Who Am I?

I decided to start a blog for actual creative writing. I realized my first one became more about just random everyday this is what happened junk. So now this is going to showcase all of my creative writings. I actually have started writing a couple books. I've decided to turn some of my adventures (or misadventures) in the dating world into stories. With the right twist and skill they actually could be something besides a teen girl diary mess. I hope to post something at least once a week and yes some of these will be old writings, stuff from high school. But ya know, I will run out of those and have to actually start new stuff, so you can look forward to that. This first post I actually wrote as a little "summer school" thing I did on my old kiwibox account. I took a creative writing "class" and the first assignment was to introduce ourselves. Everyone else in the "class" wrote "Hey I'm Alicia. I'm 16. I love to hang out with friends.. blah blah blah." I took it as a creative writing assignment and described myself a little better so let me know what you think. (Keep in mind I did write this (oh man uhhhhhh) at least 3 years ago so when I was 20 or younger.) I changed it just slightly so its more up to date.

It's a dark night and a girl runs through the rain. Her hair catches the shine from the streetlight briefly. It is crimson but fading. Her apathy is apparent by her lackluster locks. She seems to be in some hurry, perhaps trying to avoid as much rain as possible. She slows her pace, approaching her wanted destination. One would imagine she would duck inside in a flash. Instead, she looks up, arms outstretched and lets the rain beat upon her. She laughs. Her appearance and demeanor make her look and feel like a child. She steps forward then jumps in a puddle before walking the steps to the door. Inside the phone is ringing. She hastily jiggles the keys. The answering machine picks up. "Hi. You've reached Charlotte and Shane.." She opens the door and runs for the phone. "Hello?!" Only a dial tone responds. The playfulness is gone. She sighs and hangs up.

So the setting is all wrong for an actually description of me. There is not streetlight, nor steps. It seems like a city setting and I definitely don't live there. But everything else pretty much works. The only thing I changed was that when I wrote this there was a different boys name on the answering machine. Which of course when I wrote it, I was not living with that boy either (we had talked about it). I've been reading a book about writing books actually and I just read last night about how to start by introducing your character. Getting to know the person and setting without stating each thing. I actually love this "piece". The fact is that I don't know that much about writing, I just write. And now that I read a little of that book and what the (award winning) novelist is teaching is what I was doing years ago. So I don't know, maybe that says something. I hope you liked it and could actually understand what I was describing, what each sentence meant without it blatantly saying it (especially the ending.. nobody got that in the "class"). And expect more soon. But nothing too new for a little while.