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doing?” bellowed Travois. “Father, I was only showing Eliot the animals in

the skylights.” Corisis reacted with calmness as her mother held her in a

close embrace. “And you?” roared Bartholomew. “It is as the lady says

sir.” The nervousness was embodied in Eliot’s voice. “Take it easy on him

Bartholomew; he was only expanding his mind.” Travois reasoned. “Yes,

but it was with your mischievous little female.” Bartholomew grunted

putting Eliot on his shoulder. “Oh and how do we know that it isn’t my

brilliant girl and your mischievous little male?” Travois shouted after

Bartholomew. Later when Corisis was in bed she requested for Travois to

answer her question, “Father, what does mischievous mean?” “Well it

means in trouble most of the time.” Travois answered. “Is Eliot or I

mischievous?” Corisis inquired. “No, neither of you are.” Travois

responded as he kissed his daughters forehead.

Eight years later…

“Hold still Corisis I can’t hem a dress that is bouncing around.” Shiva

advised. “Sorry, Mom but I can’t believe that Mr. Bartholomew will let

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Eliot take me to the dance that all the knights in training get to attend.” Corisis

swooned. The wooden door flung open and Jensen, one of the Knights of

the Round Table flew through the door. The first words out of Jensen‟s

mouth once he caught his breath were, “He‟s gone!” “Who‟s gone?” Shiva

asked in alarm. “Travois, He was taken by the Black Knight when the

knights assembled.” Jensen explained. “Dad! No! You lie!” Corisis

screamed. “I can not lie to you miss…” Jensen‟s sentence faded into

midair. “Is Corisis here?” Eliot examined the room while standing in the

doorway with a gigantic grin on his face. “Eliot! My father was kidnapped

by the Black Knight; we need to go after him.” Corisis pleaded. “Now that

is a death wish, anyway your father can handle the Black Knight so let‟s

enjoy today.” Eliot reasoned.

At the dance the disguised false king was watching Corisis and Eliot dance

gracefully across the floor. “Son of Bartholomew, come up here with your

lovely young female friend.” Eliot obeyed the phony king. “I ask, what are

your names?” inquired the fake king. “Corisis.” Replied Corisis as she

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curtsied. “Eliot.” Answered Eliot as he took a bow. “Corisis, how would you

like to become my wife?” the king requested.

“Sir, with all due respect, I must refuse that offer. I wish to marry someone

else.” Corisis calmly declined. “I see. Well, I shall make a deal with you: if

you can find your father before the next full blue moon then I will let you

marry this other male but if you don‟t than I get to marry you.” The king

explained. “You mean that you let the Black Knight kidnap my father!”

Corisis screamed in agony. “Well it is not what I let happen it is what you

are going to do about it.” The king mocked while Corisis scowled at him.

The next day Shiva was packing a bag for both of the teenagers while they

were fitting into their fathers‟ suits of armor. When every thing was

prepared the false king came to the house of Travois and bade farewell to

the young knights and told Eliot to keep Corisis out of danger. Down the

path they were headed for the biggest quest of their lives. At the fork Corisis

started walking left, toward the bewitched forest. “Where are you going?”

Eliot asked. “To find my father, are you coming?” Corisis suggested.

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“Are you insane?”

“No, you‟re just an over self respecting male.”

“Then come on, if we have any chance of finding your father it is this way.”

“That way is too easy you only want to go that way because it looks safer

not because there are clues to find my father.”

“And what clues do you have to prove over there?”

Corisis pointed at the ground where recent footprints were left, then lifting

her finger pointed at some broken branches, lastly moving her finger to the

right just a little pointed to some of her father‟s clothes, tattered and

dangling from the branch. “Oh, alright if you really think he‟s this way, then

I have no objection.” Eliot sighed. Long after the dispute day faded into

sunset the couple heard the sound of a cat that seemed to be in terrible pain.

After looking in the brush for it Corisis finally found the source; it was a

little black kitten hidden near a large fig tree. “The poor thing has a cut on

her front left paw; it‟s bleeding profusely.” concerned Corisis whispered.

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The two travelers decided that it would be best to set up a place to sleep. Eliot

was leaning against a tree, (as if he were asleep), but looking up at Corisis

as she attended to the black cat. He felt a warming sensation in his heart,

and fell into a deep slumber.

In the morning Eliot awoke to the kitten meowing happily at Corisis as she

lay there dead to the conscious world, Eliot gently tapped Corisis‟s shoulder

she awoke with a start. “Is Kit alright?” she asked groggily. “Yes, look for

yourself.” Eliot answered while he set off to do his business. Corisis headed

the other way. After a short breakfast the three headed down the path.

“Corisis let the cat walk.” Eliot groaned. “No and her name is Kit.” Corisis

objected. “Ok Kit can walk her self.” Eliot complained. Just then a red

squirrel fell from a tree onto Eliot‟s head. “What the-?” He shouted. “Hey

whoa stop!” the squirrel screamed. “Well I never in all my years…” The

squirrel spouted. “Um, excuse me if I be rude but who are you?” Corisis

asked. “Who what, what ah, you young child I have seen you before, alas it

was when you were just a newborn but you have the same eyes as you‟re

lovely mother, oh forgive me for my rudeness you did ask my name.” The

squirrel realized after ranting.

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“It‟s alright.” Corisis broke the silence. “My name is Tammy and I am a talking

flying red squirrel.” Tammy explained. “O.K. Tammy we are looking for

my father, Travois he was taken by the black knight have you seen him?”

Corisis inquired. “No, but if this is the same case of Black Knight that took

King Arthur and knocked me out cold when I tried to release the king.”

Tammy clarified. “How long ago was this?” Corisis demanded.

“Yesterday.” Tammy answered. “That can‟t be we saw him yesterday and

today.” Eliot made Corisis jump. “Well then the king that you two saw was

his brother, David who was always jealous of our good king.” Tammy shed

some light on the subject that the teenagers were in the dark about. “Did you

see where the Black Knight took King Arthur?” Corisis asked. “No but the

king dropped something I think he wanted to leave a path for whoever came

to look for him.” Tammy reasoned. “Please lead us to it.” Corisis begged.

Tammy reacted by sprinting on all four legs through the trees as if she knew

the path like the back of her paw. “Here it is.” And sure enough there was a

ring lying on the ground. “What‟s that?” Eliot pointed to a little hut not far

from them. “Oh that‟s the tavern where the twins Ferdinand and Gregory

live.” Tammy explained.

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“Let‟s see if those two know anything about the king or my father.” Corisis set

her face and walked toward the hut. Once inside the team saw two bodies on

the floor groaning. “Gregory? Ferdinand?” Corisis inquired. “Yup this is

they.” “I a Ferdinand in hangover.” “Do either of you know where the Black

Knight is?” Corisis demanded. “Yup we know where he put those people but

you got to give us a little something missy.” Gregory giggled. “Now look

here you if you don‟t tell Corisis what she wants to hear I am going to give

you something you will not like at all and if you give us the wrong

information then when we bring you along I am still going to give you

what‟s coming to you!” Eliot had lifted Ferdinand off the floor and his feet.

Eliot had blushed when he saw Corisis out of the corner of his eye; she

looked surprised at Eliot‟s strength. “O. K. I‟ll talk he took them to the tower

in the west from here.” The team stayed the night in the tavern but took turns

making sure the twins didn‟t jump ship.

In the morning the new team set off west for the tower. As they got there

they heard banging and yelling. The team knew that the Black Knight must

be close, so they spread out and sure enough the knight was sleeping against

the tower wall. Tammy had found him and picked up a nearby rock and

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Corisis on the other hand found the door to the tower. When the full team

regrouped; Corisis and Eliot dragged the Black Knight to the door.

“Tammy, get the keys.” Corisis ordered. Tammy pulled the key from the

knight‟s pocket and threw them to Gregory who unlocked the door. Out of

the doorway came an armored King Arthur and an enraged Travois.

“Where is that badgered?” Travois inquired. “Here father.” Corisis

answered him. Travois embraced his daughter. “You did all this, braved the

woods took out the Black Knight and saved the king and I, I am proud of

you.” Travois commended Corisis. “For I did not do it alone I had the help

of my friends; Eliot, Kit, Tammy, Gregory and Ferdinand.” Corisis

admitted apologetically. “Still I have a feeling that if you were not here this

team could not have been, so all the same I am proud of you.” Travois

grinned. “Yes all well and good but I believe we should get to the castle

before David gets his hands on Excalibur.” Eliot pointed out. “No need

have rushed for that I had Excalibur hidden under my mail but, it would be

better to go before he says we are all dead and gone.” King Arthur alleged.

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“There‟s that, but how do we get there it will take two days walking.”

Protested Eliot. “There are horses and a carriage around that tree.” King

Arthur explained. “What about armor for my father?” Corisis questioned.

“No need dear.” Travois responded. “No I will give you this armor.”

Corisis disapproved. “Travois, you take your armor, shield and sword and

let Corisis have the Black Knight‟s.” King Arthur ordered.

After a bumpy ride the team arrived inside the throne room. “Give it up

David there‟s no way out!” Corisis exclaimed. “Oh, so sorry that you found

out my true plan, Corisis now I have to kill you.” David sounded as if he

actually cared about Corisis. They flew into a heated battle as the rest of the

Knights of the Round Table attacked the rest of the team except Jensen and

Bartholomew; they took the hero‟s side. “Why do you attack us so?” King

Arthur inquired. None of the subjects answered. The battle at the throne

between Corisis and David was becoming hard for Corisis when David

knocked the Black Knight‟s sword out of her hand. David then pointed the

sword at Corisis‟s heart. “So sorry love.” David whispered.

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Corisis closed her eyes and waited for the blade, but David swung and Corisis

opened her eyes just in time to see Eliot take the blow for her as he grabbed

the Black Knight‟s sword from the ground, finally Corisis thought that

maybe not all boys (not men) were selfish, pompous, over egotistic,

arrogant things. After Eliot beat David in an intense battle, the knights

stopped attacking. “Why did you attack us so when we are your allies?”

King Arthur questioned and Jensen replied; “Let me explain your highness.

The rest of the round table‟s knights attacked the returning squad because

David had threatened that if we did not obey and protect him that he would

kill our families.” “Then why did Bartholomew and yourself not attack but

defend us?” King Arthur asked. “Bartholomew‟s only family, Eliot, was on

the journey to find you and Travois, sire and I have no family.” Retorted

Jensen. “Is this all true?” demanded King Arthur of the other knights; they

all nodded.

A New Journey for Excalibur continued 12



In years time David was to work for the inn in the village, taking care of the horses.

Ferdinand and Gregory had become sober and were teaching children that being

drunk does not at all help their problems in any way. In another teaching place, a

park to be exact, Tammy would give flying lessons to anyone that showed up.

Jensen was awarded a medal for having to stand up to his friends and he still lives

alone but knows that he has plenty of people that will gladly give him company.

Bartholomew and his son were together and they kept contact, as did Travois and

Shiva with their daughter. On his throne again King Arthur was an even better king

from his well rounding journey. As for our heroine, Corisis and her male sidekick,

Eliot, they have become closer than two people can get, not meaning marriage

(yet), but they became official members of the round table but Corisis has to have

Kit with her at all times and Eliot had made a house for Corisis and himself. I

know we‟re missing Merlin but not to worry soon after Corisis and Eliot saved the

kingdom from David Merlin predicted that that was not the last time that the

couple would face danger, that there was more to be done in the future. All that

Eliot and Corisis had to say was “Bring it on.”

The End (Or is it?)

Compassion

Compassion is a thing no one can buy,

For compassion can not be seen by the eye

But it is felt within another sense

That is a tangle of body mind and soul

That causes one to become whole

And it is this that you cannot see

about me

For I have compassion for you

I cannot deny it’s true

I love you

Pooh

Three wishes

If I had only three wishes and no freebies… I would wish

my family was financially secure and living where they

would want to. Second I would wish to go to Hogwarts (a

more fun school than ones I’ve been to before) and all

the excitement of even the classes would keep me busy.

Last my final wish would be to rid the world of hatred,

evil and injustices so that maybe things could be the way

they were when I was five.

Zoom to the Future

Dear future Crystal Joy Galan



Hey what’s up. You know I had to do that, but really what happened to

you? Do you still have the cool glasses your mom got for you? I hope

you do otherwise your mom is gonna have your throat (not literally).

Did Jesse get more mature? Have you lost a duel? I hope Jesse grows

up and doesn’t mess with you till you’re yelling, and I hope you don’t

lose any duel you’re in. and I still have so many questions for you like

do you get over that nightmare and trying to change your last name, I

hope so. But most of all I hope this letter finds you, your family and

friends well and you more in adulthood than I, but that’s all I want to

say for now.

T. T. F. N.

Crystal Joy Aurora Borealis

Are You Superstitious?



I have had the opportunity to walk under ladders, (accidentally) break mirrors, cross

black, and a verity of other colors, cat’s path, live through Friday the thirteenth, and many

other “unlucky things” but these things did not cause damage to me or anyone I know

and or love. On the other hand it could be a regular day and something bad can happen.

Let me give you three examples. One, it was spring and I was four or five and I tried to

climb the fence to my friend Chuck Quinn’s house but before I got all the way over I was

attacked by wasps. (How was I suppose to know they built a nest in the fence?) I ran and

with the help of Grandma and insect repellant we got the wasps to go back into their nest,

later Grandma disposed of them with Raid, and as for me Chuck helped me giggle away

the pain of the stings. Second was when I was twelve and a boy broke my heart then had

nerve to ask me if he could date me again, luckily Chuck was at the same middle school

as me and he kept telling me that the other boy didn’t deserve me. Last when I was

seventeen I was playing paintball shooting with my friends, and I was in shorts while one

of my friends was very well hidden and shot me when my leg was less than an inch from

the back of my leg. And all the way home and till this day Chuck says he’s sorry and he’s

not the one who shot me! In conclusion I don’t believe in bad luck.

Opposites



Burning in the sky

there is but one

Our glorious shining

sun



And after sunset soon

The sun’s reflection,

the moon.

Synonyms

FIRE

Heat, strength, anger, burning light

Keeps all safe at night

Reflections 2

This is another leap for me and my writing and again I

would like to thank everyone that took the time to

fill my head with ideas and or help me get my ideas

onto the pieces of paper.

If you asked me my favorite I could not choose they

are all my creation so they are all good. Oh, and

about the phantom, I’ am getting there if I don’t

have it by next portfolio then you can nag me.