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2019-10-16
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2019-10-30
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Amorinda's Creative Writing Recycling Bin

Summary:

This is basically just a bunch of works I did for my Creative Writing class in college that I wanted to share! Some are flash-fiction works (stories under 800 words), while others are basic things written during exercises and prompts to help us grow. I'm trying to give titles to the short story/flash fiction works, but if they're from the exercises or prompts, I'll supply the context in the chapter summary/notes.

Notes:

This was one of the first things done in class. We were given three basic sentences:

1. The moon was full.
2. The roads were bad.
3. The children were happy.

We were to take a sentence and expand upon it, adding more details or going against the basic idea it gave. I chose the first sentence, but decided to stray from the obvious 'full moon' idea often used. The following is the paragraph I had written in lieu of a simple sentence.

Chapter 1: First exercise: Working with Details

Chapter Text

Leaving my car and stepping up to my door, I pause before allowing myself inside. The frigid night air provides a calm for me, and, as if responding, I look up into the darkened sky. The moon is faint, in its final phase of waning, but the sliver of a crescent I catch with my eyes still fills the surrounding atmosphere with pale blue light. I love the night like this; just enough light from the moon to illuminate the lightless dirt roads of the land I call home while also allowing a plethora of stars to shine just outside its grasp. The less light the moon gives, the more stars I get to see. A night like this provides the perfect balance of moonlight and starshine. It's the kind of night that makes it difficult to bring myself indoors; that makes me want to risk catching a chill for just a moment longer of dreaming. I stare for another minute. Perhaps luck would allow me sight of a shooting star, but the sky remains still. With a final breath of clean air, I open my door and vanish indoors, eagerly awaiting the next astral phenomenon, whenever it may arrive.