Christian Ward

Alone, I walked into the modern, black-walled restaurant

I covered my sadness with make-up

The pretentious restaurant smelled of seafood

I joined a dating club because of my terrible luck with men


I did not know what to expect

I was as terrified as a child entering school for the very first time

I had low expectations

And then he walked in with his black tuxedo and shiny black shoes

His name was Christian Ward


We bonded over our love of seafood

We shared a secret look of seafood lovers’ horror as another attendee ordered a steak!

We shared a secret laugh


After dinner, he asked for another date

I gladly obliged

Two years later we were married

I never walk into a restaurant alone now

My ridiculous dating club changed my life

For I had met Christian Ward



When We Became Sisters

It was a summer to remember

It was a summer beginning a friendship


I’ll never forget wherever that brick school was

The fresh beauty bark looked devilishly red like a garden of ripe tomatoes

We walked around in the ninety degree heat

We took millions of pictures

We savored our time together


We learned from each other

We tried to listen to the rules instilled by my mother

Our smiles could have lit up the night sky

We avoided the day we would have to say good-bye


Our friendship grew like a sunflower during that summer

We became so much more than simply cousins

We became sisters


That summer has ended

Come and gone

But the memories have not faded

We live a million miles away, yet are still so close



Life Thoughts

This section of my blog emulates that of Carrie Bradshaw’s column. Here, I will write about my observations of life, love, and friendship. Occasionally, I may throw in a rant.





Well, I will be honest. I am starting a novel. I am almost finished. But I’m not sure if this is the one I should use for this blog. I have the beginnings of another novel, which is a fantasy and mystery piece.

What should I use? This has been an ongoing dilemma.


“The Odyssey” is Important

  • Finalist: “The Importance of The Odyssey,” published in Believing in Greatness (Elder & Leemaur, 2007)

In the epic tale of The Odyssey, Homer writes, “It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.” Since the publishing of The Odyssey many centuries ago, other authors have been emulating stories that can loosely be based off of The Odyssey. Ideas from modern stories such as The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Little Women can be traced back to Homer’s well-known, Greek poem. The Odyssey is definitely the greatest literary work of all time because it set the standard of how a story should be told in literature.

To begin with, every great story since The Odyssey has placed a hero on a specific journey. This hero is seeking adventure and ultimately, chasing his home. Most authors have emulated this way of storytelling, bringing a hero into a different land than his own and setting him on a quest for something greater than himself.

The story of The Odyssey is told as Odysseus, the title character, commences on his journey back to his home of Ithaca after the fall of Troy during the Trojan War. He falls into many obstacles along the way, such as his raft getting destroyed by an angry Poseidon, the Greek God of the sea. Odysseus is also held captive for seven years by the beautiful and mysterious goddess, Calypso. While he is living this perilous and unpredictable life on his quest back to his homeland, Odysseus’s wife, Penelope is being bombarded with marriage proposals in Ithaca.

A concrete example of literary work that follows the structure of The Odyssey is Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. In Little Women, Amy March, the youngest of the four March sisters, travels abroad after her relationship with her sister Jo is deeply strained. There, Amy is put into a land she is not familiar with, searching for who she is and what she ultimately wants to do with her life. Like in The Odyssey, Amy eventually comes back home knowing who she is and married to Jo’s former love, Laurie.

Another example of Homer’s work being essentially replicated is in the story of Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. After Huck gets a hold of a substantial amount of money, his father kidnaps him and moves him into a desolate house in the woods. Reluctantly, Huck fakes a suicide and escapes and sets out on his own journey. The antithetic character of Huck Finn always felt as if he did not belong. However, as the story comes to a close and his adventure is over, Huck feels a sense of belonging.

The Odyssey is certainly the greatest literary work of all time. Modern writers have followed his example for centuries, as in Little Women and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The story of a hero going into a new land, searching for adventure, but ultimately trying to go back home, is the distinct basis of every great story.

Original Myth

This is a Greek god myth I created!



Poseidon, god of the sea, loved adding to his kingdom. He was very powerful but also greedy, quarrelsome, and aggressive. One day, out of the blue, Poseidon decided he needed a queen to help him rule. Zeus, god of the sky, introduced his brother to several candidates qualified for marriage. Poseidon didn’t like any of the women, mortals and immortals, Zeus brought forced on him. Finally Zeus gave up and let Poseidon decide for himself, which was not a very good idea.

Nami, a mortal living in Athens, got Poseidon’s attention. She was an excellent weaver and great warrior, two qualities Poseidon loved in a woman. After watching Nami for months, Poseidon came to the conclusion that he wanted her as his bride.


When arriving in Athens, Poseidon disguised himself as Nami’s father and entered her home. Nami was completely fooled and had no idea a powerful and envious god was in her home. Poseidon thought it would be wise not to tell Nami who he was, and just ask her questions about what she thought about the god of the sea. Much to his surprise, Poseidon discovered that Nami thought the Greek god stories were a sham. Nami said she didn’t believe any of the stories she had heard her whole life about the gods. This enraged Poseidon.


After hearing this, Poseidon took off his disguise and told Nami he was Poseidon and she was in deep trouble. Nami begged Poseidon not to hurt her, and after careful thinking, Poseidon agreed to her request and left for his home in the sea.


Exactly twelve days after his visit with Nami, Poseidon found a way to get her to be his queen. Wittingly, Poseidon caused a huge storm under the water that caused tremendous tidal waves over the Earth, what we know as a tsunami. The largest tidal wave hit near Athens and swept away three-fourths of the population, including Nami. Poseidon brought Nami down to his kingdom and made her his queen. Today, Nami and Poseidon cause tidal waves together, and make a tsunami.

Saving Molly Smith

This is one of my favorite stories. I wrote this at Duke University’s Creative Writers’ Workshop. The format might be a little odd, but that’s merely because it is meant to be a screenplay!







MOLLY SMITH, a pulchritudinous eighteen-year-old blond, lays on her back unconscious on sparkling-white carpet.


Around her left wrist is a black and gold, thick in diameter, bracelet. It resembles more of a male friendship bracelet rather than a piece of jewelry a female would wear.


The beautifully white carpet soaks in a substantial amount of Molly’s blood and turns a gross color of black-red.


There is a butcher knife beside her left hand drenched in blood.


Different angle shots of Molly Smith’s body are shown during the voiceover of JACE MONTGOMERY.



She was my best friend. She was that girl you get up for in the morning. The girl you just can’t wait one minute longer to see. She was always full of hope and incredible inspiration.



The shot is pulled back and Molly’s unconscious body gets smaller and smaller.



And then she did this.




The poorly-lit movie theatre is full of teenagers and adults alike.


In the plush, red-velvet seats, couples kiss as the older adults stare at the screen, trying to avoid looking at the oblivious teenagers.


The screen shows two males talking to each other.


The male actors’ voices are very low, making it hard to understand what they are saying.


In the back row, MOLLY SMITH and DARREN KENNEDY kiss affectionately.


Darren’s left hand is comfortably perched on Molly’s thigh. His right hand intimately cradles her face.


Molly hands are wrapped around Darren’s body.


Darren and Molly are completely oblivious to everyone in the theatre. They just kiss and kiss.


Darren slowly pulls away. He smiles at Molly. She smiles back at him.



Let’s get out of here.

Molly nods. Darren smiles seductively.


Darren gets up and grabs Molly’s hand.


They walk in front of several angry people to get out of the row.


Across from their row sits BETH BRODY. She is seated with a group of girls.


As Darren walks out into the aisle, he makes eye contact with Beth.


Beth glares at each of them accusingly.


Darren grins at Beth.


Darren leads Molly out of the aisle.


Molly does not notice Beth or the connection she made with Darren.


Darren opens the door for Molly and she walks out.


Darren turns to look at Beth one last time. Her head is turned and she looks at him longingly.


Darren turns around and walks out into the lobby to find Molly.




MOLLY SMITH sits on a standard, green park bench observing the people in her vicinity.


An OLD LADY sits on an adjacent park bench knitting a foul-colored orange pair of socks.


A WOMAN and MAN walk hand-in-hand down the path past Molly. They gaze into each other’s eyes in deep admiration and much-too-blatant love.


A MALE TEENAGER plays catch with a FEMALE TEENAGER behind the Old Lady’s bench. The Female Teenager fumbles while attempting to catch the baseball several times.


The Male Teenager smiles when the Female Teenager fumbles the ball.


Molly holds a constant dismal look on her face while she observes these groups of very diverse people.


Molly looks around again, lost in her thoughts.


JACE MONTGOMERY, a tall and handsome eighteen-year-old, walks up the path toward Molly.


Molly does not look at Jace, even though she knows he is there.


Jace takes a seat closely next to Molly on the bench.




Jace thinks of what to say to Molly.


Molly turns her head further away from Jace.



It is alright to feel vulnerable.

Molly looks at Jace, annoyed by his comment.



(as if Jace is a child)

Like you would even know.

Short pause.


Molly shakes her head.



I’ll always be here for you, Molly.

Jace looks at Molly very sincerely. He touches her shoulder.


Short pause.


Molly gets up from the bench. She walks down the path, going toward the opposite way Jace came from, as if avoiding anything he has done.


Jace watches Molly leave the park in sadness, wondering how he can help her.






The casual-dining restaurant is covered in decorations pertaining to old movie stars from the 1950s and 1960s.


The cherry-oak wood tables are long and covered in placemats and the requisite utensils for casual-dining.


The restaurant is heavily overcrowded with young adults, mostly high school students, eating with their friends or sitting in corner booths on an uncomfortable first date.


MOLLY SMITH, along with the other waiters, walks around in a hurry, trying to bring hungry customers their orders.


Molly wears a black apron and a black tee-shirt.


Molly serves two plates of hamburgers and French fries to an AWKWARD MAN and WOMAN, who are obviously a couple, in the corner. She smiles as she sets down the plates, hoping to up her tip value.


Molly looks up from the customers and out the window.


Outside, DARREN KENNEDY walks in the parking lot under the shining sun.


Molly, still standing above the Awkward Man and Woman, who instantly begin eating, watches Darren’s every move.


Outside, Darren approaches BETH BRODY. He gives her a confident smile and a romantic hug.


From the inside, Molly stares at Darren and Beth in jealousy and utter humiliation. Her eyes swell up and almost fill with tears, but she successfully holds them back.


The Awkward Woman notices Molly’s eyes filling up with tears and stares at her, wondering what is going on. The Awkward Man is oblivious and keeps eating.


Molly turns away from the window and walks toward the back of the restaurant.


The Awkward Woman looks outside as Molly leaves to see what she was looking at. However, Darren and Beth are nowhere in sight.


Molly walks even faster this time to the back of the restaurant, even though she is not serving, just to get away from the world.





The English classroom has two whiteboards full of words relating to relationships and romantic and platonic love.


The first whiteboard reads, “Romeo & Juliet”: The Love Affair.


MOLLY SMITH sits in the front row of a classroom of about twenty high school students, including JACE MONTGOMERY, DARREN KENNEDY, JAMES PARKER, KRISTIN KERRY and BETH BRODY.


Each student has a book copy of “Romeo & Juliet” on their desk. Molly’s book is open and has several of her own notes written on the pages.


Darren Kennedy sits in the very last row in the back.


Beth Brody sits near the door and close to the back of the room.


MR. JENEFSKY, a thirty-something year-old teacher, stands in front of the students, waiting for them to quiet down so he can begin the lecture.


Mr. Jenefsky wears beige Dockers and a polo that is much too large for his torso. He is the epitome of a nerd.


Mr. Jenefsky smiles at his class.


Webster’s dictionary first defines love as “a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person”.

The high school students’ faces fill up with immediate boredom after hearing Mr. Jenefsky mention the topic of love.



Now I don’t really know if anyone here would define love as that, per se, but it’s certainly a way to put it.

Girls begin to file their nails and stop listening to the discussion.


Guys begin to lay their heads on the desks, excited for that afternoon nap.



(oblivious to his students’ boredom)

Someone raise their hand and tell us their definition of love.

James Parker, a preppy, jock-type eighteen-year-old, smiles.


James slightly raises his hand.



Getting laid.

The class laughs.


James Parker smirks, as if he is the hottest guy in the world and could get any girl to have sex with him.


Molly rolls her eyes in her seat.


Kristin Kerry, a beautiful but dense cheerleader, looks around the classroom to see if anyone else is going to raise their hand.




Kristin decides to raise her hand sheepishly.


Mr. Jenefsky nods at Kristin as she raises her hand.




Being able to count on someone. Just like Romeo and Juliet!

Kristin smiles, extremely proud of her answer.


Mr. Jenefsky nods.



That’s one way to put it.

Mr. Jenefsky paces the classroom, waiting for someone else to give him an answer.





(without raising her hand or looking up)

Desperate infatuation.

The students fall completely silent and turn their entire attention to Molly. They stop attempting to sleep or file their nails. They are intrigued.


Mr. Jenefsky walks closer to Molly.




Molly finally looks at Mr. Jenefsky.


Foolish admiration that is just going to shoot you down one day.

Jace looks at Molly in great disappointment.


Darren and Beth exchange uneasy glances.



How would you say love shoots you down?


How would you not?

Mr. Jenefsky smiles.




Molly looks away from Mr. Jenefsky and at her “Romeo & Juliet” book, trying to avoid speaking with him about this topic once more.


Mr. Jenefsky begins pacing the classroom. He continues to look at Molly, trying to contemplate what she’ll say next.


Darren and Jace exchange glances. Jace quickly looks away.


Mr. Jenefsky walks closer to Molly again.


Mr. Jenefsky pauses before he speaks.



I don’t want to sound too bold, but let me ask you this.

(pause, struggling to find the right words)

Have you ever been in love?

Darren’s eyes perk up at this question. He looks directly at Molly, waiting for what she will say.

This question makes Molly uneasy. She begins to squirm in her seat.


The entire classroom is looking at Molly. No one speaks. It is completely silent and still.



I wouldn’t let myself.

Students look directly at Darren. Beth looks agitated. Jace shakes his head.


Molly shakes her head slightly.


Students look back at Molly.


Jace looks at Darren, who does not meet Jace’s eyes, as he is concentrating on Molly.


Molly looks up, toward Mr. Jenefsky.



It doesn’t work, though, shielding yourself from relationships. You can’t be immune to pain.

Molly’s eyes fill up with tears.


She looks down, as if talking to herself.



The worst part is that I still want him. I want a piece of him so I can remember.

Darren raises his left arm and scratches his head. The black and gold bracelet is shown around his wrist.


Molly tries to wipe her tears from her face, but the tears just keep pouring down her cheeks like a powerful and rapid waterfall.


Mr. Jenefsky looks at Molly questionably.



But don’t you think wishing he still wanted you will ultimately make it harder to move on?

Molly looks at Mr. Jenefsky as if he was born yesterday. She stops crying so excessively.



I have no intention of going on, Mr. Jenefsky.

(getting hostile)

Haven’t you been listening to anything that I have been saying?

Mr. Jenefsky nods convincingly. He perches himself on his desk.


Molly rolls her eyes and looks at the clock, anxious to escape from the negative vibe she has created in the classroom.


Long pause.


Darren looks at Molly with sadness.



(as if he has been thinking of saying this for a long time in the discussion)

I wanted to be immune to pain, too.

Students turn and face Darren. Molly does not turn around.


Darren pauses as he makes eye contact with Jace.



I couldn’t let myself fall in love and experience heartbreak at age seventeen. Not while I was in my prime.


Molly stops crying and dries her tears.


The black and gold, thick in diameter, bracelet is blatantly shown around Darren’s left wrist as he raises his left arm to his face in anxiety.


Molly slightly nods her head, agreeing with Darren’s last statement.

Mr. Jenefsky looks at Molly, waiting for her to respond to Darren’s heartfelt speech.


Fed up with the discussion, Molly abruptly gets up and walks to the door and storms out into the hallway.


The class and Mr. Jenefsky watch Molly exit, stunned.


Mr. Jenefsky looks at Darren, confused as to what has just happened. Darren is looking at the door, waiting to see if Molly will walk back in.


The door remains close, as Molly does not walk back in.





MOLLY SMITH bursts through the door of her bedroom, crying hysterically.


She lies down on the floor and curls into a ball. She spreads her legs out, still crying.


For the first time, on her left wrist is Darren’s signature black and gold bracelet.


Molly turns over onto her stomach.


The sounds of her crying fade as the shot is slowly pulled out.





MOLLY SMITH lies on her back unconscious on perfectly white carpet.


Around her left wrist is Darren’s black and gold, thick in diameter, bracelet.


The beautifully white carpet soaks in a substantial amount of Molly’s blood and turns a gross color of black-red.


There is a butcher knife beside her left hand drenched in blood.


The shot pulls just into Molly’s face. Her eyes are closed. Her lips purse slightly, but not enough for a viewer to notice without intentionally looking.


JACE MONTGOMERY quickly bursts into Molly’s bedroom as if he knows that she has just tried to commit suicide.


At the noise of the door opening so rapidly, Molly’s eyes open.


Molly notices Jace near the door.


Molly looks into Jace’s eyes deeply, letting him know that she is sorry.


Jace grins at Molly.



I’ll never fathom what actually drove her to do it. Was it really as simple as a jackass like Darren Kennedy? Or was it something greater than a stereotypical high school relationship?


Jace closes the bedroom door very slowly as he moves closer to Molly, signifying that he is going to be the one to save her wounded soul.





I’ve realized that a person can be saved anytime, anywhere from self-deprivation.And that is just what she has needed, her wounded soul to be saved.


The door closes completely.


The screen fades to black.








It’s All Leading to Demise

To celebrate her employment freedom, she decided to go out that night. She sits in the bar and pours drink after drink into her body as if she was downing merely water. But she doesn’t quit; she gulps her vodka and tonic without a care.

“The bar is closing, Bev,” the bartender tells her. He notices that she is completely wasted. “Do you need a ride?”

She smiles and turns her head. She walks out of the bar and stumbles to her knees. A large gash of blood and dirt covers her lean legs. She laughs, as if immune to the pain.

After pondering her next move, she decides she must go home to quench her utter thirst. She gets into her pretentious Saab convertible and attempts to steer. The car stalls out and comes to a halt. She laughs in hysterics wondering why she isn’t able to drive her own car.

She starts the car again and pounds her stiletto-clad foot on the gas as she releases the clutch with the other foot. The car tears out of the gravel parking lot and into the barren Park Boulevard.

She accelerates as if trying to win the Indianapolis 500. She screams in exhilaration like a rebellious teenager with their new license.

As she approaches the corner of a bend in the road on Park Boulevard, the car swerves. She tries to take control of the car, but it is too late. An oncoming vehicle smashes head-on with her car; glass shatters all over the road from the crash.

She opens her door erratically and attempts to run over to the other car. She falls to the ground.

Sirens feverishly disturb the night silence. Police vehicles approach the scene and medics rush to the bodies to determine their fate. Bev is awakened by a concerned medic.

“I am fine,” she slurs as she hurriedly stands up. She tries to walk away, but the medic puts a tight clench on her fragile wrist.

The medic forces her to take a breathalyzer test. Almost impossibly, her blood-alcohol content is registered as 0.41.

“I am fine,” she repeats in angst as she is lowered into the back of the police car. “I am a cop!”

The police discover this statement is indeed valid. Bev was Detective Beverly White, a highly regarded detective in her prime in Seattle for the last twenty years.

The Best Two Weeks of My Life

It began as a day at camp

A place a million miles from home

Durham, North Carolina

Our smiles were meek

Our smiles searched for a friend

And so it began

The best two weeks of my life


We wrote stories

From poetry to playwriting to critical writing

We analyzed the craft

We fell in love with words

We began friendships

We stayed up all night talking

We laughed at the other camps

Wondering why they needed mandatory fun time

We never needed that

Fun time was never ending

The best two weeks of my life


Tears fell like raindrops as the weeks came to an end

Without each other

We didn’t know how our hearts would mend

For we truly had found soul mates within each other

The love of creative writing was our common thread

But as I said goodbye

I tried not to cry

I said, “See you later”

For our friendships were not over

And I could never end

The best two weeks of my life