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April 3, 2013
Alright this is the short story titled “All At Once” that I wrote and turned in last semester. It’s about seven pages, written in second person POV.
It covers the story of a guy named Nate Diaz after an incident that outs him to his Catholic family, he runs away and becomes close with his cousin Don, who’s got issues of his own.
“Do you have any idea what you just did? At all?” Your brother Lucas Diaz pulls at the edges of his sweater, he’s crumbling all around the edges now. His fingers shake and jaw clenches and you remain a silent victim to the oncoming tirade. “Father, he’s waiting to speak to you, he refuses now because he’s worried he’ll let anger get the better of him, and hurt you! Who knows! You seem to like fighting, and pain, and anger no matter how many prayers we’ve made, no matter how many chances God seems to give you. Nataniel? Are you even listening?”
Here we are with another one page Creative Writing assignment.
I feel like I should say that I do write outside of this class but it’s mostly fiction relating to much longer stories that wouldn’t make sense to put on a blog (even though if you scroll down I’ve done it)!
Either way this next one doesn’t have a title but compared to the other ones I like it.
A car alarm blares seven stories under you at about 7 AM. Leaning out of the balcony you blow colorless billows of smoke into a not quite familiar, smoggy skyline. Today’s the day you’re going to meet up with her and you wish it wasn’t.
It had been a couple weeks. She must be doing fine.
I have never written a screenplay or read very many of them, but here’s ten pages of an out of context scene anyway.
Again, another Creative Writing assignment.
EXT. CITY BUILDING-NIGHTFALL
GRACE CRAWFORD stands alone. Her hair is now matted up on one side with a splash of black gore. The clothes she wears are torn in multiple places. She looks at the PIPE in her right hand. She inhales shakily and begins to walk towards PONDEROSA CENTRAL, with a slight limp.
This is another one page-r that was originally some character development but I was crunched for time (lazy) so I just did some editing and finished it. it’s basically a letter written from one character to another.
I hate your city.
I’ve lived in countless civilizations, countries, even a camp deep in the freezing mountains, and nothing has ever felt so raw and far from home.
This was your home, the place you would dream about. I’m torn between feeling nothing at all, and all too much about this. Your eyes would get so far away when you spoke about it. you’d start using native words I couldn’t understand. In that way it almost made more sense to me.
This is another short story, titled “Exchange”. This one isn’t my favorite but it was well received, probably on the basis that it’s about two gay guys and a couch.
“So you’re here for the sofa ad?” he asks you. The guy has one of those faces, eerily familiar. The kind of face that only comes in slight variation. A long, big nose, and “artfully tousled” barista haircut. Though something in his movement gives off a sort of nostalgia. His smile is eager.
My Creative Writing class is doing these 1 page short stories and here’s the first one I did titled “Trepidation”.
He sleeps by the airlock of the ship.
Late into the night he imagines the sound of feet on metal, an earthy howl rattling, the escape hatch will crumple open, he sails off and his blood boils away into the vastness of space. That’s one of the more intense ones, some nights it’s silence. Some nights he won’t sleep at all.