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A place for Writing 12 students to read each other's writing, to critique, to suggest, to improve.
About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
5 comments:
“Look, kid, I'm working on my writing 12 story that's due tomorrow. I promise we will play Monopoly together after dinner, OK? “
“But I want to play now. Let’s play. Please, pleeeease.”
“Oh, come on, give me a break, and let me finish this damn story.”
---47 words
One full moon night, my sister and I walked home from the park. The entire park was surrounded by incredible stillness. Our footfalls and the rustling of the tree leaves were the only sounds. As we approached the gate of the park, my sister suddenly stopped and clutched my arm, saying with shivering voice, “Did you see that?”
“See what?” I replied.
“There, see -- see!” she whispered, pointing to the shadow of the road—there were two green lights floating under the dark trees. A sudden chill was all over my body that my legs couldn’t help shaking, but I grabbed my sister’s hand and said out loud, “Nothing is there. Let’s go home.”
--114words
Brad stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. At the front, the lecturer droned on (and on) about the psychology of deviance. Problem was, the lecturer wasn’t really lecturing; he read directly from the textbook.
One of Brad’s classmates put her head down on the desk, breathing softly and regularly. She was asleep, but he would never do that, no matter how bad the lecturer.
He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Outside, a flock of geese flew by the open window. Their honking captured his attention, and his eyes tracked them as they flew south.
The drone continued, and his eyes started to feel scratchy. Funny, he thought to himself, because he’d had lots of sleep last night. Why was he feeling sleepy? The class started at 8:30, but he’d attended early classes before. He thought back fondly to his first year professor from Texas, the one who held “extra” classes that everyone attended, glad to hear his amusing insights.
Just then the room began to rock in a most alarming manner. Books shot off the shelves. He heard an unfamiliar roar.
His heart raced and his hands covered his head. Breathing was difficult, perhaps because of the dust in the air. Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion. A light fixture fell on the formerly sleeping girl who screamed once, then went silent as she fell, blood streaming from a large wound above her eye.
Someone yelled, “Get under the tables!” Students scrambled but moving was difficult as the room seemed alive and writhing about like a basket of snakes. He realized he’d been holding his breath for who knows how long . . .
—284 words
Marco was trying hard to pay attention and follow the play but couldn’t help notice the other people sitting in the audience. They seemed to be more interesting to watch than the horrible performance going onstage.
One elderly woman a few rows in front was not hard to miss as she was fast asleep snoring almost as loud as the actors voices.
He noticed another gentleman sitting cross-armed a few seats over who was noticeably irritated by the low budget production and seemed like he was ready to get up and leave at any moment.
Then the fire alarm went off and Marco along with the rest of the audience jumped out of their seats and started looking around for the nearest exit.
The actors onstage were also noticeably startled and one of them said to stay calm as smoke started billowing from behind the stage set.
When the elderly lady noticed the smoke she let out a blood curdling scream and started running for the doors shoving people aside as she ran for her life.
- 176 words
Looking at the rain outside the window, he felt a feeling of dead silence surrounding in his room (a small bachelor suite), expect the noise from the ancient heater.
He turned around and tumbled into the sofa bed, turned on the television, and then pressed the channel button aimlessly for several turns--funny TV shopping programs, silly soap operas, repeated old movies, nothing special or worthy to watch. He tossed the controller on the tea table, which had become mess with a few empty packs of chips, popcorns, cookies, and beer cans.
He spat a toothpick, flying out from his mouth, to the wastebasket on his left hand, but unfortunately he failed. The toothpick hit just right on the nose of his pet cat that was sleeping beside him. The cat awoke with a yawn, and then moved lazily to lie down on his legs continuing its catnap. The regular tempo of its breath and purring sounds made his eyelids feel heavy. Finally he dropped asleep with loud snores.
*
He had no idea how long he'd been asleep. When he felt something on his face as well as an itch on his arms and legs, his eyes popped open. He saw a bedbug was crawling. Oh no, no, no, it was a mass of bedbugs on his arms!
"Meow!" His cat fell down and cried out when he bounced up speedily and screamed with waving hand. "Damn! Bug off!"
The bugs seemed rampantly occupied the whole room. He held his cat in his one arm and rushed to the door, but he couldn't open it. He swiped at the door with his other hand, and cried, "Open the door! Open the door! Help! Helllllllp~"
He kept punching, like hitting something, in the air. He awakened to find it was actually a dream. He wiped the sweat on his forehead while he looked around the room. "Meow!" His cat fell down and cried out as He jumped to check his new sofa bed. "Yes, I've moved. I've got away the real nightmare!” He felt relieved and smile.
While he sat down, his face turned pale. He saw his cat was pawing a small, flat, brown dying insect.
--367 words
He got up at 1:00 PM, going upstairs to bring back some food. There were some plates stacked on his desk. While he was reading a textbook, he listened to the same song more than ten times. His fingers were injured because he had played too many video games; it gave him a perfect excuse to stop working out for a long time. Finishing diner, he thought he finally got a chance to go to bed earlier and regulate his timetable, but he stayed up again for no particular reason. (90 words)
I fell to the ground, feeling that some cold fluid was flowing in my skull. Half of my body became numb. Despite there was no one around, I tried to yell for help, yet I heard nothing but the howl of my heart. I started to wonder why my blood felt so cold, and then I closed and opened my eyes frantically as my last struggle. I went back to the reality again whereas my head was still painful for a while. (82 words)
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