Iris Harris
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An aspiring novelist. I enjoy writing ghost, horror, and drama. Occassionally, I dabble with some essays. You can find more of my work with the link below:
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Jungle Expedition for Beauty
Raindrops beat down upon my head relentlessly, drenching my hat completely. I’d give anything for an umbrella to protect me from the downpour, but I need to focus on my mission. I have been sent into the heart of the jungle to retrieve a precious treasure and walk cautiously through the dense foliage, hoping not to attract any attention to me. The last thing I need is an armada of animals to attack me to abolishment.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit of Love
“This pic, right here. This one is my favorite,” Maria smiles, holding an iPad and pointing to a picture of three young women, sitting in the sky-blue colored booth of a Denny’s restaurant. Maria sat in the middle, with her long curly brown hair. Her middle school best friend Bridget, a slender Asian American, sits on her right. Imani, an African American woman wearing a graduation cap, is on her left. All three have radiating smiles, basking in liberation from college.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Annual Assessment of Students
She loathed the state mandated test. It measured a fraction of what students actually learned. The school’s administration changed and brought a different instructional strategy. She was allowed to implement it and create a curriculum to support the student’s learning in the classroom. Test day arrived. She sat and observed the students scrawling on paper; working out each problem diligently. One by one, they completed the test. She anxiously waited for the scores to drop, analyzing each child’s performance and comparing it to their previous year’s results. Joy radiated on her face seeing the success of her students.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
A Small Moment Battle
It is always hard to believe how a destructive event can open an unexpected path in life. To this day, I am grateful it occurred because I may not be sitting here in front of my iPad, recalling the events of that year in the 90s. It all began with a knock on the door, one month before my senior year began.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Journal
Macrocosm Airlines
“Welcome to Macrocosm Airlines and be ready to fly the universe!” The eye-catching slogan of the newest airlines. There was a drawing for their grand opening celebration, and I was lucky to win a free flight to a destination of my choice. Now, 300 meters in the air, I am enjoying the perks of the airlines in a small aircraft. I turn to my window seat-mate, excitement bursting from my eyes.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Horror
Let Children be Children
As a child, we all loved to watch cartoons and shows geared to children. Usually around the age of 5, we become aware of the other message these shows relay. A message that may or may not be intentional by the writers, but nonetheless an important message. Romance is between a man and a woman; boy and girl, whether it is a TV show or movie. As a child, we accepted the terms. We understood it was normal for a boy to fall in love with a girl or vice versa. These shows would support the idea by occasionally displaying a kiss scene with two characters of opposite genders, or families with both a mother and a father. When reality meets with media examples, it validated relationships. Additionally, parents and family members begin joking about having a boyfriend/girlfriend. Eventually, friends would too. Everyone waits for the day when the child matures, and announces their love interest to someone of the opposite gender. This is the norm. It is what most people expect and want for their child. It has been the norm before television and motion pictures were introduced. The media has only reinforced this ideology.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Pride
The Last Weekend at Home. Top Story - April 2023.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I should have noticed it earlier, but I was too obsessed with my own dashing looks to even consider it. If I had not been so fixated on my chestnut colored hair, dreamy chai colored eyes, and strong European features, I may have been able to stop what eventually overtook my life. I may have been able to avoid being chained to a reality that mirrored what I had grown up in. If only…
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Horror
