Sunday, August 21, 2016

2 short stories

I do think I'm going to do the breast feeding story from a child's pov... Or the pagan ritual story. 

And then one about a fiction fantasy writer. The girl is in a lecture hall about literary writing, Nd all she can think about is fantasy. She's begins to imagine the treacherous journey and the heroine falling in love with an elven prince..... Who just so happens to look a lot like Elain, the girl that sits one row below her. She daydreams and then is brought back to class with a line from the professor. Her eyes and mind travel the room, contemplating what kind of realistic thing she could write. Her eyes travel over different faces in the room, and when they reach the window on the far wall she imagines flying. Feeling the wind bends the her wings... Or the image in her mind changes - she is being carried by a beautiful harpy from the Norse mythology. Decked in armour the beautiful woman is regal and warrior like, reminding her of her sister in the military. 

She shakes her head, no! She needs to focus! Realistic.. What was something that was realistic but entertaining or interesting.... Not much. Murder!! Who wasn't interested in murder? She grinned to herself already imagining the killer and their back story. She could practically see the crime scene... When she is brought back to reality by the teacher. 

Realistic... How about something that was a hot issue? Abortion... She could write a teen pregnancy story that ends with an abortion but paints the girl in a sympathetic light? Nah. Homosexuality was probably something the professor saw all the time. Breast feeding was a possibility. She thought about the endless amount of videos spamming across her social medi shaming women for breast feeding in public. There was some potential...

But she wasn't satisfied. She wanted to really do something creative.. Only everything she could think of was not allowed. She wanted to do something clever since she couldn't do what she knew she excelled at. She couldn't tell if she wanted to scream in frustration or laugh at herself. Then it hit her. When you are put in a narrow box, think outside the box. She smiled as she jotted down her idea - she would write about a writer trying to think of what to write. 

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