A Sweet, Little Dream
A Short Story and Poetry collection
Release date: May 13th, 2014
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Official Blurb:
“This collection was born thanks to adventures to magical places that my youthful imagination crafted, a royal decree that henceforth let me be known as “The Queen of Details,” and a very energetic “role model for today’s youth.” Writing had always been a comfort, a way of expressing myself since my voice was locked tight due to shyness. But because of these events, gifts, professors, and people in my life, light was shed on a pathway to writing as a career. In this collection, you will find works mostly from my high school years, exploring an array of genres. You’ll learn about my younger self–both child and teen–who made me the woman I am today.
It all started with a notebook, a pencil, words of encouragement, and a sweet, little dream.”
Listen to me reading the first page of one of the short stories in the collection, “Margaret’s America,” on Indies Reading Block Podcast, episode four!
Listen to me reading two of my poems, “The Graduate I’m Proud of” and “Even I Can…,” both in “A Sweet, Little Dream” on Indie’s Reading Block Podcast, episode ten!
Listen to me read two of my poems and “Margaret’s America” (2020)
Sneak Peek:
I was assigned in my freshman language class to look at an object and write a poem about it. I looked at this green froggie blanket my brother had forever (it was made for him when he was super small) and this all came to me. My grandmother who made it passed away a few years earlier. I am dedicating this to you, Grandma Aggie.
The Warmth of Colors (2004)
Alone in the darkness, Listening to the rain pour, Shivering to the thunder, Needing your hug more.
Cuddling my knees, My heart in despair. Why did you leave me? I thought you cared!
Then, I see you, Hanging out of clutter. The colors, so lovely, With a note: “To me love grandmother”
I stare at your work. The frogs: so smiley and bright. I actually smile, The first time tonight.
You’re wrapped around me, Your embrace so warm. We sit on our bed Watching the rain still pour.
Light is in my heart now. I do have a friend, no fear. You may have died, But you’re still here.
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Short Story for Mr. Banger number 2. Our only requirement for this assignment was we had to use the name Amaranth for one of the characters. I cannot recall why, but this is what I wrote. I had to change the ending though because Mr. Banger said it was too dark and unrealistic! HA! This was written in late 2004.
The Choice of Faith:
She looked innocent enough as she slept on the love seat of her parents’ screened porch. Curled up like a roly poly, her stringy hair hung nearly to the worn, wooden floor below. The late morning sun projected a strange mural on the wall behind the love seat. Inside, Amaranth’s parents knew their daughter had experienced a rough night, but they also knew she would be belligerent if awakened prematurely.
As they huddled at the kitchen window, Amaranth suddenly rotated the pillow 180 degrees and was comforted by the fresh coolness of the other side. Slowly, a delicate dragonfly buzzed happily around the lily of the valleys potted on the porch rail. The sun beat down upon the dragonfly. He decided to rest on top of Amaranth’s smooth nose. Quickly, the angle hidden with its wings, the dragonfly flew in the front yard meadow, revealing a small, shy, and beautiful young child with huge, sparkling blue eyes. The young girl stared at Amaranth, her soft skin glowing and her face so pure, the expression almost heartbreaking.
Amaranth awoke and looked into the girl’s pools with sorrow and anger. “Sakura? What’s the matter?”
Sakura looked at her hero like she had just crushed her dreams into the ground, washed away her hopes, and ruined her life.
“Sister…” Sakura stared.
Amaranth’s mood changed in a snap. Her pale, sky eyes burned with fire. She showed her teeth like a mad dog, reading to attack for its kill. Her hands trembled like an earthquake full of fear and panic. Pain too.
“You cannot call me that!” Amaranth screamed.
Praise for “A Sweet, Little Dream:”
“This is a very inspiring book for young adults. I love how she has an introduction for each poem. It really lets you know where she was at when she wrote them. She shows herself to be a deep thinker at a young age.”- Amazon.com Review by J.C.- 5 star review!
“The final verdict? I loved it, and you will too. Thank you Ms. Comnick for giving me the opportunity to resurrect feelings from my youth, through the words of yours.”- Amazon.com Review by G.R.V.
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To celebrate the book being released, Sheenah took some lines from one of the poems, “Watch and See,” and made the Paper Crane Books free monthly paper for that poem and my newest work! Here is it is here, but it goes in different sizes and forms at our website:
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