Creative Writing Final

1. List/discuss several of the different pieces of writing you’ve done this quarter, including posts, comments, creative pieces, journals, in-class writings, and things you’ve written on your own. Well, it isn't on my blog but it is in my journal. Cyberpunk edition of the boy and the girl. I had a rough draft of it that I did a couple of years ago, but I think that was only 10 or 12 pages at most. This current one is around 25-35 pages I believe. I'll probably keep working on it at some point. I've gotten feedback I appreciated and I've made notes on how to flesh everything out further. Maybe to the point of being a solid 50 page story. Not my longest, by any means though. (that belongs to the story of a main character I write about's daughter's story. If memory serves I think I wrote over one hundred pages for her story. Not my best work, mind you.) Then again, I have always taken a fancy to short stories as my blog shows.
   

Still on the first question. So then. Pillow Talk. Very emotional for the person who it was written for and who I let read it. She eventually (we vidya game together) hit me over the head and criticized my writing but hey, she liked it. Very emotional for me too, she and I had both experienced similar things, though thankfully, I think we're both moving on. Perhaps not. Such is the way of people though, yeah? Cling to the past, regret the things we never did. Life should be..."No ragrets" and if you get that reference then you can get some fake internet points, person reading this. Yes indeed. Also, I've been told pillows are excellent snuggle buddies until you've experienced being snuggled in real life. Then it's never quite the same and suddenly, being close to the one you love when they're out of reach (whether temporarily or permanently) seems an impossible feat once more. Rather cruel, really.
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Revenge, best served cold: I think by the time I finished modifying it I threw the original "link everything to a color" rule of that assignment out of the window.  One of my worse writings in my opinion, but probably a decent backstory lore to a medieval boy and girl story I'm working on. Love (Never Dies) never dies (forgive me my Phantom of the Opera sequel reference. Or don't. Only you can decide whether or not to do that.) Usually in my stories the girl dies, or both die, and usually it's a suicide or accident. Not this time however, this time I went with a murder route. I vaguely remembered a story a friend told me about a character she once played in a game, which is what I based it off of. Again, not my best work, I'd probably go back and flesh it out further if I wanted anyone else to see it. Most of the backstory lore I use for stories are kept hidden from people because frankly....they're horribly written and while they might explain the plots better, you'd be bitter with me for writing such horrible things (both in gore/violence and quality in all honesty.) The girl's life is fraught with violence and pain. That's the point of her stories. She usually dies in the end but comes back once again. Not sure why, yet. Hope is just a powerful thing, ja? Ja.

1. Name/discuss a couple of pieces you’ve read this quarter, including other classmates’ work and/or reading you’ve done in or out of class. Uhhhhhhh. I really liked a book called "Lark" that I checked out from the library. The way it's written irked me mainly because it is super similar to how I write. So that's a thing. Didn't like the ending though, it was absurdly confusing and had too many loose ends, but again, similar to how I write. Another book would be "A Dog Called Kitty" (yeah, I'm not mentioning anyone's stories because I feel like I don't want to be critical even though I loved the ones I read. I'm in a critic's mood so you'll just have to deal with me.) Loved the plot, characters, etc. I read it a long time ago, but I tend to go back and re-read it when I miss my old dog and to remember that- oh wait. That would spoil the book for you. Go read it you crazy bookworm.
2. Write about setting up your blog and what you have gotten from that experience.  How did you come up with the name for your blog?  Who do you think read it or who would you want to read it?  Will you continue to use it on your own in the future?  What kinds of things will you post?Me: What is this? What is that? ; Blogger: Hur hur hur forget you ; me: Lol okay well, it's a blog, yeah. ; Blogger: Forget you. ; Me: ELDER BERRIES!
   
    <---Pretty much my experience setting up my blog. I couldn't think of a title, and it's a blog, so yeah. I don't think anyone will read it after this class is over, and I wouldn't really wish my horrid, rough writing capabilities on anyone. I might use it, probably not, someone I don't want to know about it knows someone who would give them the link and I feel like reading through stories of their coupling would be a bit....damaging to her. 
3. Write about journaling.  What kinds of things are in your journal?  Who would you want to read it?  Will you continue to journal?  What will you write about? I have a lot of medieval type stuff in my journal really. Well, fantasy medieval, at least. I really don't want anyone to read it. Most of what I write would probably seem rather dull to people, or confusing because I leave out important details for particular reasons, such as the story being close to my heart. Most of my characters are based on people I have met, stories I've heard, characters in games that I've played for years and fleshed out beyond what some teenagers have experienced. To have them criticized for their decisions would irk me beyond belief. I'm simply immature in that way. I'll probably (if I continue to write), write more about the girl and the boy. They tend to be my favorite two to write short stories about. Not a fan of longer stuff, but hey. We all have our moments, ja? Ja.
4. Type an entry directly from your journal that you consider notable.  It could be a paragraph or a page or so.  You don’t have to explain it, but you could. Its organs were slowly failing, unable to handle the extremes. It had once been human, but humans would never let themselves fall this far. Its soul had died that die. Now it waited out it's final days in silence. Yet somehow the agony made it happy. He had abandoned it, after all, he who was her entire universe. She stopped fighting to live that day. On that day she  embraced death. Yet there he was, he had returned, renewing her will to live and strengthening their bond. She  could recover from the physical damage, but she had never really bounced back from the mental damage of losing him the first time, and with every passing loss (she knew she would lose him if she reached for him again) it became worse. Hope is a powerful thing, or so she had always told people who had battled with thoughts of suicide. Hope is what gets you through the night when everything seems wrong. He was both her hope and her curse. ~ 

          He found her just like they said he would. Her mind was half gone, stuck in a medically induced coma and her body was nearly destroyed. He had done his best to save her mind, it was in the doctor's hands to save her body now. The memories gang couldn't reach her here, he had been reassured of that. No, he thought, they can't reach her here, she'll heal and then we'll talk and she will understand why I had to leave her for so long, and so he waited by her bedside for several days.

"Reid?" Bio's voice was so different, she was so different. 

Bio's physical state mortified him. The stench of infection (Why haven't they taken care of her infections? He thought humorlessly) overwhelmed the room, as though something had died and was rotting in her bed. Reid couldn't help but pity her, the fear in her voice, yet her certainly that he was indeed here, as though she'd known all along that he would come back. 

"Reid?" Bio repeated, her voice more fearful this time, reaching out in search of him, though the bandages covered most of her face, including her eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you." He replied without thinking, immediately cringing as he realized what he'd just done. She was fragile, she needed him, even if he no longer wanted her.

"Reid." Bio's gasped breaths said it all. She trembled, emotionally destroyed by him once again. Reid couldn't help but shake his head, both annoyed with her and himself for having ever somehow gotten into this position. "....but I love you." She'd whispered, and he'd knelt beside her, careful not to touch her. He knew his touch would have comforted her, but it was better for the both of them if she were allowed to heal on her own. 

"You need to move on." He said softly but in a firm voice, face stoic even as she sniffled, fighting back tears. With that, he stood up and began to leave the room. 

"You're just like everyone else..." Bio screamed, trying to get up to chase after him but falling instead. Her heart monitor began to wobble, then went still and she stopped moving. Nurses tried to bring her back, but alas, hope is a fragile thing.

Reid woke up soon after, terrified and clinging to her bandaged hand, reassured by the steady sound of the monitor that it was simply a dream.

"I won't leave you again." He promised, then added "not until you can handle it." 

 

1. Type or copy/paste a passage or section directly from one of your pieces of writing that you consider notable or your favorite that you’ve written.  It could be a section or a page or so. The air was like ice as time seemed to freeze, a small red eyed figure with horribly mangled metal claws stepped out from a snow drift. Its skin was pale enough to blend with the snow, but the blood red eyes and dark blue hair made it stick out. Its eyes studied the group, settling on Emma and the old knight. A sharp metal claw was raised, pointing accusingly at the old knight. It growled as only a demon could, nobody dared breathe.
2. What creative writing do you plan to do in the future, if any?  What do you get out of writing creatively?  How does this differ from the other writing you do, in school and in life? Probably no future creative writing on my part. Or rather, none that I'll be sharing with anyone in all honesty. I've come to the realization I prefer my words to be private and meaningful to myself, not something I have to explain to someone else. For me, writing creatively is an escape from a rather unhappy life, ja? Ja. This as in this class? It's pretty much like what I write for school stuff. Not personal or on a level that I love. I felt really constrained by having pieces on subjects I would never otherwise write about. As well, having to do any art made me absurdly uncomfortable and therefore any writing I did over that was extremely unsatisfying. I'm not artsy, I just like to write a bunch of random words and hope they make sense.
3. Some final words of encouragement, appreciation, inspiration, etc. for your fellow writers you’ve worked with this quarter... Good luck, I guess? I don't know what to put here in all honesty but hey, the stuff I've read in here has been pretty good. So I mean, there's that.