A note: After a certain point, I tried to keep an accurate log of the time of day I wrote a story- this helps me get more of a fell for my frame of mind when I wrote it. I always post it after the story, if it is available.
Best Served Cold (Oct 19, 2011)
You get more poetry. This first half of this poem was created by writing lines in between lines in another poem- The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton (You have google if you really want to read it). Then I created the second half as a response to the first- and out of a generally depressing poem about funerals I got an interesting story of revenge. Generally it will be later revised, again- especially the first stanza, to fit the diction of the second- and I'll work on that and edit it up here.
Burns (Oct 6, 2011)
So I've now gotten a good picture of how much work I have- and it's a schedule that doesn't allow for much writing or even getting on here to update. But I'll still be trying to, it'll just be creative- I'm in a poetry class right now, so you get poetry. I wrote this one just this morning (Or it would have been this morning if it hadn't just slipped past midnight) and it will be revised, and actually workshopped in class. I'll post an updated version when I get to that, but I know it'll have different capitalization and punctuation- when it comes to poetry, I'm bad at that stuff. Anyway, this was inspired by "Mental Landscapes" where we had to draw and write with phrases places or things in our mind, then frame a poem off of them. I largely took the phrase "Mist hovering with the thin sheen of nuclear fallout" and ran with it, pulling a few other things in.
Finding Sarah (Sept 12, 2011)
While I perhaps underestimated the amount of time school takes, I will try to keep updating and writing. But, I have resigned to occasionally have to skip some weeks. I wrote this piece for a creative writing class, and although I nearly immediately didn't like some of the themes and parts of it, I still like the piece in general. It stemmed from a girl I knew who died in a car accident during my senior year of high school, and the immediate attempt at coping that I saw from her family. I obviously changed many of the details of the crash, including, for personal reasons, who was killed and who was driving, the story is based on some form of reality. I have a sort of fondness for the helpful stranger in stories, and so Samuel managed to get in on this story about Sarah.
The Fissure (Aug 29, 2011)
This one came out of one odd lonely night at college where I thought about what would happen if something fundamental in the world just broke. What if the world started splitting at some invisible seam and just broke to pieces, destroying the unfortunate people caught there in the process? It seems especially interesting now, as my home state of Vermont was trashed in the wake of Hurricane Irene. I already know the local pizza place in the town which this scene is based in has been washed away as of tonight, along with possibly several other local shops and offices. I suppose it was also partially based off of this comic
Shuttles (Aug 14, 2011)
I love reading A Softer World. It's really quite wonderful. At some point I decided that it was a perfect source of inspiration. Every edition is is literally a quick snippet from an unwritten longer story- so I thought it would be perfect to write those longer stories. This one is based off of comic #22- My Son the Astronaut. One line from the story is nearly taken identically from the comic, but the rest is my own design.
Windshield Wipers (Aug 7, 2011)
This story is more recent, written towards the beginning of my sophomore year at Tufts. I had just said goodbye to important people, and after listening to Title and Registration by Death Cab for Cutie, I started formulating this story. Just previous I was lying and listening to music in the same fashion as in this story- good headphones and lights off- although fortunately the rest of the story is complete fiction. I do recommend it though- the right music in total darkness is exceptionally calming.
The Boy and The Sun (Aug 4, 2011)
For a first story, I didn't have to think hard. This one is a favorite of the things I have written, and is short, which may help net the fleeting minds of the Internets. I wrote it one night on a whim, thinking about paganism and other such things, back towards the end of high school. I really wanted to focus on the feeling that you can never look directly at the sun- and posit that maybe, if you try hard enough, you can.
