John Tennent Writes

This Friday was our 3 year anniversary, and (while a few days late) I am keeping my word. Here is the next installment in the sonnet cycle for Stephanie and myself! 2: My only Angel brought me from the sea And bore me to an island bright and fair. I searched and sought to find her there with me But never could I find her tender care. No more left to drown on dark’ning water, I set to build an altar on the beach. In vain I’d hoped she’d see the shells I brought her But no one came, she seemed just out of reach. I cried “My love, please come and stay awhile. “I’ll make a castle from this foreign land.” There was no answer, I was sure in exile. She’d gone, and left me stranded on the strand. But hope had stayed, and from the sky she came; My only Angel, calling out my name.

A storm. Rain is coming down in sheets, each one a battering ram on the windshield. Lightning flashes across the sky every few seconds. It’s the apocalypse. At least it is for the two boys in the back of the car. The boy on the left trembles, tears spilling down his cheeks as his body wracks with sobs every few minutes. His hair is dusty blonde, no longer stuck in its usual crew cut. He clutches his GameBoy like a life preserver, hoping desperately the Pokemon in his team would spring to life and save them like they do in his games. The boy on the right is completely still. His face is an ashen white, his jaw clenches hard. His hands are balled into tiny fists shoved deep into the pockets of his green coat. His eyes stare straight ahead, but they do not see the road. “Don’t worry boys, Noah got through his storm and we can get through ours!” The man driving calls out from behind the steering wheel. Rain continues to pelt the car. He wants to turn and give them a grin, but he c...

For our 2 year anniversary, I have decided to make something instead of buy something. With this as the beginning, I will be creating a sonnet cycle for my lovely girlfriend, and updating it at least every anniversary we have. I love you Stephanie, happy anniversary! Sonnet 1: We drift along as sailors lost at sea, No fixéd mark to guide us back to shore. The water rises and we fail to see The broken sailors on the ocean floor. I pray to God to send an Angel near, “I do not want to drown beneath these waves!” My prayer is not answered, so I fear That man is lost, no matter what he braves. And yet I watch as Heaven ushers forth My only Angel come to lead me home. She gave her hand, and so gave me my worth, And pulled me from the water’s darkened foam.           And so it was that I was blessed to see           My only Angel reaching out to me.

I couldn't decide what to write for my super important grad school assignments, so I wrote this instead! The first segments are rather rambling, but return to something really cool. Enjoy it! What to say, what to say, what to say. I must say that I cannot see, to say that what I said wasn’t sung but softly spoken, said to no one and everyone in the same breath. Singing, ringing stings my ears, but the sounds swells, and I say that I cannot see the sound, but I sense the song. Can I make you see? See what I have to say, and then we will sing together, that song that sounds from sayers past. Words fall through me as I try to say what I cannot seem to say. Simple words, but they slink off my tongue, pride bruised and battered before I can say the things that swirl just behind my teeth. He watches my mouth move, but no words come out. He can sense there is something I want to say, but the saying never comes. He hopes, but I give him none. There is something I need to say. So...

I must apologize for my silence this semester, it has been rather trying. I have, however, been scheming up a pretty big idea. These are some snippets of what I want this piece to be, please let me know what you think! I began this account nearly a year ago as a record of events that could be used after my rescue. My comrades could use this data and be sure this never happened again. Well, I suppose it will not be happening again. This account is now my only solace to keep away the madness that threatens to grow in my mind. It is my only tether to reality. I am alone. Do you even remember who I am? I wish I could remember everything. Let’s see what I know: My name is Alexsandr Fetiukov. I am a member of the United Earth Government Space Program. I have (had?) a family back in Russia that hasn’t heard from me in years. I have been marooned here on the ISS for more than a year, and I am alone. I am so very, very alone. My isolation is readily apparent to me now, but for how long? ...

My apologies to you all; it's been more than a while, but here's something new! What happens when a character dies? Michael could feel the force pressing down on him; he’d felt this strange pressure floating about his consciousness for weeks, months even, but today felt different. He felt trapped, besieged by malevolence far greater than any negativity he had ever felt before in his life. He had the irrational urge to run, to flee from something that didn’t even exist. But he had to go to work, to go about his day as he always did. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, applied deodorant, dressed (first pants, then socks, then shirt, then tie, then shoes and finally jacket) and left his apartment for work. He was employed at Brown and Baker Attorneys: “we’ll win the case or you’ll win the lottery!” The plug was designed to give people the confidence that even if their case didn’t win they would still see money, but people rarely won, and the only money they saw were the fund...