Creative Writing Exercises
Here's a few exercises I did for my Creative Writing course. My professor is so nice, she's letting me fic for the class! ♥
Title: An Early Memory
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 650
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, vague mentions of Dean's family
Summary/Prompt: Prompt 2a: an early memory
His mother always told him that angels were watching over him. He’d believed it; same as he’d believed in the strength of his father’s arms, the sweet taste of his mother’s pies, and the warm safety of his family’s home.
He’d stopped believing, after the fire.
After all, how safe was their home, when warmth had erupted into deadly heat; how sweet would pies ever taste again, without his mother around to make them; how strong could his father’s arms be if his father foisted his little brother into his small arms instead?
How could there be such a benevolent force as a guardian angel, when his entire world was upended in a single night?
After hell, he was skeptical; a holy tax accountant? Really?
But, slowly, he began to believe.
Not in god, or angels - plural; but in a single angel, he started to have faith.
Then, with his father killed, his brother sucking demons dry like popping tic tacks, the End - capital - approaching, and his one friend losing his wings, his birthday came; though he honestly hadn’t celebrated it in decades, hell or no hell.
That night, while he dreamt, his friend appeared. This not a strange occurrence, he offered the other a beer. The once-angel declined rudely, but that’s how he was - blunt and socially inept. Instead, his friend stepped into his personal space and grabbed his hand; again, rude. Also embarrassing, as they weren’t chicks - that was his brother’s territory.
Before he could protest, the scenery changed.
He’d be hard-pressed to describe the prior setting, as that’s how dreams are, but the new was as clear and sharp as if it actually stood before him. A house.
The house.
It was night, and his stomach clenched with dread. He demanded answers, but his friend remained silent, his expression sad. His friend had difficulty expressing emotion at the best of times, and seeing it had caused him such anxiety that his gorge rose.
The scene changed; they were inside.
He tried to pull his hand away, suddenly desperate to leave; he didn’t want to see.
His friend ignored it and pulled him up the stairs by his captured hand as if he were a reluctant child. The once-angel tugged him gently into his old room to find -
His friend, but not as he knew him.
A mass of light; swirls of color and shadow and faces and feathers -
And himself.
A child, asleep; young and still innocent.
He heard his father’s yell from down the hall, pulling his attention away from his friend’s true form hovering over his child self, and his throat closed up in fear. He expected the young him to wake and run down the hall, as he remembered, but the boy refused to wake.
He felt panic bubbling up - would his younger self be consumed in the fire? What would happen to his brother? Why-
His friend’s past self - and how could he have forgotten that being of light and beauty that was the angel’s true form? - lowered a paw-claw-tentacle-hand of light to the child’s forehead, and his past self woke with a startled gasp, stumbling out of bed towards another cry.
He gaped in disbelief as his friend’s past self looked at them - straight at them! - with a solemn nod before turning to follow the boy down the hall.
The memory melted and reformed. They were outside.
He watched, heart in his throat, as his child self ran out of the burning building, his infant brother clutched tightly to his chest.
A glowing being followed, shielding their small heads with massive wings of shadow.
The scene faded. He woke with a choking sound, turning to find his friend seated on the edge of his bed, watching him.
“You,” he croaked, “you were there?”
The corners of his angel’s mouth tilted up in a subtle smile, eyes inhumanly blue.
“I am here.”
Title: I'm at a Loss
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 140
Characters/Pairing: Bobby, Dean, Sam, Castiel
Summary/Prompt: Prompt: begin with I’m at a loss and write for 10 minutes
“I’m at a loss,” Bobby grumbled, scratching his head. “I’ve no idea how this could have happened, boy. How do you get yourself into these situations?”
“I don’t know, man!” Dean yelled, glaring at Sam when his brother seemed about to open his mouth, “nothing out of you.” He groused warningly.
Sam ignored it, “I was just going to say, maybe you should call Cas.” He pouted.
Dean’s glare wavered into confusion. “What? Why?”
Sam was silent and looked at Bobby. Bobby raised an eyebrow. Both looked at Dean, then back at each other.
“What?” Dean shouted.
“Well,” Sam dithered, “you know. Maybe… he’d know why.”
Dean pinched his brow to keep himself from screaming nonsensically. “How, in the hell, would Cas know how I got knocked up?”
There was a flutter of feathers in the following, embarrassed silence.
“Hello Dean.”
Title: I Remember
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 165
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, vague mention of Sam
Warnings/Spoilers: Some speculation about 7x17
Summary/Prompt: Prompt: fit a short story onto a 3x5inch postcard
They found him in a psych-ward a few months after discovering how to get rid of the leviathans.
Castiel; all dark hair and blue eyes and stubble - their Cas.
At the same time, though, not their Cas.
He had no memory from before waking up by the reservoir.
Still. He was one of theirs and they claimed him, taking him with them and slowly teaching him how to be human.
He took slightly after Jimmy, with an affinity for red meat, but he took to humanity well enough in general.
He got hit on at a bar, about a year after they found him, and Dean couldn’t breathe through the jealousy.
That night, he kissed Cas.
Shortly after, they made love.
They were happy.
One day, as Cas was enthusiastically sucking a hickey into the inside of Dean’s thigh, “you taste so good,” he moaned. “I remember now.”
“Yeah?” Dean gasped.
“Yes,” he answered,
“I won’t go back to purgatory; I like it here.”
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Title: An Early Memory
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 650
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, vague mentions of Dean's family
Summary/Prompt: Prompt 2a: an early memory
His mother always told him that angels were watching over him. He’d believed it; same as he’d believed in the strength of his father’s arms, the sweet taste of his mother’s pies, and the warm safety of his family’s home.
He’d stopped believing, after the fire.
After all, how safe was their home, when warmth had erupted into deadly heat; how sweet would pies ever taste again, without his mother around to make them; how strong could his father’s arms be if his father foisted his little brother into his small arms instead?
How could there be such a benevolent force as a guardian angel, when his entire world was upended in a single night?
After hell, he was skeptical; a holy tax accountant? Really?
But, slowly, he began to believe.
Not in god, or angels - plural; but in a single angel, he started to have faith.
Then, with his father killed, his brother sucking demons dry like popping tic tacks, the End - capital - approaching, and his one friend losing his wings, his birthday came; though he honestly hadn’t celebrated it in decades, hell or no hell.
That night, while he dreamt, his friend appeared. This not a strange occurrence, he offered the other a beer. The once-angel declined rudely, but that’s how he was - blunt and socially inept. Instead, his friend stepped into his personal space and grabbed his hand; again, rude. Also embarrassing, as they weren’t chicks - that was his brother’s territory.
Before he could protest, the scenery changed.
He’d be hard-pressed to describe the prior setting, as that’s how dreams are, but the new was as clear and sharp as if it actually stood before him. A house.
The house.
It was night, and his stomach clenched with dread. He demanded answers, but his friend remained silent, his expression sad. His friend had difficulty expressing emotion at the best of times, and seeing it had caused him such anxiety that his gorge rose.
The scene changed; they were inside.
He tried to pull his hand away, suddenly desperate to leave; he didn’t want to see.
His friend ignored it and pulled him up the stairs by his captured hand as if he were a reluctant child. The once-angel tugged him gently into his old room to find -
His friend, but not as he knew him.
A mass of light; swirls of color and shadow and faces and feathers -
And himself.
A child, asleep; young and still innocent.
He heard his father’s yell from down the hall, pulling his attention away from his friend’s true form hovering over his child self, and his throat closed up in fear. He expected the young him to wake and run down the hall, as he remembered, but the boy refused to wake.
He felt panic bubbling up - would his younger self be consumed in the fire? What would happen to his brother? Why-
His friend’s past self - and how could he have forgotten that being of light and beauty that was the angel’s true form? - lowered a paw-claw-tentacle-hand of light to the child’s forehead, and his past self woke with a startled gasp, stumbling out of bed towards another cry.
He gaped in disbelief as his friend’s past self looked at them - straight at them! - with a solemn nod before turning to follow the boy down the hall.
The memory melted and reformed. They were outside.
He watched, heart in his throat, as his child self ran out of the burning building, his infant brother clutched tightly to his chest.
A glowing being followed, shielding their small heads with massive wings of shadow.
The scene faded. He woke with a choking sound, turning to find his friend seated on the edge of his bed, watching him.
“You,” he croaked, “you were there?”
The corners of his angel’s mouth tilted up in a subtle smile, eyes inhumanly blue.
“I am here.”
Title: I'm at a Loss
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 140
Characters/Pairing: Bobby, Dean, Sam, Castiel
Summary/Prompt: Prompt: begin with I’m at a loss and write for 10 minutes
“I’m at a loss,” Bobby grumbled, scratching his head. “I’ve no idea how this could have happened, boy. How do you get yourself into these situations?”
“I don’t know, man!” Dean yelled, glaring at Sam when his brother seemed about to open his mouth, “nothing out of you.” He groused warningly.
Sam ignored it, “I was just going to say, maybe you should call Cas.” He pouted.
Dean’s glare wavered into confusion. “What? Why?”
Sam was silent and looked at Bobby. Bobby raised an eyebrow. Both looked at Dean, then back at each other.
“What?” Dean shouted.
“Well,” Sam dithered, “you know. Maybe… he’d know why.”
Dean pinched his brow to keep himself from screaming nonsensically. “How, in the hell, would Cas know how I got knocked up?”
There was a flutter of feathers in the following, embarrassed silence.
“Hello Dean.”
Title: I Remember
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 165
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, vague mention of Sam
Warnings/Spoilers: Some speculation about 7x17
Summary/Prompt: Prompt: fit a short story onto a 3x5inch postcard
They found him in a psych-ward a few months after discovering how to get rid of the leviathans.
Castiel; all dark hair and blue eyes and stubble - their Cas.
At the same time, though, not their Cas.
He had no memory from before waking up by the reservoir.
Still. He was one of theirs and they claimed him, taking him with them and slowly teaching him how to be human.
He took slightly after Jimmy, with an affinity for red meat, but he took to humanity well enough in general.
He got hit on at a bar, about a year after they found him, and Dean couldn’t breathe through the jealousy.
That night, he kissed Cas.
Shortly after, they made love.
They were happy.
One day, as Cas was enthusiastically sucking a hickey into the inside of Dean’s thigh, “you taste so good,” he moaned. “I remember now.”
“Yeah?” Dean gasped.
“Yes,” he answered,
“I won’t go back to purgatory; I like it here.”
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