Creative Writing Assignment: Flesh, Blood, and Bone
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stressed]
[music| "I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked" - Ida Maria]
So I completely forgot to post my most recent creative writing assignment. I have one due this coming Tuesday that is supposed to be about 4 or more pages with loads of dialogue. In fact, my professor announced that the more dialogue we have, the better our grade. And after conferencing with my friend, Lisa, I have decided that I'm going to basically write out another Ginny plus the Slytherins dinner sequence Theories-style only without the whole first person narration and different names for the characters. It's snark. I'm good at snark. It'll be easy for me to write 4 or more pages of snarky conversation. Although, if you all have any suggestions, please feel free to share.
Anywho, here's my latest assignment, titled "Flesh, Blood, and Bone". Yes, it's about a cadaver. And yes, I DID get the title from a Harry and the Potters song.
A golden moon, stained in crimson, hovers in the star-clad sky, casting an orange glow over the entire field. The stars are merely pinpricks in the bruised, black and blue universe from where it lies, cloaked by shreds of velvet and cotton, a copse of ferns, splattered with red, lying limply over the prone form. The body rests, bloated, blue, and bloody on the parched earth, thick red liquid seeping out from several gashes and rips in the skin, filling the ground below it, filling each crack and pore with oxygen and water, nourishment to the soil from a source no longer fit. A slim, pallid digit quivers; the ruby veins draining, leaving the digit limp as it goes rigor, the rest of the body quickly following suit.
The verdant grass sways in the dense, humid air, shielding the body from any wandering predators. It has already been prey once tonight; it does not need to fall victim to another predator. The heavy air and fog rake across the lifeless frame, scratching its warm, wet talons over skin that can no longer feel; nerve endings that no longer spark with meaning and understanding. The body sinks slightly in the softening earth, damp from the now low shortening supply of raw, red nutrients.
Eyes stare toward the sky, now entirely black, the needle points stretching out across the entire expanse. They are glassy now; orbs of muddled green, stark against the creamy, ivory glow of the skin surrounding them, against the violent violet-blue lips, parted slightly in a final gasp. The cadaver waits for its rescue, a mere chunk of flesh, blood, and bone.
Back to Buffy! I've been working my way through all of the seasons thanks to the lovely Surf the Channel. I'm on season 3, so Angel's gone from good to bad to worse to back to good again, Spike and Drusilla are gone (but Spike's about to show up again. I'm prepared with my drool bucket this time. :P), Willow's with Oz (whom I ADORE. I forgot how much I freaking loved Seth Green as Oz), Xander's with Cordelia (but Xander's being a bit of a douche right now...), Faith's showed up, Willow and Xander are sneaking around behind Oz and Cordi's backs, Buffy's mom knows about the whole slayer-shebang, and the Mayor's freaking insane. Some of my favorite characters haven't even shown up yet, too (Anya is absolutely wonderful and I LOVE the Nerds of Doom).
stressed]
[music| "I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked" - Ida Maria]
So I completely forgot to post my most recent creative writing assignment. I have one due this coming Tuesday that is supposed to be about 4 or more pages with loads of dialogue. In fact, my professor announced that the more dialogue we have, the better our grade. And after conferencing with my friend, Lisa, I have decided that I'm going to basically write out another Ginny plus the Slytherins dinner sequence Theories-style only without the whole first person narration and different names for the characters. It's snark. I'm good at snark. It'll be easy for me to write 4 or more pages of snarky conversation. Although, if you all have any suggestions, please feel free to share.
Anywho, here's my latest assignment, titled "Flesh, Blood, and Bone". Yes, it's about a cadaver. And yes, I DID get the title from a Harry and the Potters song.
A golden moon, stained in crimson, hovers in the star-clad sky, casting an orange glow over the entire field. The stars are merely pinpricks in the bruised, black and blue universe from where it lies, cloaked by shreds of velvet and cotton, a copse of ferns, splattered with red, lying limply over the prone form. The body rests, bloated, blue, and bloody on the parched earth, thick red liquid seeping out from several gashes and rips in the skin, filling the ground below it, filling each crack and pore with oxygen and water, nourishment to the soil from a source no longer fit. A slim, pallid digit quivers; the ruby veins draining, leaving the digit limp as it goes rigor, the rest of the body quickly following suit.
The verdant grass sways in the dense, humid air, shielding the body from any wandering predators. It has already been prey once tonight; it does not need to fall victim to another predator. The heavy air and fog rake across the lifeless frame, scratching its warm, wet talons over skin that can no longer feel; nerve endings that no longer spark with meaning and understanding. The body sinks slightly in the softening earth, damp from the now low shortening supply of raw, red nutrients.
Eyes stare toward the sky, now entirely black, the needle points stretching out across the entire expanse. They are glassy now; orbs of muddled green, stark against the creamy, ivory glow of the skin surrounding them, against the violent violet-blue lips, parted slightly in a final gasp. The cadaver waits for its rescue, a mere chunk of flesh, blood, and bone.
Back to Buffy! I've been working my way through all of the seasons thanks to the lovely Surf the Channel. I'm on season 3, so Angel's gone from good to bad to worse to back to good again, Spike and Drusilla are gone (but Spike's about to show up again. I'm prepared with my drool bucket this time. :P), Willow's with Oz (whom I ADORE. I forgot how much I freaking loved Seth Green as Oz), Xander's with Cordelia (but Xander's being a bit of a douche right now...), Faith's showed up, Willow and Xander are sneaking around behind Oz and Cordi's backs, Buffy's mom knows about the whole slayer-shebang, and the Mayor's freaking insane. Some of my favorite characters haven't even shown up yet, too (Anya is absolutely wonderful and I LOVE the Nerds of Doom).