Similar to my last post, I have again been assigned to write a 600 to 1000 word story upon a particular theme. In this case, I was to analyze the poem "Utopia" by Wislawa Szymborska, which won a Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996. I was then to explore this theme through a 600 to 1000 word narrative. I have decided to post this narrative now, in its current form, because the most likely edits I will be making will be exclusively to meet school requirements, such as including certain types and numbers of different parts of speech. The full story is below.
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
A Night at the Roadhouse
I began thinking about a narrative set at a motel along the Eyre Highway due to personal interest in these very isolated roadhouse towns. I soon afterwards realized that this would meet the criteria of an upcoming school English assignment quite well. Below is the full story, fleshed out for the assignment.
NOTE: The assignment required me to start this with "it was a dark and stormy night". I didn't choose to do so on purpose.
NOTE: The assignment required me to start this with "it was a dark and stormy night". I didn't choose to do so on purpose.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The Story about This Story: How I Wrote This
Hi!
Sorry I was a little late on the post, but here's the story!
Sorry I was a little late on the post, but here's the story!
The Story about This Story: How I Wrote This
By
Casey
Oh great. My story’s due tomorrow and I haven’t even started. I spent all night on that “Time Machine”: really just a chair with some lights, buttons and dials. A load of junk really. But no time now, my page is still empty. I consider putting “Thanks” on it and paper clipping it to a $5 bill. Reluctantly, I dropped – literally – the idea after my mom told me it was cheating. I thought about the subject “How to write a 1.5 page long story in 2 pages or less”, but it was a flop. I then had an idea. Test the time machine by going forward in time, and pick up the story when it was done, the next day. So I prepared the Time Machine. I had just enough time to be whisked off into the endless space of no time. Although there was hardly anything to go on, I still managed to find tomorrow’s date. Diving in, I found myself sitting next to future self. Realizing someone would notice A, the fact I was in pyjamas, B, the fact there were 2 me’s, and C, the fact I was in a chair, I casually asked the future me if I could see his story. To my horror, he said that he had gone forward in time yesterday to today, and then asked himself if he had a story, and was answered no. I, obviously, had the same thing. Then, someone called out “Hey, look, he has a twin!” I quickly disappeared into no time as the teacher said “What the heck is going on!?” This time, I noticed more about no time. It was really just like a filmstrip of all the days of time. I quickly found the present, or, rather, what the present was, and dove in. Knowing the mission was a failure; I set my alarm for 6:30 AM, and went to bed. When I woke up, I wrote the story. The topic? How I wrote the story, and that’s what you are reading now.
Epilogue
Later, while in the class where I visited yesterday, I saw someone appear next to me. He looked like me, but in my PJ’s. He asked me if he could see my story, and, so I wouldn’t mess with fate, I said “Sorry, I don’t have one” and told him to leave.
By
Casey
Oh great. My story’s due tomorrow and I haven’t even started. I spent all night on that “Time Machine”: really just a chair with some lights, buttons and dials. A load of junk really. But no time now, my page is still empty. I consider putting “Thanks” on it and paper clipping it to a $5 bill. Reluctantly, I dropped – literally – the idea after my mom told me it was cheating. I thought about the subject “How to write a 1.5 page long story in 2 pages or less”, but it was a flop. I then had an idea. Test the time machine by going forward in time, and pick up the story when it was done, the next day. So I prepared the Time Machine. I had just enough time to be whisked off into the endless space of no time. Although there was hardly anything to go on, I still managed to find tomorrow’s date. Diving in, I found myself sitting next to future self. Realizing someone would notice A, the fact I was in pyjamas, B, the fact there were 2 me’s, and C, the fact I was in a chair, I casually asked the future me if I could see his story. To my horror, he said that he had gone forward in time yesterday to today, and then asked himself if he had a story, and was answered no. I, obviously, had the same thing. Then, someone called out “Hey, look, he has a twin!” I quickly disappeared into no time as the teacher said “What the heck is going on!?” This time, I noticed more about no time. It was really just like a filmstrip of all the days of time. I quickly found the present, or, rather, what the present was, and dove in. Knowing the mission was a failure; I set my alarm for 6:30 AM, and went to bed. When I woke up, I wrote the story. The topic? How I wrote the story, and that’s what you are reading now.
Epilogue
Later, while in the class where I visited yesterday, I saw someone appear next to me. He looked like me, but in my PJ’s. He asked me if he could see my story, and, so I wouldn’t mess with fate, I said “Sorry, I don’t have one” and told him to leave.
THE END!
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