Sophie Schell's Creative Portfolio

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My Reality, My Imaginary World: A Collectionby Sophie Schell, Class of ‘15

a portfolio of creative work by Sophie Schell

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Too Bad For Me My Love

Too bad for me my love

I fear I’ve lost my way

Too bad for me my love

I never got the chance to say

I love you

I love you like the morning sun

When dewdrops glisten

Upon the meadow

Where blossoms bloom

In full array

I love you like the light of moon

Casting reflections

Upon the lake

Where fairies dance

And Willow Trees sway

I love you like the angel song

In heavens halls

Where trumpets sound

Sweet bells ring

And minstrels play

I love you like life itself

Where children laugh

On earths floor

Filled with Dreams of innocence

And ships come in from far away


Electrifying blue

Tints of amber like a bird of prey

His eyes, his eyes, his eyes

A rich dark brown

Long, slightly tangled but beautiful

His hair, his hair, his hair

A crimson red that comes from recent scars

Weary and older than it should be

His face, his face, his face

An ancient chain that hides secrets

The black engraved upon the silver hew of metal

His medallion, his medallion, his medallion

A tawny, golden color

A footstep left upon the sand

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone

A long forgotten memory

The opening of a new life

I should’ve told, I should’ve told, I should’ve told

I should’ve told them.

Him


Pain

The one thing that is eternal

No one seems to feel what you feel

Hurt

Losing sense of control

Endless scratching, bleeding

Friends are hurting too

They don’t know how to make you better

Depression

A veil of sadness

Can’t seem to disappear

Sometimes you feel like giving in

To the darkness

Anger

Angry at yourself

You want to stop

But for some reason you can’t

Memory

Can’t recall what happened

How you started

But you still find yourself

Bloody

Hiding

Covering up the scars

You don’t want anyone to see

For Anonymous

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The truth

Love

Your friends mean so much to you

Your friends love you too

Talk

Open up

Someone will help you

Find that sunshine

Dream

There’s a place

That’s full of light and beauty

Waiting for you

Listen

Keep holding on

You are a brave soul

The brightest star

Live

Find something to believe in

All will become silver glass

Trust

We are here

Won’t let you fall

We’ll be your light


Eyes Open

Tonight, my head hurts. Why did it have to be tonight

out of all nights? I sigh, wiping the sweat from my brow. It’s

a week before the coronation. I rise from my bed, knowing

that I have to venture out beyond the confines of the palace.

Not a single person except for a few of my closest friends

are aware of the visions that torment me. I’m a seer; I’m sup-

posed to be able to look into the future. Some would consid-

er this to be a gift. I know better, though. The vision thing is a

curse. I could be dead tomorrow because of them.

There’s only been one thing that has helped me. It’s

more of person really. Is this person human? Maybe, I’m not

sure. His name is Connor. He looks to be about my age with

longish dark brown hair that is allowed to hang loosely. Con-

nor’s eyes are blue and occasionally they have hints of amber

in them, like a falcon’s eyes. He rarely speaks and if at all it’s

to help me understand. I don’t know how but somehow we

are connected to each other.

Despite the fact that he had been a complete stranger

to me, I felt like I could trust him. We had each spoken only

one word to each other, our names. I remembered how he

had responded when I had spoken my name, Cedric. It was a

look of fear and pity and I swore that his eyes glinted the col-

or of amber and that a single tear rolled down his face. We

had then gone our separate ways. I had not known at that

point that this one person would influence my world as much

as it did.

I gripped the reins of my horse riding as fast as I could. My

head hurt so much but I had to keep my concentration. This

time it wasn’t towards the village it was towards the cottage

that Connor had once shown me. I hadn’t shown this cot-

tage to anyone and probably never would. That’s not entirely

true. I had considered showing the cabin to Saraphia but had

decided not to remembering that he had told me that no one

else should know of its existence.

As the cottage came into view I slowed down and

allowed my horse to come to a stop. I tied the horse to a tree

before making my way to the door that led inside. A few can-

dles gave light to the inside and so I knew that he was there,

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waiting for me. Although I could have just walked in I decided

to knock. After a few moments the door opened and I saw

Connor standing there beckoning me inside. I stepped over

the threshold and into the cottage taking in the place that

I had grown to love. Thud, the door closed shut behind me.

Connor went into the living room choosing to sit down in one

of the chairs that faced the fireplace in which a steady fire

was going. I sat down in the chair beside him and for the first

time that night I managed to get a good look at his face.

He seemed older somehow, worn out and tired. There

were recent scars on both his cheeks and his was longer and

messier than it had been before. Connor was in definite need

of a shave and for whatever reason his eyes had lost a bit of

their luster. I also noticed the cuts on his wrists although he

tried to hide them from me. This was someone who had been

hurt, tortured even. Something had happened to him but I

was almost afraid to ask him about the details of whatever

incident had occurred. We hadn’t seen each other in almost a

year.

“What happened to you, Connor?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied brushing my question aside.

“So why are we are?” I inquired.

“In your vision, what did you see?”

“I saw people running and then this place. What about you?”

He was silent for a moment before answering. “Relatively the

same thing. Listen, I need to tell you something,” he said,

leaning in closer to me.

“Yes?”

“You need to bring Saraphia to this place.”

I tilted my head a bit to the side. “Why?”

“Look, something big is going to happen and she needs to be

aware of the cottage.”

“What kind of something?”

“You know I can’t tell you. I’d be breaking the most important

rule of seeing if I told you.”

“Does it involve me in any way?” I say quietly.

Connor’s eyes shift back and forth as he tries to think of an

answer. “Yes, it does involve you in some way.”

“Oh,” I reply, my heart filling heavy with dread.


He doesn’t say anything more but chooses to gaze into the

depths of the fire with the embers rising. I stare into the

fire myself for a moment, then as usual I get distracted. As I

stare off in the opposite direction, the candles go out one by

one.

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Saved By The Falcon (Screenplay)

EXT. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE SIDE OF A COBBLESTONE ROAD – AFTERNOON

[A teenager [male] opens his eyes. He’s lying on his back. It’s obvious that he has been previously knocked out]

[Still groggy, he sits up. He looks around]

a sword lies on the ground a few feet away.

[He crawls over the sword and picks it up.]

[He sits back on the ground running his fingers along the blade]

EXT. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE SIDE OF A COBBLESTONE ROAD- EARLIER THAT DAY- FLASHBACK

Figures with long black cloaks that hide their faces. A girl in a red dress with a black cape. The teenager swinging the sword. Himself being knocked down. A rider on horseback riding in. A bright flash of light...

EXT. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE SIDE OF A COBBLESTONE ROAD – AFTERNOON- PRESENT

[Trembling, the teenager gets to his feet. He’s a bit unbalanced and has to steady himself.]

[Footsteps can be heard coming closer and closer]

[The teenager gets in a defensive position, his sword at the ready]

[Three teenagers (two boys and one girl) come up the road. They walk towards the teenager]


LIAM

Who are you?

CONNOR

Connor. Who might you and your companions be?

LIAM

The name’s Liam. The others are Riku and Cecile.

RIKU

Hello.

[Cecile nods in Connor’s direction]

CONNOR

Well it’s great to meet you.

CECILE

Why weren’t you at the coronation?

LIAM

[giving her a warning look] Cecile...

CONNOR

I was headed over but I was attacked.

[Cecile, Liam and Riku exchange looks]

CONNOR

What? What is it?

RIKU

Connor, the Shadow Demons launched an attack on the palace.

CONNOR

Are Cedric and Mariposa okay?

LIAM

The thing is.... Cedric and Mariposa are gone.

CECILE

Convenient, isn’t it?

RIKU

Were your attackers Shadow Demons per chance?

CONNOR

Yes but their numbers were hardly enough to attack the palace and succeed.

LIAM

How many were there?

CONNOR

Three to five maybe. There was also a woman in a red dress with them.

RIKU

Well that’s interesting.

CONNOR

So what brings you three out here anyway?

LIAM

We have to scout the neighboring villages to see if anything happened elsewhere.

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CONNOR

Mind if I join you?

[Cecile opens her mouth to protest but Alex sushes her]

LIAM

Sounds like a good idea. Strength in numbers.

RIKU

Alex, Connor said himself that the Shadow Demons knocked him out. I don’t think it’s very wise to...

LIAM

Well he seems fine now. You are okay right?

CONNOR

[smiles] Of course I am. It’s not as though I suffered any flesh wounds.

[Forced laughs from Cecile, Riku and Liam]


Returning Home

Will we make it home tonight?

We almost lost our sense of light.

Do we flee or do we stand and fight?

Will death claim us in the tide

Or will we live to see the sunrise?

No matter what, I’ll be by your side

My brother, my friend.

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Never Wanted

The prince who turned traitor

Never wanted the throne

The beast that is locked in a cell

Never wanted to hurt anyone

The girl who sells her body for a living

Never wanted to be so desperate

The man working in the fields

Never wanted to be a slave

The teenager who poisons her body

Never wanted be addicted

The man looking to provide

Never wanted to smuggle

The pirate on the high seas

Never wanted to steal

The gunman in the night

Never wanted to pull the trigger

And the soldier who set out for war

Never wanted to die

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