A portfolio of my work from my creative writing class this semester!

1. MY PORTFOLIO
Destiny Simms
Lindsey Ayres
Creative Writing
December 5, 2016

2. My name is Destiny.
I used to write a lot in middle school but it was never very structured. When I
started this class I pretty much would just write whatever came to mind and that
would be my finished product. I used a small bit of revising but not very much.
As far as poetry goes, it was all pretty superficial, I did not use very much
description.
I was not aware of all the different sound devices or possible forms.
Before this class I did not really read much outside of science fiction, so I’m glad to
be expanding my horizons!

3. THE FIRST POEM THAT I CHOSE TO EDIT WAS MY SOUND POEM.
THE FIRST TIME THAT I TYPED THIS I WAS MOSTLY FOCUSED ON
MY MAIN IDEA AND USING MULTIPLE SOUND DEVICES.
Best Friend
To the one that I call my best friend
Accepting always all I do
Nothing but support from you
Your family is also mine
The love I house for you,
Is like no other
Like nothing I’ve ever felt before
Family doesn’t have a choice
But you do
And you choose
To keep on loving me
In my eternity
For that I thank you though and through
You can’t comprehend the love I have for
you

4. AFTER REVISING I FOCUSED ON USING MORE
IMAGERY, MORE DESCRIPTION AND SOLIDLY USING
ONE SOUND DEVICE.
Best Friend
To the one that I call my best friend
Accepting always all I do
Nothing but support from you
When my own family did not accept me
Your mother added me to her family tree
That night that I cried
Because I wanted to die
You held me all night
And assured me soon it would be all right
You’ve always been my support
Even when you knew that I’d hate my choice
The love that I house for you
Is completely new
My Family has never accepted me
But you do
And you choose
To keep on loving me
In my eternity
For that I thank you through and through
You can’t comprehend the love I have for
you

5. THE SECOND POEM THAT I DECIDED TO EDIT WAS MY METAPHOR
POEM. THE FIRST TIME THAT I WROTE THIS POEM I WAS VERY
FOCUSED ON THE IDEA OF MAKING A METAPHOR. I DIDN’T THINK
MUCH ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAT I WAS PUTTING INTO THE
POEM. I ALSO FOCUSED A LOT ON USING AN END RHYME.
I am a Dragon
Be strong
Be fast
Be smarter and evil
I am a dragon
I am majestic
Powerful and lethal
Have courage
Show strength
Never be equal
Be greater

6. WHEN I EDITED MY METAPHOR POEM I TRIED TO ADD MORE
DEPTH AND DESCRIPTION TO IT. I WAS NOT WORRIED ABOUT THE
SOUND AS MUCH AS DELIVERING SOME MEANING.I am a Dragon
Be strong.
Not strong enough to life a house
But strong enough to face your biggest fears
Be fast
Not fast enough to out run a cheetah
But be the first to answer any question
I am a dragon
I am majestic
Powerful and lethal
Have courage
Show strength
Never be equal
Be greater

7. LASTLY IS MY SHORT STORY. THE FIRST GO AROUND I TRIED TO CRAM A NOVEL
IN TO A SHORT STORY. I BASICALLY JUST TRIED TO CUT OUT CERTAIN DETAILS
AND RUSH THROUGH EVENTS TO MAKE IT MORE OF A SHORT STORY. I ALSO
HAD SOME PROBLEM WITH USING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND HAVING A
REAL PROBLEM.
Simms 1
Destiny Simms
Lindsay Ayres
Intro to Creative Writing
October 10, 2016
Don’t Ignore the Voices
“It is time to go to war.” Jacob said with a snarl.
“They are after us! They are going to kill us!” Jacob cried, at this point his face was red
and the tears were flowing.
Jacob punched his bedroom window, shattering the glass and cutting his hand. The sound
of the shattering glass rang throughout the house. His parents, Jan and Steve were standing in the
kitchen, talking about Jacob’s condition when they heard they glass shatter. They ran downstairs
to Jacob’s room to investigate the sound. When they got to Jacob’s room, the sight terrified
them. There were glass shards everywhere, the window had been busted. Jacob was laying on the
floor in the corner of his room, his face was red, his shirt was drenched from his tears, and his
hand had glass shards sticking out, many of the cuts were oozing blood. Jacob was screaming
that people were after him and he was going to be killed. There was no one in the room but the
three, yet Jacob seemed convinced that his murders were standing around him. Jan and Steve
could barely make out Jacob’s words through his tears. That was the breaking point for them, it
was time.
Rewind about 6 months back to March 3, 2015.
“Hey” Jacob said to his friend Skip in a very distressed tone.

8. WHILE EDITING MY STORY I REALLY TRIED TO FOCUS ON USING
ONE POINT OF VIEW. I ALSO TRIED TO FOCUS ON SHOWING SOME
GROWTH WITH MY CHARACTERS AND ADDING MORE DETAILS TO
MAKE MY STORY MORE INTERESTING.
Simms 1
Destiny Simms
Lindsay Ayres
Intro to Creative Writing
October 10, 2016
Don’t Ignore the Voices
“It is time to go to war.” Jacob said with a snarl.
“They are after us! They are going to kill us!” Jacob cried, at this point his face was red
and the tears were flowing.
Jacob punched his bedroom window, shattering the glass and cutting his hand. The sound
of the shattering glass rang throughout the house. His parents, Jan and Steve were standing in the
kitchen, talking about Jacob’s condition when they heard they glass shatter. They ran downstairs
to Jacob’s room to investigate the sound. When they got to Jacob’s room, the sight terrified
them. There were glass shards everywhere, the window had been busted. Jacob was laying on the
floor in the corner of his room, his face was red, his shirt was drenched from his tears, and his
hand had glass shards sticking out, many of the cuts were oozing blood. Jacob was screaming
that people were after him and he was going to be killed. There was no one in the room but the
three, yet Jacob seemed convinced that his possible murders were standing around him. Jan and
Steve could barely make out Jacob’s words through his tears. That was the breaking point for
them, it was time.
Rewind about 3 months back to March 3, 2015.
“Hey” Jacob said to his friend Skip in a very distressed tone.
Well, his name is Harold but somewhere in 3rd grade he picked up the name Skip, and it
just stuck. Maybe it was because Skip liked to skip everywhere he went until he was in 6th
grade, or maybe it was because Harold was the name for an 85 year old man, not a 3rd grade
boy. Regardless, everyone who had ever met Skip after 3rd grade, only knew him as Skip.
“Hey” Skip replied worriedly.
“Head still bothering you?
“Yeah. My parents keep giving me pills, not sure what they are but they are supposed to
help.”
“That’s good” Skip said, still sounding worried.
“See you at basketball? We have the tournament next weekend.”