Dramatic

Me? Dramatic?? Well I am simply insulted! I am perfectly capable of being mellow JUST WATCH ME. HEY LOOK HOW CALM I AM.

Alright, I’m over it.  Continue reading

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Discussion Enders

We’ve all had exchanges where we came up with the perfect reply — ten minutes too late. Write down one of those, but this time, make sure to sign off with your grand slam (unused) zinger.

I’ve found that a lot of unused zingers are not always necessarily clever so much as very meaningful. Now, that can make said zinger a page-long monologue or a single word. As Stephen King said, “The most important things are the hardest to say.”

I was going to turn this into a story about a girl facing some friend drama at school and dealing with it by thinking that one-word, censor-worthy zinger in her head after certain witty and sassy conversations occur, but I stopped. I hate dealing with drama in real life, and writing about it is almost worse.  Continue reading

Opening Lines

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

(“Changing of the Seasons” — Two Door Cinema Club)

So it’s over? I didn’t realize.

There was a catchy beat playing in his room, but I could feel my heart fluttering in odd and uncomfortable rhythms. I didn’t actually know where he was; as I sat in one of the chairs I twiddled with a twisted corner of my shirt and fixed my stare on the wrinkled fabric, wanting nothing less than to not be in that chair at that moment. Was that a headache building up or was I just tightening my forehead too much again?

Twiddling. Forehead. These were only a few things that had always bothered him.  Continue reading

Think Again

Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?

When I first started really thinking about what college would be like before I actually went, I had a lot of assumptions in my mind. Nearly all of them turned out to be wrong.

There’s the classic “I thought I would have so much free time to do so many productive things!” Going into college, I always had this idea that I would spend so much more time now reading books and finally getting around to attempting to complete a novel. All of a sudden, I was struggling to read the chapters of textbooks for my classes, and I was writing about as much fiction as any non-writer would. I thought my social life had changed forever when I entered high school, but college turned out to be a whole other dimension. I was spending hours of my days, weekday or weekend, with friends, just goofing off or attempting to focus on homework in study rooms in the library. Complete novel my ass; if I’m still writing this blog and even my other one during the school year it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.  Continue reading