Dana Jones

Born and raised in Los Angeles, Dana has always had a passion for writing ever since she was a little girl. "Life is filled with ups and downs, and writing was a way to release built-up emotions." For Dana, writing has helped establish her sense of self, and she hopes her work can help others achieve the same experience. She is now finishing up classes at West Los Angeles College, and is going to pursue her education at Howard University in Washington, D.C., as a psychology major, and she plans to minor in Journalism.


Weary Eyes, Don't Cry

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"The little girl vanishes quickly like a rocket in the sky."

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Echoes of silence grow louder.

"Why must you cry, little girl?"

No answer.

"Who left you here all alone? Where are your parents? What is your name?"

She backs away in a corner. She doesn't know what to do or say.

"I won't hurt you, come to me."

The little girl vanishes quickly like a rocket in the sky. She didn't know why this had happened. It had only been a few days.

Three days prior, John and Kassie are celebrating their anniversary. June 25, 2007. Long-stem roses, a big bright box with a giant bow.

"Oh, my God, John, I told you not to get me anything."

"I know, but I just thought..."

"Thought what?"

"Well, I'm just happy I met you. My life wouldn't be this way if I didn't have you in it."

She sits in the corner, eyes wallowing like big water buckets. Trembling with fear, she watches as he comes closer.

"NO!" she screams. "Don't you come near me."

Driving down a mountain top road, the lanes were narrow. Big bright lights flashing. BEEP BEEEEEP.

"Aw, John, I love you."

Darker than dark on a midsummer's night. Sirens flourishing through the smoke. Were they not to return home? Everything had been so perfect. Rushing to the hospital, silence overtook them. Doctors standing in astonishment, they had never seen anything like this before.

Lying there so still, John and Kassie holding hands, only to be pronounced dead. 3:56 a.m., everything had vanished. Darkness overcame all of the lights.

Troubled little girl, scared in a corner. Eyes wallowing like big water buckets. There she sits, wondering WHY…?


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