Something I just finished AN HOUR AGO. SERIOUSLY.

Because it's not like I'm posting stuff here that I'm ready to submit to publication. This was intended to just have my desperate attempts at original stuff, half-finished stuff and really bad stuff (*cough*lastsemester), etc. So I just wrote this.  I had a very certain mood I wanted to capture, and ( Read more... )

ZOMG.

I just wrote something. (Original.) And I freaking like it.

(When has this happened before? Pretty much never!)

It's for an assignment - due tomorrow, naturally, though I actually wrote the first two parts last week (the night before I thought it was due). I'll put the part I'm excited about on top, though.

(Do not ask any questions. There ( Read more... )

Our professor gave us a prompt to "capture a picture" - show the entire narrative behind it, in just a couple pages. It's funny, I started mine about one a.m. the day it was due - and I had also just started my NaNo novel (yes, I'm doing that for the first time), so it was an abrupt switch and I actually had to catch myself: WHOA, this is not just ( Read more... )

“Hi Sarah, I’m so glad to finally meet you. Thanks so much for coming in today, I really do appreciate how hard it must have been for you.  Can I get you a soda?  I have some cookies over here -“

“No.”

“All right.  …Do you like that painting?”

“I didn’t come here to talk about a painting.”

“No, but it might help ease the atmosphere a ( Read more... )

            Nita had already relaxed and begun to think of other issues in the immediate future, such as classes, as a group of her new floor mates walked back to the dorm.

“By the way, Nita, I love your shirt.”

Nita did not even know her name.

“It’s very pretty,” agreed another.  “Goes well with those pants.”

Nita could not remember any names ( Read more... )

Just wrote this a few weeks ago for my Writing class.  We were restricted to two to three pages (double-spaced), and our prompt was change: as subtle and creative as we could make it.  I thought long and hard, and am rather proud with at least the idea I came up with.

Eric Bunyards sighed as he reached the bottom of the stairs, watching the gray ( Read more... )