We had our first meet up tonight for the new semester and it was a great success! Thanks to everyone for coming along. Despite being in the pub and frequently distracted by beer and chips we actually managed to kick-start this year of creative writing in a pretty productive way. We did a little exercise where each group member took turns writing a line to build up a little story. Here are some samples from our fresh new faces!
When I woke up I really wished I didn’t go there last night.
What I saw was imprinted on my eyeballs, every time I closed my eyes it flashed on negative.
I tried blinking, rubbing my eyes, hitting my head, anything to rid myself of the memories.
Nothing worked so the only thing left to do, my last hope, was to go back there and relive that fateful moment.
Tentatively I lowered my feet to the carpet. Even the soft touch of the wool sent spikes of pain up my toes.
Ignoring the aches I hobbled to the wardrobe and slipped in to some new clothes.
Then I opened the door, made my way downstairs and stepped in to the cold, dark night.
The street was dark but the figure ahead was clear.
There, at the end of the road, illuminated by the dim orange dusk of the streetlights stood a tall man in a long coat.
He lifted the coat up and I ran towards him.
Drizzle feeds the moss on the wall.
The moss keeps expanding, eventually covering the whole wall and part of the footpath.
Her dog gets covered too and he’s likely to die.
The little girl is very sad and attempt to hold back the tears as they take him to an expert.
The expert confirms that the moss is doing the dog no good and he only has days left to live.
She watches as he turns to stone; the tail that once thumped a rapid rhythm of joy when he saw her solidifies.
Then his ears and his tongue turn in to stone too.
Next to solidify is his heart, and the girl’s goes too- never again can she love another dog so much.
She returns to the wall where the moss grew.
The drizzle starts up again.
“That’s so meta…”
“I volunteer to write the first line of the story,” volunteered David, heroically.
The entire group looked at him in awe.
As waves upon the shore lie….
An unwritten sentence, now write, or wait, now write, or! Wait… now write!
Fergus is confused. So is Molly.
The rest of the class, however, appeared to proceed with complete confidence.
But David was brave and Fergus was confused so where was the point?
There was a long silence with everyone looking at David
And he scrawled on to the paper: “I volunteer to write the first line of the story,” volunteered David, heroically.