The first piece of writing which I wish to share with everyone is my introduction of my research of Geauga Lake and the story behind it closing.
Click clack, click clack… click clack. The light reflects off the blur of adrenaline and steel that zips around the brim of the lake. Screams and cheers ring through the air; some of pure excitement, and others of exasperation. Pshhhhhhhh. “Welcome back riders, how was that ride?” The lady walking down the aisle cheered. “WOOOOHOOO” The passengers would join in unison. Click. The lap bar now locked me into my seat, heart pounding, eyes staring at the only obstacle between the border of fear and excitement: the lift hill. Clickity clack, click clack, the Chariot of the Gods reaches the peak, watching helplessly as the butterflies drop in my stomach, and our ride draws ever near to the earth.
Pulling into the parking lot, 12 years had passed since visiting the masterpiece calledGeauga Lake. Where the cars had waited eagerly for their drivers to return, weeds the height of corn stock, held their space, springing out from each crevasse in the earth. We walked up to the front gate, picturing the roller coaster enthusiast sprinting to get their spot in line and return to their sanctuary. Instead of being welcomed by warm and friendly employees, now we were turned away, shunned as if we were outcast. Forbade to enter by the gloomy “private property: do not enter” sign on the chain fence. My eyes searched the horizon for some recognizable trace of the magnificent monster of an amusement park that once occupied this barren wasteland, but I found none.
The second piece of writing which I wish to share is from my narrative/story I wrote.
“Kaley, can you give us a second?” Kelly said, staring down at the sand she was filtering through her fingers while her bleach blond hair waved in the breeze.
“And leave you here with him? I’d rather puke!” her identical twin Kaley responded.
“What did I ever do to you?” I asked.
“Don’t listen to her; she is just jealous because you’re mine.” Kelly interrupted.
“OR, I am worried about your awful taste in guys!” Kaley chimed in.
“Do you remember Daytona?” Kelly asked. Whatever the answer was, Kaley glared at her saying I’ll get you back for that.
“Alright, I’m out. But don’t come crying to me when mom finds out you were alone with him” Kaley said.
"I thought you two never split up" I said, punching myself on the inside as I realized I was only adding fuel to the fire.
"Only for you Hans" Kaley answered. "Now don't have too much fun you two. We still have capture the flag and ghost in the graveyard tonight."
"Oh joy" I murmured.
She smirked in my direction and sprinted up the sand dune and towards the house. As soon as Kaley left silence filled the beach. I kept trying to open my mouth, but no words would exit. Instead I stared out into the vibrant pink and orange horizon and the waves crashing into the beach splashing my toes. After a few moments had passed, Kelly muttered something under her breath.
“You know, maybe that’s why you don’t get any girls?” Kelly said.
“What?” I asked. The question had caught me off guard and was not the way I had dreamt of this conversation starting.
“You’re too shy” she said. “It’s just me.”