A Walk in the Rain
For my creative writing class, I had to write the beginning sentance to a story. Then I passed it to the next person, and it went around the whole room. So each person added their own sentance. This is how my story turned it. It is pretty interesting.
Her car was parked at the furthest end of the school, it was down pouring, she had no umbrella and she was 15 minutes late for class. She quickly lit her cigarette and ran, cursing the rain gods the whole way through the parking lot. She ran into the guy she has been eyeing for the last week, stopped, continued on her way and fell face first in the mud. She pulled herself up and, trying to maintain the smallest bit of dignity she could in front of her audience, composed herself the best she could. “Hi,” she said sheepishly, “I’ve been hoping to meet you, but not under these circumstances.” The brown ooze started dripping from her nose and when she went to wipe it off her hand, smeared it further into her face. She nervously wiped it away as she went to continue her speech when a horrible thought came to her mind. Maybe she should pull out her knife and kill him, he was handsome. Because she herself had all the appeal of a zit-faced warthog, she enjoyed killing handsome people. It gave her “that kind of joy” to see their perfect faces, all distorted. Not that she likes playing with faces per se, she does dabble in a bit of Coprophagia from time to time. Her crush saw her mudded hand reach for a knife, and he quickly pulled out his own samurai sword, cutting off her antlers. Infuriated, she used her knife - Lorena Bobbit style.
There is no PG ending to this.
Her car was parked at the furthest end of the school, it was down pouring, she had no umbrella and she was 15 minutes late for class. She quickly lit her cigarette and ran, cursing the rain gods the whole way through the parking lot. She ran into the guy she has been eyeing for the last week, stopped, continued on her way and fell face first in the mud. She pulled herself up and, trying to maintain the smallest bit of dignity she could in front of her audience, composed herself the best she could. “Hi,” she said sheepishly, “I’ve been hoping to meet you, but not under these circumstances.” The brown ooze started dripping from her nose and when she went to wipe it off her hand, smeared it further into her face. She nervously wiped it away as she went to continue her speech when a horrible thought came to her mind. Maybe she should pull out her knife and kill him, he was handsome. Because she herself had all the appeal of a zit-faced warthog, she enjoyed killing handsome people. It gave her “that kind of joy” to see their perfect faces, all distorted. Not that she likes playing with faces per se, she does dabble in a bit of Coprophagia from time to time. Her crush saw her mudded hand reach for a knife, and he quickly pulled out his own samurai sword, cutting off her antlers. Infuriated, she used her knife - Lorena Bobbit style.
There is no PG ending to this.