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Writing
Click on the picture to the left to read a piece I wrote about political, social, and personal events that changed a little girl's way of thinking.
Click on the picture to the left for a piece I wrote re-creating the last moments of Natalie Wood's life before her tragic, mysterious death.
Click on the picture to the left to read my own original spenserian sonnet.
Evolution
This is an excerpt from a short story I wrote my Junior year when I decided to entertain my creativity by intertwining some concepts from my biology class to fiction.

Soon we are all going to be naked.
I didn’t sleep because of the cockroach and instead took Artemis out.
A woman, or a man, walked past us as I sat on the bench.
Tall and built, but hunched, with a pink coat and heels. The skirt could have been a bikini. The outfit was really just skin.
I know that this person is a prostitute. Anyone would know. But if you add two more inches to the skirt, and a bigger top, this person could walk on 23rd with no problems. And people do. Fifty years ago, a conservative person today would be labeled a prositute. But a couple thousand years ago, clothes were scraps of hide. Maybe evolution is really just one big circle.
Maybe this person, walking around at 3 ocklock in the morning, knows more than me, than all of us. Maybe we were born or created exactly how we were suppose to be from the very beginning and then tried to change it. Evolution isn’t a forward movement, it’s a backward one.
I smile because I like this person. Artemis does too. I bet you, if this person sat down next to us, they would most certainly bring something to the table. Talk about something intersesting, something big, no small talk. The only problem is I don’t know if I would. And that scares me.