the test is over
Pieces of stories I started and will never finish because they're terrible:
1. A boy and girl, both teenagers, both born and raised in Chinatown. They skipped school and are spending the morning at the outdoor basketball court. "Take off your shirt and put your left hand behind your back," she commanded when they got to the court. He obeyed. She handed him the basketball and he began to shoot with his left arm behind his back. She fetched the ball every time, playing it cool while he watched her run for the ball and stealing hopeful glances while he concentrated on the hoop. His hairless torso glowed in the mid-morning light.
2. A girl is getting dumped by the guy she's seeing. She slowly stirs her bowl of noodle soup with a soup spoon while he explains that he has too many conflicting feelings in his head. Her eyes remain fixed on the globules of duck fat floating at the soup's surface. He touches her wrist and apologizes once more, but she doesn't feel or hear anything at all. The piece of duck gives off an oily glint as the skin reflects the fluorescent lights overhead, flipping and capsizing beneath a bed of slimy yellow noodles while her heart and pride sink to her stomach.
3. Heartbroken and out of shape, I accidentally walk in on a local taichi class at the YMCA. Through teamwork, perseverance, and natural talent, I become a master. I join a world-famous traveling taichi troupe, and all of the boys who ever broke my heart regretted it and missed me and cried into their pillows at night.
1. A boy and girl, both teenagers, both born and raised in Chinatown. They skipped school and are spending the morning at the outdoor basketball court. "Take off your shirt and put your left hand behind your back," she commanded when they got to the court. He obeyed. She handed him the basketball and he began to shoot with his left arm behind his back. She fetched the ball every time, playing it cool while he watched her run for the ball and stealing hopeful glances while he concentrated on the hoop. His hairless torso glowed in the mid-morning light.
2. A girl is getting dumped by the guy she's seeing. She slowly stirs her bowl of noodle soup with a soup spoon while he explains that he has too many conflicting feelings in his head. Her eyes remain fixed on the globules of duck fat floating at the soup's surface. He touches her wrist and apologizes once more, but she doesn't feel or hear anything at all. The piece of duck gives off an oily glint as the skin reflects the fluorescent lights overhead, flipping and capsizing beneath a bed of slimy yellow noodles while her heart and pride sink to her stomach.
3. Heartbroken and out of shape, I accidentally walk in on a local taichi class at the YMCA. Through teamwork, perseverance, and natural talent, I become a master. I join a world-famous traveling taichi troupe, and all of the boys who ever broke my heart regretted it and missed me and cried into their pillows at night.