Writing Portfolio

My Name Vignette

My name has never fit in. It was a pet name for Mathieson during the medieval era. My name is awkward. It is like the pale moon within a clear day's blue sky. It is a common name with many faces. My name has inspired many in history because of James Madison and Madison Grant. Sometimes I wonder if my name is even mine.

In Colorado, my name was a sour taste in my mouth. It was a spoiled food, never quite getting the attention it needed. It was oil, fueling fires beyond its control. It was the haze of smoke leftover from those fires, filling and choking lungs. It was the mystery of forgotten love. My name was a crow upon my shoulder.

My name is the strumming of guitars, an ever-changing rhythm deep within your soul. My name is the soil of the earth. It is the beginning of what's to come, be it great or sorrowful. It is a pathway being craved out each and every day. It is the calling in your soul.

My name is a woven and patched up shirt that I made my own. Even if I was given a chance to change my name, I wouldn't. My name is like a flaming tiger, full of fierce fury and power. It has the power to split the ocean in half and to influence people. My name is important to me. 

A/N: I wrote this for my Ela class and it is being used as an example next year. I'm pretty proud of this.