Sneak Peek

The following is an excerpt from Ellis Herring’s new work, Anxiety, his first ever literacy narrative. He entails us through the journey he took as a 13 year old while writing the WrAP, an annual writing assessment given by his school. Our latest long-running had me somewhat stressed. I felt as if I couldn’t think of anything to start with. The ideas that I had considered so far were either long of a time or I didn’t feel as if I can write a solid WrAP with them. I see examples of what kind of things I can use as a basis but, I can’t make anything of the ideas because the time restriction had completely altered my thoughts about the prompt in front of me. I feel that by the time I could brainstorm a topic time will have run out. Then I would be incompatible of writing a sufficient first draft to use as an impetus for the whole writing process. I only had two hours. Failure haunted me. Why does it seem as though only thing that I can think about are the lyrics to the Eminem song , Lose Yourself? Is it because I’m losing myself? I think I am. Her desk is just beyond my shoulder. I feel the heat from her glare upon. My skin becomes frigid and I can barely feel my fingers. The color in my face drains. I hear the wheels on her chair screaming to be oiled as slithers her long legs from under her desk. She is coming. My head instinctually goes down to my desk tucked between my arms. It hits me as if I was walking into clear door. I’ve got it. I sense Ms. Riley smile as she realizes that I have realized that I can do it. She chuckles softly and whispers, “I knew you had it in there somewhere.” the knightly press vol. 2 oct. 2012