Um, hey. Remember me? That girl who used to post about writing sometimes, but then disappeared for four or five months? Yeah, that girl. I’ve decided it’s time to resurrect my blog, and I figured I would start with a reintroduction of sorts.
I wrote a little non-fiction story a year or so ago, for a competition put on by Lady Gaga of all people. The prompt was “Why are you born this way?” Of course, the winning entry was a gay man who had struggled with acceptance all this life, which is a worthy story, but definitely not mine. Anyway, I feel like this sums me up pretty well, for all of its wackiness. Enjoy!
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Hello, all! Today I’m posting a response to a challenge I found on susanwritesprecise.
The prompt is to write a story about a bus ride without using any adjectives or adverbs. It’s a great way to prune down writing to the bare essentials. That being said, if I let a few slip–well, I’ve never been a huge stickler for the rules anyway. So, without further ado, enjoy my little short story!
“In Hell, there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.”
– Andre Gide
And so… the time has come. I’m posting my own work on my blog for the first time, and I decided to make it my newest one, which I wrote because of a challenge put forth by my family. “Write a Christmas poem!” my aunt said, but I could not think of anything to write about Christmas that hadn’t already been done. So, I decided to write a not-a-Christmas (but really a Christmas) poem. Enjoy!