Nick Huffman Memorial Scholarship

As a small child I have always been captivated by cartoons and anime. I am greatly passionate about being a storyteller. My novel is on Tapas, as well as my comic. Eventually I want to tap into having my own podcast and I want to produce/own a cartoon by the time I am thirty-two. A few passions I have are gardening, arts and crafts, and writing. I want to be a part of the cartoon/anime itself by bringing life to a character by voicing them. I have been in Drama one and two during my time in high school. I know about acting and the tactics of not just getting into character, but becoming that entity in general. I don’t normally share this with people other than my mother, but my dreams drive me. ‘Dreams’ as in when I go to sleep and travel into my surreal unconsciousness. The creativity and science fiction vibe of my dreams gives me the fuel to leave a legacy of stories. A taste of my work would be a dream I wrote down. “The grass was cool and damped due to the previous night shower. I just escaped to the woods out of breath and low on water; the darkness is a fast mother, I looked ahead of me and I noticed a giant mushroom-like house up in front of me. The moon was shining so bright and seemed to be the size of five elephants. As I am running, I see a bunch of stepped on sunflowers. Someone must’ve come this way too, I thought. I was already at the mushroom house. It was red with white dots and had a brown door with two medium size windows. The blinds were open, so you could see the kitchen from six feet away. Strangely enough I blinked then I was in the living room of the creepy home. I somehow had a cooking knife in my right hand and there was a stone cold body lying face flat on the floor. The windows burst open due to heavy winds and you could hear thunder. These strange monsters walked in. The lightning struck the power pole so the lights just would not come on. The monsters see me and start yelling in their native language. I looked to my upper right and saw a dark shadow in a witches’ cloaked hood. One of the monsters sprinted towards me and stood there with my knees shaking. Right when I need a weapon, the knife leaves my hand and somehow ends up in the back of the body that’s on the floor. The second monster just kept on shouting while the first one was attacking poor ole me. I then shout, “Stop! Leave me alone, I did nothing wrong.” I rush over to the open windows and try to jump out. The second monster almost grabbed me. I cut my leg on the broken pieces of glass that were sticking out of the window. I fell on the grass. It's raining now and the monsters are streaking in anger. I was so paralyzed with fear that I just lied there on the wet grass. Seconds went by until I was able to come to reality again. By that time the monsters walked out the front door and slowly crept up towards me. I scoot back away from where I fell then I slowly stood up. I was in pain from the injury. Scared that I was going to lose too much blood in front of the dangerous creatures, I tried to run as fast as I could.”