Creative Writing Project #3
by enlite
(Everything Else, 1220 views) - 2/11/04
(recorded 2/11/04 @ 2:15:24 PM)
Prompt: Write a three page story, double-spaced, wherein: a character, let's call him Bert, is doing something (drawing a bath, cooking dinner, etc.) when another character, say Henry ("Henry!"), enters and changes the course of Bert's actions. Minimalistic dialogue. No vampires. No sex.

Example: Bert is painting his living room blue. Henry enters and accidentally kicks over the paint can, spilling onto the carpet. Bert: "You did that on purpose!" Henry: "I don't love you anymore." Bert: "Fine, I'll put in tile." The end. See? No sex.

As always, these are guidelines, and you are probably already tired of them. Have fun.



She Was Wearing His Sweatshirt


Alex sat in his room on the floor. There were strips of colored paper all around him, random art supplies: scissors, glue, glitter. He sat in the middle of the red-themed jumble, cutting little pink hearts out of a sheet of paper, gluing them to a bigger heart of red. The construction paper felt course under his hands; under normal circumstances he would complain that he didn't like the touch, but this was a special project. He added the last pink heart, and set to writing his poem in the middle.

Angela opened the door too quietly for Alex to notice over the Aphex Twins techno music on his computer. She stopped in the entryway and smiled, her arms folded across her chest looking down like a proud mother. He was humming to himself. He looked just as she had imagined he would have when he was six or seven. After a moment she cleared her throat. Alex looked up.

"I made rice," she said. "You want some?"

"Nah. I ate at work," he said back.

"Okay. I'll be upstairs." She left.

"Sure." He returned to his valentine, carefully writing the letters in thin black pen. He knew his handwriting was terrible but he also knew that she would love it anyway. She loved everything about him– he didn't understand it. Alex checked his watch. She would be here in an hour. His computer shuffled to a new song.

Alex had known Dara for years; they'd gone to the same high school and had a lot of overlapping friends. He'd never really known much about her until after they both graduated, she a year before him, and had run into each other at a local party. Dara had just broken up with her high school sweetheart of two and a half years. Alex, sweet boy, was a comforting shoulder to cry on. They hit it off, and had been unofficially dating ever since.

Dara went to school at San Diego State. Alex lived in Riverside and was taking courses at the community college. The distance between them made seeing each other on a regular basis difficult. Dara lived in the dorms at school, with her best-friend-forever Laura. Alex lived in a condo with his sister. Laura hated Alex and Angela didn't like to be kept up late, she was a grad student studying Biomedicine and had early classes. This made Alex and Dara's relationship even more arduous. But, being that they each thought they were in love, they pulled through the obstacles and enjoyed every second of it.

Alex got up and went to his computer. He'd written the poem last night and left it on his desktop. "If I could reach up and hold a star for each time you've made me smile, an entire evening's sky would be in the palm of my hand..." He didn't know how to end it. His computer shuffled to Britney Spears's Toxic music video; it played in the corner of the screen. Alex watched as Britney rolled around in a rhinestone and fishing line dress. Dara looked a lot like Britney Spears... maybe she would wear a dress like that for him. Alex smiled.

He checked his email and wrote a couple of responses to his friends in their chat room. He did a search on Yahoo! for "romantic valentine's day poems". While he browsed through the approximately 35,200 results his door creaked open again.

"You're early!" Alex said. He was surprised, at first because she was, in fact, half an hour early at the least, and secondly because she was crying.

"Alex, I..." she stopped. She was looking at the mess of red and pink on the ground, the scraps of paper and the hearts and the handwriting that was too tense and squished together. She put her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He crossed to her, took her hand in his and moved the hair away from her face, behind her ear. She pushed against his shoulders and held him back, preventing his embrace.

"I can't, Alex."

He looked at her and sunk. Her eyes were dark, the makeup smeared. She'd been crying for a long time. That made sense; it was a long drive to Riverside. "You can't what?"

"I'm sorry, kid. I am." She pulled herself away from him. With her eyes closed, stopping the tears, she felt for the door, walked through and closed it behind her. Alex heard her footsteps echo through the entryway of the condo. The bare walls reverberated the sound– they needed decorating. The front door opened and closed. The computer shuffled to a new song.

Angela opened the door too quietly for Alex to notice over the Miles Davis jazz music on his computer. She stopped in the entryway and sunk, her arms folded across her chest looking down like a worried mother. He was crying to himself. He looked just as she had imagined he would have when he was six or seven. After a moment she cleared her throat. Alex didn’t look up. He handed her the valentine, it was addressed to her. She opened it and read the poem scrawled in the middle:

"If I could reach up and hold a star for each time you've made me smile, an entire evening's sky would be in the palm of my hand. My tears would fall like rain, and amidst the stormy clouds I’d find comfort in hiding my loneliness and pain."
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Notes:
i never thought someone would use myself as a character in a paper. i liked it, other than the ending, but its well done.

ps the toxic video is playing right now ;P

   [Sliced Ice (J) 2/11/04 11:26 PM]



Wow. I wish I could write. But I'm still happy for you. ;) Good work.

   [TCcookie (J) 2/16/04 12:32 AM]



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