He ran through a patch of trees as arrows thudded deep into their bark. One had already hit him in the arm near his elbow. Blood flowed in a steady trickle down his hand leaving a crimson trail behind him. He sprinted across a small grass field in between the patches of oak trees. If he made it to the other side he knew there would be no way that they would catch him. Continue reading
My First Encounter With “The Wall”
This is not a short story. I just want you to know this up front. This is going to be a bitch fest.
I had my first day of my new job was today. I’m a “bagger” at my local grocery store. It should pay the bills. I got off of work at 9:30pm tonight. I had my first opportunity to write just now at 11:20pm. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but I have to walk to class at 8:00am tomorrow morning, which means I have to wake up at 7:00am.
I’ll call this my first real interaction with “The Wall,” that intangible force that always seems to come against you at some point or another. I know I’m not the first, nor will I be the last, person that has experienced hitting the wall. In an environment of authors, bloggers, and creative artists I know I’m preaching to the choir. I apologize.
Although The Wall may have won the battle, I have still won the war. I wrote. This post may not be fiction, it may not even be fun to read, but to me this post is a sign of defiance, a refusal to quit when my circumstances and desires come against me in full force. I won’t let The Wall or any other excuse keep me from practicing what I love.
If anybody is in a similar situation try to remember that defiance against circumstance can, in some situations, still be considered a victory.
Good luck and keep improving,
Kissing Scene 3
I couldn’t help but look around in awe. The trees looked so beautiful as the light shimmered through the gaps in the leaves. It was April, and the flowers were in full bloom throughout the undergrowth of the forest. Thistles, eager to grab at my skin and clothes, stood defiantly upright, proud to show off their purple flowers. The floating seeds of recently bloomed dandelions floated on the breeze, turning bright golden when they were covered with the sun’s rays. Continue reading
Week in Review – First Week of February
Hello everyone! I hope you’ve had a fantastic Super Bowl Sunday. I’m not a Broncos fan so I wasn’t that happy with the ending, but to be honest I don’t really care that much for foot ball.
Weekly reviews like this one will be how I “grade” my progress. These will be shorter than most posts, but I think that reflection on one’s actions is a vital task when trying to improve. These will be broken down by story and will list what I feel like I need the most work on for the future, but they will also list something that I did well in that story. So without delay… Continue reading
Kissing Scene 2 Continued
Continued from “Kissing Scene 2“
She rolled her eyes, but accepted his offer and walked inside. Once inside they were greeted by the host and escorted to their table. When Robert called to make the reservations he was very specific about the seating. To his delight, the instructions were followed perfectly. Instead of the three usual tables that sat under the large window, there was just a single table. The table had two ornate wooden chairs and was covered with a robin’s egg blue table cloth. The only thing on the tablecloth was a small vase containing a single white iris. Continue reading
Kissing Scene 2
Robert pulled into his parking spot almost exactly fifteen minutes earlier than they had planned. He was a man that hated to be late to even the most unimportant event. Being late for his date was definitely not an
option. This was going to be his third date with Lindsey. Date one was a first impression and didn’t mean much in a long term relationship. With most other women it was really just a good story to tell your family and friends. More often than not first dates were awkward or embarrassing. Not with Lindsey. The two of them had really hit it off from the start. Continue reading
Kissing Scene 1
“Ugh… I feel like crap.”
Stan rolled to his side and snoozed the 6:30am alarm on his phone. He hated waking up early, he considered anything before 10:00am to be early, but today was a special day. It was Valentine’s Day. His least favorite day of the year in most cases, but this year he knew it would be different. This year he was going to ask Janet Berry on a date. Even if she said no he would be lonely knowing he had tried his best. Continue reading