I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play.
Alright. So school's been a pain and such. ACT today...my 3rd time. Let's see how that goes. College scares me. People expect a lot from me, or maybe I just think they do, and I'm deathly afraid of not being able to meet their expectations. My list of colleges I'm applying to contains nowhere that I'm for all intents and purposes guaranteed admission. All the colleges are highly competitive. And I'm good, but am I good enough? -ponders-
Anyway. I'm trying to get myself writing again. First, I think I must say that I do like writing, but I'm no good at it. But I want to get better, so I'm going to write more. So I combined my love of writing with my love of six word memoirs. Looking through the book I have of them, I picked 150 of my favorites, and I'm going to try and write a story of sorts for all of them. It might not be a full fledged story. Actually, it probably isn't going to be. Expect drabbles, haikus, 1K fics, two sentences, whatever. I don't know. I just want to practice writing.
And I'm going to post them here, under the LJ cut. And if you don't mind, I'd love it if you could give them a glance and tell me what I can do to improve. I can't think of anything more beneficial than concrit. So... if you could... please?
Anywho. [I just realized that all of these paragraph things start with the letter A. Hum.] On to the writing:
121. rockin’, geekin’, oversexed whimsical faerie boy.
The first time you see him is in history class. The textbook sits in his lap, propped upside down against the desk. He plays air guitar behind the book, his hands flying in motions you wish you understood. You realize you’ve been staring for a bit too long when his eyes catch yours. You open your mouth to say introduce yourself, because that’s what polite people do when they meet someone new. But he presses a finger against his lips and smiles, but, no, it’s so much more than just a smile. The curve of his lips defies description, and you realize that it is a better introduction to the boy next to you than words could ever be.
You don’t try to think about it all morning, but he’s there in your mind, because he’s not something that you want forget. Though you doubt you could even if you tried.
He sits down in front of you during lunch, tilting his head as if to ask you if that would be alright. You nod. A lot. Is it silly to say that the roar of the cafeteria seemed far away when he sat down and smiled? You suppose it’s quite irrational to feel this way but there you go.
You sit there in silence, munching pensively on your French fries. He sits in front of you, tossing his apple in the air. The two new students to this school. In a school this big, it’s quite easy to overlook people, especially new students. He’s not going to be overlooked.
call it a fantasy, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up having the entire school in the palm of his hand, this boy with the air guitar.
“I’m Seth,” He offered, and you nod for a moment before you remember that this is when you should offer your own name in return. So You do, and he nods, and the moment is on the good side of perfect. Because this boy, Seth, is someone who will change your life and you think you know that. Or maybe you hope you do, but the difference doesn’t matter anyway. ~
I think that prompt might lead to a more developed story/character eventually. But for now, this is it.
2. Lost virginity in white van. Irony?
It was yet another of those events in life that probably shouldn’t have happened but did. My first time was not romantic, ideal or enjoyable, But The stares we received as we climbed out the back of that white van, looking thoroughly debauched, were worth every awkward fumble and mishap. ~
Anyway. I'm trying to get myself writing again. First, I think I must say that I do like writing, but I'm no good at it. But I want to get better, so I'm going to write more. So I combined my love of writing with my love of six word memoirs. Looking through the book I have of them, I picked 150 of my favorites, and I'm going to try and write a story of sorts for all of them. It might not be a full fledged story. Actually, it probably isn't going to be. Expect drabbles, haikus, 1K fics, two sentences, whatever. I don't know. I just want to practice writing.
And I'm going to post them here, under the LJ cut. And if you don't mind, I'd love it if you could give them a glance and tell me what I can do to improve. I can't think of anything more beneficial than concrit. So... if you could... please?
Anywho. [I just realized that all of these paragraph things start with the letter A. Hum.] On to the writing:
121. rockin’, geekin’, oversexed whimsical faerie boy.
The first time you see him is in history class. The textbook sits in his lap, propped upside down against the desk. He plays air guitar behind the book, his hands flying in motions you wish you understood. You realize you’ve been staring for a bit too long when his eyes catch yours. You open your mouth to say introduce yourself, because that’s what polite people do when they meet someone new. But he presses a finger against his lips and smiles, but, no, it’s so much more than just a smile. The curve of his lips defies description, and you realize that it is a better introduction to the boy next to you than words could ever be.
You don’t try to think about it all morning, but he’s there in your mind, because he’s not something that you want forget. Though you doubt you could even if you tried.
He sits down in front of you during lunch, tilting his head as if to ask you if that would be alright. You nod. A lot. Is it silly to say that the roar of the cafeteria seemed far away when he sat down and smiled? You suppose it’s quite irrational to feel this way but there you go.
You sit there in silence, munching pensively on your French fries. He sits in front of you, tossing his apple in the air. The two new students to this school. In a school this big, it’s quite easy to overlook people, especially new students. He’s not going to be overlooked.
call it a fantasy, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up having the entire school in the palm of his hand, this boy with the air guitar.
“I’m Seth,” He offered, and you nod for a moment before you remember that this is when you should offer your own name in return. So You do, and he nods, and the moment is on the good side of perfect. Because this boy, Seth, is someone who will change your life and you think you know that. Or maybe you hope you do, but the difference doesn’t matter anyway. ~
I think that prompt might lead to a more developed story/character eventually. But for now, this is it.
2. Lost virginity in white van. Irony?
It was yet another of those events in life that probably shouldn’t have happened but did. My first time was not romantic, ideal or enjoyable, But The stares we received as we climbed out the back of that white van, looking thoroughly debauched, were worth every awkward fumble and mishap. ~