The night air was akin to discount theater popcorn (decayed, tepid, buttery) as she ran to her beloved; no one knew how she felt (heaving, undulating, love); the despondency, the yearn for his touch, his kiss (ravaging, encompassing, undying thirst) but tonight (when she thought she might stand it no more and was going to dump his sorry ass for the werewolf) he had summoned her with his mind, commanding her to obey, and so she ran, her body pulsing in expectant rapture, toward death.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
It couldn't have happened that way
Today has been one of those, "why do I feel like I'm just working against the Universe by trying to get anything acomplished?" days. It was awful. Which, as it happens, is one of my favorite words as of late. I shouldn't complain, I'm just exhausted. And when I'm exhuasted, I blog. Which is why I must sound like such a downer on the internets. One day, I'll write when I'm excited...today is not that day obviously.
Moving on...
My professor assigned a creative bit of homework today. Using a method of topic layout that he created, he has put forth the challenge of writing the worst sentence to open a novel with. It's actually part of a context put out by UC- San Jose ( where, ironically, my sister lives). It's based off of that horrific sentence that starts the novel Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton:
"It was a dark and stormy night;"
There's more but I can't copy and paste it, and have no interest in actually writing down the whole thing. If you want to know more just go to: http://www.bulwer-lytton.com
So yeah, now I have to figure out how to write something truly awful (see? love that word) and turn it in on Friday. Sadly I just deleted my other blog that I had from when I was 18-23, which means I'll have to come up with something original instead of just skimming it's archives.
(picnic, lightning)
Moving on...
My professor assigned a creative bit of homework today. Using a method of topic layout that he created, he has put forth the challenge of writing the worst sentence to open a novel with. It's actually part of a context put out by UC- San Jose ( where, ironically, my sister lives). It's based off of that horrific sentence that starts the novel Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton:
"It was a dark and stormy night;"
There's more but I can't copy and paste it, and have no interest in actually writing down the whole thing. If you want to know more just go to: http://www.bulwer-lytton.com
So yeah, now I have to figure out how to write something truly awful (see? love that word) and turn it in on Friday. Sadly I just deleted my other blog that I had from when I was 18-23, which means I'll have to come up with something original instead of just skimming it's archives.
(picnic, lightning)
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