Beautiful World (242 words)

“I got a letter in the mail today, from her parents. It was allabout how they hoped I’d burn in hell, that good stuff. They wrote about how pretty her eyes were, how kind she was, how many friends she had; man it was a long letter.”

My therapist looks at me, cocking her head to the side with a smirk, muttering, “That’s about right.”

She clears her throat and asks more clearly, “And you feel nothing? Not even remorse?”

I smile widely at her doing my best to seem authentic. “I think I’ve cried enough, Doc, don’t you?”

I fold up the letter and catch a glimpse of a single word: forgiven.

I finish, calmly placing it into my jumper pocket. Doc wants to see me burn, I can tell from the way she looks at her notes, that gleam in her eyes when she looks back at me.

“I see.” She writes on her notepad, glancing at me. And there’s that twinkle in her eyes again. “This is your last evaluation before sentencing, Sophie. Do you want to share anything else with me?”

My smile disappears as the guard comes for me. The bags under my eyes are heavy from the long nights up, watching my rapist roommate.

“We both know they’ll give me the needle, Doc. It won’t change anything.”

Eight months ago I killed Maggie Crowley. I guess you could say we were friends.

Classes and Writing Ideas

So I haven’t been on this blog in a week or two and I’ll say it again. I’m so NOT good at this. But I will say that I have been genuinely busy and still thinking about what to post up next, what I wanted to do school wise and what-not. I am currently a college student, so I have a busy schedule. Please forgive me for my inability to give you enough attention. This is not sarcasm, in case it sounded like that.

Right now I’m taking a course with my professor and we’re doing a lot of “Flash Fiction.” Flash Fiction is basically fiction with a limit to words, so basically we write stories that have to be below a certain limit. I am NOT good at that. The first story I’ve posted on my blog is actually a revision of a shorter piece, but it well done in that format (the current blog post “For the Love of a Child”). I  am done with another second piece and will be posting that up soon, for those who read this and want to see another story.

I will say that it took some time, and will continue to take time as I write new stories. I am a creative writing major and I have a lot of things to do, but I will update as often as I can.

The program at my University is running a program, which is really cool, called “Graphic Flash.” It brings authors and artists together–who have never met– to draw pieces for the writers work. It’s really cool. We email the artists and they draw something up for our story, and we can’t explain it to them, help them understand the concepts, nothing. We don’t even get to meet them until the presentation day! It’s really amazing because they can show everyone their own interpretation of your work. It’d be amazing to see it and actually have the work match the intent of your writing.

It’s next month, October. So when it comes up maybe I’ll post some pictures here. What do you guys think?Is it a cool idea?

I’d love to read some comments, and hey send me some ideas for stories if you’d like to see how I’d go about writing it. ©

Hello Blogging Universe!

For the purposes of using this blog…Like many individuals… Never mind.

I’m not going to say I’m a professional when it comes to blogging. This is my first time writing on such a massive scale. (Trust me when I say a blog is massive in scale for me).

I’m D. Arlene and I’m an aspiring author. Like a bunch of other people out there I want to publish a book or a story in a magazine or something one day. That’s my first dream. I also want to be a college professor one day and teach my students something valuable. I’m writing this blog to get my work out there and honestly hope that someone with take the time to read it and enjoy it if its good.

I’ve always read books and loved reading stories that other authors had written. I’m that girl that wished she could do that, but never did until she couldn’t get a crazy idea our of her head. I’m here because I’ve been writing with so many ideas in my head. And I want to share them here with you. So read my works and enjoy them as much as you can, if you can.

I want to hear everything you have to say about them and if you have any advise as a fellow writer, I’d be happy to listen. ©

For the love of a Child (488 words)

A man, early twenties, sun tanned and dull-eyed lies on the hospital bed, staring out of a closed window at the sunny, light-blue sky.

“The damage to James’ spine was too extensive to repair, especially with his weak heart.” Dr. Sanchez flips through his charts. “According to the police officer he was driving over eighty-five miles an hour and rear-ended another driver. Frankly, I’m surprised he’s even alive.”

The hospital door creaks open and a young woman, brunette peeks slowly into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Mr. Morgans bellows.

“I wanted to see him. I’m sorry, just please let me see him!” Analese tries to make her way to James’ bedside, but Mr. Morgans grabs her by the wrist, squeezing as he drags her out into the hall.

“Please, I have to explain Morgans—you have to let me explain about the baby, please.”

“It’s Mr. Morgans, for the millionth time! How the hell do you expect to speak to him now anyway? You little bitch! If you hadn’t gone near my son like I told you to none of this would happened!” Mr. Morgans stands over Analese at his full six-foot-five, broad shoulders heaving.

Analese holds her hands up, palms out in front of her chest, as if to keep him away. “Mr. Morgans, I never meant for any of this to happen I swear to you, I loved James, despite what you think of me. I didn’t expect to end up with him when I first started volunteering here. I didn’t expect to get pregnant either, but it happened. Please Mr. Morgans, even if you don’t like me I need to see him.”

“Have you fuckin’ lost it!?” Morgans stares down at the young woman, dark circles under his eyes. “Not now, not ever. I don’t care how much you say you care for him. James already had a bad heart condition, trouble keeping up at school, and then you come around and fill his head with nonsense, get pregnant and for what? So your boyfriend can go and harass him wherever James went? You stupid, filthy whore!”

Mr. Morgans chest heaves as he snatches up Analese’ neck and holds tight. “You brought hell into our lives and you think you can come around and ask to see him?” Mr. Morgans leans in closer. “He stole my car, Analese! He stole it, and drove after your boyfriend in that stupid red Mitsubishi after he found out he was the one who hit you. And now that boy is dead and James is paralyzed from the neck down.”

“It wasn’t like that Morgans, please!” Analese chokes out, trying to pry his hands loose.

James continues to stare out that window, unable to make sense of what’s going on outside of room. He just keeps looking for something red. Not knowing why, only that it has to burn. ©

Not a Chicken without a Head

There are a lot of ideas running through my mind, often they shift and turn. Staying in my head or exploding full force and turning me into the Queen of anti-social habits. I’ll run around like a chicken without a head for a couple of minutes and head back to the desk to write.

 I lied, I have writer’s block. Nothing in my head is buzzing around. Sorry, no chicken running around madly today!

Usually I have some kind of idea about what I want to write: little girls running around and burning things, or a girl watching people talk across the street. I don’t know. I started this blog with a great amount of skepticism. Despite the fact that I am a writer, and am currently taking courses to better my stories style, its a challenge in its own right to actually share my work with a complete stranger. But isn’t that a fear that some writer’s start out with? I’ve shared work with friends, but I’m going to try and “expand my horizons.”

I do think, however, that this experience will be unique and interesting enough to hold my attention. It’ll push me farther to share my work with those who take the time to read my stories.

I wanted to start posting stories here, but I don’t have many surprisingly for a writer. I will post what I’ve written before, as soon as I finish editing them. I don’t want to give you all something that is complete junk. That’s not cool, or professional for that matter.

I want to share my thoughts and get opinions. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I want to start out as a first requesting some topics. There are so many things that people want to read about, or hear about, etc. What stories do you like? For my first blog I kind of just want to understand what it is you read. Basically, I want a discussion with you all. I’m new at this, and I’ll have another page or something to that effect. ©