So, Creative Writing Post #3. This one involved a gap of twenty years. The treehouse I describe is actually real. My grandparent's house in Napa had a huge gum tree behind some old dog pens. We had a tire swing, a board with a rope, and we nailed shelves up with abandoned tools and filled empty bottles up with the water from the creek. Dang, I miss ( Read more... )

Creative Writing project post #2: This one was for Chekov's gun, which is a literary device where something inconspicuous shows up at the beginning, then becomes significant later. Mine is the mallet. (This is a kinda sad story too. Just warning people.)

Mr. Accountant

It was the same every year. He would always stand in the corner, sipping at his ( Read more... )

Ok, so I'm taking a Creative Writing class in college, which I really love, because our teacher is a grad student with bleached blonde hair and a pink streak in the back. She gives us good 'portfolio' assignments, which is basically a general prompt, and lets us go. But she hasn't looked at any of my stories yet, and I wanted to see what others ( Read more... )