speed-writing
The Writers site on Stack Exchange has a weekly writing challenge -- somebody throws out a topic, you write for ten minutes, and then share what you've got. I decided to try it this week. The topic was "high school crush".
He opened his eyes to the cacophony of voices. Faces came into focus -- Mr. Jacobson, a man in uniform -- wait, police? -- and a giant towering over him. Was that the truck driver? He tried to clear the fog from his brain as he reached up and brushed broken glass from his hair.
"Don't try to move; you're hurt", someone behind him said. Another face came into view, a man wearing glasses in which flashing red lights were reflected. "We'll get you out of there, hold on", the stranger said.
Hands pulled him free of a jumble of metal and glass, pulled him onto a stretcher. "No wait, I'm ok", he said as he tried to stand, wobbled, and fell back. He noticed for the first time the shooting pain.
He returned that afternoon, swaying on crutches into his chemistry class. Darn, he said, couldn't they have taken another 45 minutes at the ER? He hated this class, his last of the day.
Just before the bell the speakers crackled, calling the class to attention. "Driver ed is cancelled tomorrow due to mechanical issues", the voice said. Mechanical issues, eh? No, no amount of body work was going to fix that crushed mess; they were going to need a new car.
What, you were expecting romance?
He opened his eyes to the cacophony of voices. Faces came into focus -- Mr. Jacobson, a man in uniform -- wait, police? -- and a giant towering over him. Was that the truck driver? He tried to clear the fog from his brain as he reached up and brushed broken glass from his hair.
"Don't try to move; you're hurt", someone behind him said. Another face came into view, a man wearing glasses in which flashing red lights were reflected. "We'll get you out of there, hold on", the stranger said.
Hands pulled him free of a jumble of metal and glass, pulled him onto a stretcher. "No wait, I'm ok", he said as he tried to stand, wobbled, and fell back. He noticed for the first time the shooting pain.
He returned that afternoon, swaying on crutches into his chemistry class. Darn, he said, couldn't they have taken another 45 minutes at the ER? He hated this class, his last of the day.
Just before the bell the speakers crackled, calling the class to attention. "Driver ed is cancelled tomorrow due to mechanical issues", the voice said. Mechanical issues, eh? No, no amount of body work was going to fix that crushed mess; they were going to need a new car.
What, you were expecting romance?