Creative Writing Post
Jul. 13th, 2008 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
koori_nekoI hope the layout won't be confusing, but I wanted to keep all my school assignments in one post. Just click on the links for each piece of writing. If it gets to be too confusing, just drop me a line sying so.
This is long overdue, I know, but now it's here. Please leave feedback (and excuse the fact that it's not on blogspot).
Edit: I hate RTF and it's retardness. It won't let me use double spacing between lines.
Day after...
"He opened his eyes and felt like his head was going to explode. What little light came in from under the door and through the cracks in the blinds stabbed at his eyes as daggers. Quickly he shut his eyes again, wishing in vain for the headache to go away, though knowing it wouldn't until he himself did something about it.
Carefully opening his eyes once more, last nights events started to come back to him, as did what little shreds of sanity he could muster. Through his dim mind he noticed that he was thinking about himself in third person and struggled to revert back to thinking in first person. I knew that it was the only way for me to actually sober up enough to get out of bed.
Slowly I rose from the bed, even though someone now was having a jolly good time banging away at what seemed to be an over grown drum, just behind my eyes. Painkillers. Yes, I needed lots of painkillers. Tripping on the sheets tangled at my feet (have you any idea how loud it is to regain your balance?) I stumbled to the bathroom and made another gargantuan mistake. I turned the light on, the white stream of pain reflecting against the white tiles and the mirror over the sink. Groaning I immediately shut the light off again and grabbed for the cabinet.
Finally making my way back, pills swallowed along with well needed water, I once again tripped on the sheets and fell, face first, onto the bed. Opening my eyes slightly as I heard someone chuckling, I saw my girlfriend sitting in the chair by the window, smiling at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
'Had fun last night?' the Cheshire cat look-alike asked with a grin.
'How would I know yet, love?'
Again she laughed, but she did come over to sit next to me, soft hands threading through my hair and down over what was showing of my forehead. The painkillers were starting to kick in and my mind was clearing up, finally. I promised myself I wouldn't drink as much again, knowing full well I would break that promise sooner or later.
Looking up at my girl, from a weird angle, I admit, I knew another thing for certain.
There was only one sane person in the room, and it wasn't me."
My short story
Dialogues
1. A sewer rat and an opossum get involved in a territorial dispute at a recycling centre. Other scavengers join in.
Queek: This place gives me the creeps. Good thing old Ratman got it under control finally.
Possum: Hey! Watch wer yer goin! Ye stepped on me tail.
Queek: (surprised) I'm sorry. Didn't see you there.
Possum: Did'n see me? Am 'nvisible, ain't I?
Queek: (irritated) I said sorry. You're not even supposed to be here.
Possum: (equally irritated) Whatcha mean, no s'posed? I lives here. 'Tis me home, ye see.
Queek: You can't live here. Old Ratman has claimed this area. It's my home.
Possum: I do lives here. 'Tis me area.
Queek: No, mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Oh hush. We sound like the gulls from ”Finding Nemo”. Plus, we risk waking up the dog.
Possum: Yeh, we don' wanna do that. Dog's evil. He stoles my dinner once, the filthy thing did.
Queek: Yeah, he's evil. Blind on one eye and gnarly. His hearing is good still, though. So you should leave my place.
Possum: It's me place, it is. Not yers. I've lived here since I was a small one, I 'ave.
Queek: It is not your place. (Annoyed) Oh great, here comes Crow.
Crow: What's all this racket about?
Queek: This one here is on my property.
Possum: Am not. 'Tis me home as well. Lived here since foreve' I have.
Crow: And this you are waking up this whole station? You are worse than the sewer croc. At least he knows to be quiet.
Queek and Possum: There's no sewer croc.
Crow: Is too. Talked to him just last week.
Queek: (points to Crow) That one's lost her marbles, she has.
Possum: She has? Should'e help her find'em?
Queek: (blankly) You do that. I'm going home to my box before the humans come here.
Possum: (happily) Come, Crow. Let's fine yer marbles.
2.Hybris in person is walking through the hallways of a modern day college when a student, Simon, accidentally walks into him. Simon drops his books on Hybris´ boots
Hybris: (indignantly) Watch where you are going, grit!
Simon: (apologetically) I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm late for class an-...
Hybris: Being tardy is not a good reason to not watch where you are going. Neither is it a good reason for stumbling into your betters.
Simon: (to himself) Him? A superior to me? (to Hybris, getting annoyed) I already said I'm sorry. Don't be such an ass about it.
Hybris: If you need to speak out of turn, at least do so with enough volume to be heard, grit.
Simon: (more than a little annoyed) I'm getting very tired of being called grit. I'm late for class and I already said I'm sorry. What more do you want? That I kiss your boots?
Hybris: That would be nothing if not appropriate, but you would only sully the leather with your touch.
Simon: Can I fetch my books, or will I get one of those expensive boots in my face if I try?
Hybris: You may retrieve them.
Simon: (sarcastically) Why, thank you, kind sir. (gets his books) What's with the uptight attitude?
Hybris: Of course. You would not know who I am.
Simon: Duh. I've never seen you before.
Hybris: Do not use that kind of tone with me, grit. I am revered infinitively much higher than you are.
Simon: Still doesn't give me a clue to who you are.
Hybris: Hybris. That is all you need to know.
Simon: (skeptical) That explains a lot. Well, nice to see you...or not...but I have to leave now.
Hybris: Be gone then, and pray we do not cross paths again.
Simon: Right. (To himself) Like that's a dream scenario.
They leave.
This is long overdue, I know, but now it's here. Please leave feedback (and excuse the fact that it's not on blogspot).
Edit: I hate RTF and it's retardness. It won't let me use double spacing between lines.
Day after...
"He opened his eyes and felt like his head was going to explode. What little light came in from under the door and through the cracks in the blinds stabbed at his eyes as daggers. Quickly he shut his eyes again, wishing in vain for the headache to go away, though knowing it wouldn't until he himself did something about it.
Carefully opening his eyes once more, last nights events started to come back to him, as did what little shreds of sanity he could muster. Through his dim mind he noticed that he was thinking about himself in third person and struggled to revert back to thinking in first person. I knew that it was the only way for me to actually sober up enough to get out of bed.
Slowly I rose from the bed, even though someone now was having a jolly good time banging away at what seemed to be an over grown drum, just behind my eyes. Painkillers. Yes, I needed lots of painkillers. Tripping on the sheets tangled at my feet (have you any idea how loud it is to regain your balance?) I stumbled to the bathroom and made another gargantuan mistake. I turned the light on, the white stream of pain reflecting against the white tiles and the mirror over the sink. Groaning I immediately shut the light off again and grabbed for the cabinet.
Finally making my way back, pills swallowed along with well needed water, I once again tripped on the sheets and fell, face first, onto the bed. Opening my eyes slightly as I heard someone chuckling, I saw my girlfriend sitting in the chair by the window, smiling at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
'Had fun last night?' the Cheshire cat look-alike asked with a grin.
'How would I know yet, love?'
Again she laughed, but she did come over to sit next to me, soft hands threading through my hair and down over what was showing of my forehead. The painkillers were starting to kick in and my mind was clearing up, finally. I promised myself I wouldn't drink as much again, knowing full well I would break that promise sooner or later.
Looking up at my girl, from a weird angle, I admit, I knew another thing for certain.
There was only one sane person in the room, and it wasn't me."
My short story
Dialogues
1. A sewer rat and an opossum get involved in a territorial dispute at a recycling centre. Other scavengers join in.
Queek: This place gives me the creeps. Good thing old Ratman got it under control finally.
Possum: Hey! Watch wer yer goin! Ye stepped on me tail.
Queek: (surprised) I'm sorry. Didn't see you there.
Possum: Did'n see me? Am 'nvisible, ain't I?
Queek: (irritated) I said sorry. You're not even supposed to be here.
Possum: (equally irritated) Whatcha mean, no s'posed? I lives here. 'Tis me home, ye see.
Queek: You can't live here. Old Ratman has claimed this area. It's my home.
Possum: I do lives here. 'Tis me area.
Queek: No, mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Mine.
Possum: Mine.
Queek: Oh hush. We sound like the gulls from ”Finding Nemo”. Plus, we risk waking up the dog.
Possum: Yeh, we don' wanna do that. Dog's evil. He stoles my dinner once, the filthy thing did.
Queek: Yeah, he's evil. Blind on one eye and gnarly. His hearing is good still, though. So you should leave my place.
Possum: It's me place, it is. Not yers. I've lived here since I was a small one, I 'ave.
Queek: It is not your place. (Annoyed) Oh great, here comes Crow.
Crow: What's all this racket about?
Queek: This one here is on my property.
Possum: Am not. 'Tis me home as well. Lived here since foreve' I have.
Crow: And this you are waking up this whole station? You are worse than the sewer croc. At least he knows to be quiet.
Queek and Possum: There's no sewer croc.
Crow: Is too. Talked to him just last week.
Queek: (points to Crow) That one's lost her marbles, she has.
Possum: She has? Should'e help her find'em?
Queek: (blankly) You do that. I'm going home to my box before the humans come here.
Possum: (happily) Come, Crow. Let's fine yer marbles.
2.Hybris in person is walking through the hallways of a modern day college when a student, Simon, accidentally walks into him. Simon drops his books on Hybris´ boots
Hybris: (indignantly) Watch where you are going, grit!
Simon: (apologetically) I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm late for class an-...
Hybris: Being tardy is not a good reason to not watch where you are going. Neither is it a good reason for stumbling into your betters.
Simon: (to himself) Him? A superior to me? (to Hybris, getting annoyed) I already said I'm sorry. Don't be such an ass about it.
Hybris: If you need to speak out of turn, at least do so with enough volume to be heard, grit.
Simon: (more than a little annoyed) I'm getting very tired of being called grit. I'm late for class and I already said I'm sorry. What more do you want? That I kiss your boots?
Hybris: That would be nothing if not appropriate, but you would only sully the leather with your touch.
Simon: Can I fetch my books, or will I get one of those expensive boots in my face if I try?
Hybris: You may retrieve them.
Simon: (sarcastically) Why, thank you, kind sir. (gets his books) What's with the uptight attitude?
Hybris: Of course. You would not know who I am.
Simon: Duh. I've never seen you before.
Hybris: Do not use that kind of tone with me, grit. I am revered infinitively much higher than you are.
Simon: Still doesn't give me a clue to who you are.
Hybris: Hybris. That is all you need to know.
Simon: (skeptical) That explains a lot. Well, nice to see you...or not...but I have to leave now.
Hybris: Be gone then, and pray we do not cross paths again.
Simon: Right. (To himself) Like that's a dream scenario.
They leave.
