So, this semester I was in a class on Tolkien, Pullman, and their literary roots. For my final project, I elected to do a creative piece. This is what resulted.

Author's Note: This story features numerous rapid jumps forward in chronology, leaping from plot point to plot point. The stories of the intermediary journeying is left as an exercise for ( Read more... )

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“I want to travel,” she tells me ( Read more... )

The front door clicks quietly open, snapping Alice’s attention up from her now-lukewarm morning coffee ( Read more... )

Creative writing is club! Which makes writing exercises! Yay! I'm quite happy with how this one came out. (It's a ten-words thing.)

( Rehearsal )

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On the first day, the writer picks up his pen and stares at the blank page, unsure of what to say. His words are jumbled, unsure, unclear, a tangled mess of ideas and thoughts and characters. He is a writer in heart, but not yet in mind.
On the fiftieth day, the writer puts his pen to page, ready to try something new. He is ready to experiment, ( Read more... )

closure
It’s a very satisfying last day. I say my goodbyes to the kids-a sentimental speech, that almost makes Remi cry. Ten thousand hugs. I tell Graduation Day to Eli and Noah and Pythe.
With the last of the kids gone, we clean. Everything gets scoured, everything gets put away. I get to run up and jump onto the back of a truck as it’s driving away ( Read more... )

summer romance

We’ve just finished the all-staff photo, at the end of the formal dinner. A handful of campers are still inside the dining hall as I walk in. Bridget catches my eye, and I walk up to her, standing alongside the younger Noah. The two lovebirds look as adorably awkward as always, but are particularly resplendent tonight in their formal ( Read more... )

lifting

I think the most exciting find, for me, was the huge stash of tiki torches, and the half-dozen jugs of fuel for them.
It’s the end of summer, which means we clean up everything. Mish, unlike previous Directors, actually believes that means EVERYTHING. So we’re winding up cleaning out years’ worth of old things. This morning was devoted to the ( Read more... )

memories

“No, I just… it’s so weird that I don’t, you know?” Devin frowns.
“I had the yellow vest in those days already. Hair out to here.” I hold my hands out to the side of my head.
“I mean, it was my first year. I was an A, it’s crazy I remember anything at all.”
I nod. “So who do you remember?”
“Well, I remember Sammy and Hillary and Gabe and Megan ( Read more... )