Twitter Fiction

I've been working on my twitter fiction quite a bit, and here are two of my pages so far. I've already written about 65 tweets but I'm not done! I chose to write an extended story, using an idea that I’d already been working on. This was a really bad idea because I’m not even close to done, yet I have over twice our requirement. I have completed at some point most of the requirement from the “to do list”, I even have an idea of a picture to add. I’m really enjoying writing out this story because I’ve been trying to figure this out for a while now.  I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with having chosen to put this story out there through twitter, but I’m enjoying it so I’ll stick with my first instinct and go for it. I only chose to write the extended tweets because I had an idea. I would love to go back and write some individual stories later, but for now I’m dedicated to my long story. 

Final Day (ending)

A single tear ran down my face, I raised the knife with blood already on it, and I ripped it across my throat. My eyes shut and I felt all control I had over my body drain out of me. I then slept forever, alone and drowning in sorrow. Leaving this world and all physical being in my past. They found my body the next day. I never would have guessed how worried everyone was when I didn’t show up at work. Word traveled to Jeremy’s parents immediately, and to him soon after. He had a girlfriend, but I still meant the world to him. They told him about my message. When my co-worker walked into the room she first saw the wall,

I Love you Jeremy, I always will.

-sincerely; Jj

  He followed me into death soon there after. The world was rid of us both, and order was somehow restored. Now, well the only way left to go, is up. 

Final Day (part 7)

Time had gone by without me noticing and all of a sudden I was hungry again and it was about 7:00 in the evening, already getting dark. My last stop for the day was dinner anyways. I went to this restaurant that happened to be just a few blocks away. It had been my favorit restaurant in town for as long as we had lived here. I walked in and asked for a table for one. When you ask for a table for one, the host always looks at you with sympathy. A look that says ‘Oh, I guess you must be so dull that no one wants to hang out with you, that sucks.’ I waited a while until a table was available then sat down. I had a perky, young woman as a waitress and she was always in a hurry for something. I got my food eventually and it was really worth the wait. I finished up and left a very generous tip, trying to get rid of as much of my money as possible since I soon would have no use for it. I walked home and took my time, trying to find a way to convince myself that I had something to live for, to no avail of course. There was nothing. It was time. I couldn’t put this off any longer. The universe was ready to be rid of me, and I was done trying. I was exhausted by the constant disappointment that I was undergoing. I stepped into my empty house. It already felt like a grave yard, soon, it’ll be mine. I walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the drawer with our cutlery. I lay my hand on a large, sharp knife, with a sleek, black handle. This was the one. I was led back into the living room by the decision I had been trying to forget about for days. The decision that I could no longer change. It was the room I had chosen to be my last place of rest. I slashed the knife across my left hand and the blood started to flow and pool in my hand. I scooped some onto the fingers on my right hand and I wrote on the wall my final words. I then sat myself on the couch and I could feel the pain of the split skin on my hand. It was time. 9: 47 pm.

Final Day (part 6)

About a week before I found out I was moving away we were hanging out. It was a hot Saturday and I lay with my head in his lap and he was playing with my hair absent-mindedly. “Do you ever think about how great it would be to run away? Just me and you, we could escape this stupid town and be happy together.” He said suddenly, “Everything would be so easy. We wouldn’t have to pretend for anyone anymore! My parents wouldn’t give up looking until they found us.” I responded, looking up at his face. He looked content, there was something under the surface though, something that was really bothering him. 

“My parents couldn’t care less. They’d put on that ‘Feel bad for me because my son is gone but all I really want is attention’ face. It sickens me. We would be so happy, just you and me. Can you see it?” 

“Every night, when I’m falling asleep, all I can think about is us… I love you.” This was the first time I said this to him, so I sat up to take in his face just before I said it. He blushed and smiled at me. 

“I’ve loved you my whole life. You’re my everything. If I had my choice of any girl in the world I would chose you every time.”

“I’m glad. Because now, you’re stuck with me” I answered jokingly, adoration as thick in my voice as it was in his. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” And he leaned in slowly, hesitated half an inch away, and then he kissed me. My heart ached every time I thought about Jeremy, but he was unforgettable. He was my first and only love. I was still totally in love with him, which only made me hurt so much more. 

Final Day (part 5)

I stood outside the museum and lost myself in my own thoughts. I’m not sure where my mind was but I decided that it was time for lunch. I went to this nice little sandwich shop around the corner. I then didn’t know what to do. My parents and I, we had some good times, but most of them were back home. I just started to walk; it didn’t really matter where I ended up. We vacationed a lot when I was little. California was one of those places we just kept coming back to. My parents loved California for reasons I could never understand. I guess they loved the sun, the year ‘round climate. I never understood but they were so happy when they made that decision to move. They didn’t realize what I was leaving behind. I never could have told them. I was leaving behind the love of my life. His name was Jeremy. We grew up together. It was the typical story. Our parents were close friends, so when they had a kid at the same time as my parents, we were naturally put together all of the time. When we grew up we started to realize that friendship wasn’t enough for either of us, so we started dating in secret. Our parents were none the wiser since we had been hanging out regularly since either of us could remember. You don’t need any expensive dinners or fancy presents when you know each other that well. All we wanted was to be together, and so we would go out on a picnic, walk along a river side, and watch the sunset at the end of each day. When I told him we were moving he was crushed. It was the only time I ever saw him cry. He was at my parent’s funeral, I wasn’t though. Physically I was there, but my mind couldn’t handle it, so it shut down. I shut everyone out that day. He didn’t even approach me. He saw me, I know that. Our eyes connected for a moment, and then he turned away. I heard he was dating someone else through the grapevine and I guess he couldn’t face me knowing that he had someone back home, and I had no one. Since my parents never knew we were dating, they told me excitedly when his parents had passed along that he had brought his new girlfriend home to meet them. I pretended to be happy for him, but I was heartbroken. Something in me had still hoped that he and I would somehow work out someday, that maybe he would wait for me, and then we could run away together, just like he had always wanted. 

Final Day (part 4)

This didn’t matter though. I was going through with it. My day was planed. I was supposed to go to my crappy paying job but I didn’t, I went to all of the places that had ever brought me joy in California. I went to a museum. I appreciated the past that I had missed, and the beauty that came with the most simple of exhibits. None of it brought me joy. I saw people though, happy people, with dreams and hopes. People who knew who they were. I was still clueless. It wasn’t my parents fault, they were the best family someone could wish for, I swear. They were my only family. Now I was alone in the world. I saw brave faces pass me by every moment, not one of them saw the dead girl walking. I saw a little girl and her mom, hand in hand. It was a beautiful and blissful scene. They where having bonding time amongst the remnants of old civilization. The little girl saw something in me though, somehow. She looked at me with these knowing eyes, understanding far too much for someone so young. She stopped in her tracks and her mom glanced my way, checking what her daughter was so interested in. The mom then pulled the little girl away, lecturing her about how rude it is to stare. This brought me back to a similar day I had with my parents at that age. It was beautiful. The sun was shining and we were a true family. We enjoyed the museum, then went for lunch, and back to the museum. This memory didn’t change anything; it just made me hurt more. I couldn’t think about my parents without thinking about how they’re gone. With this I started to feel as if I was choking. I had to get out of the museum immediately. I stepped outside and I could breathe again, just a little. The clouds had only gotten darker. Already I didn’t have much left to do with myself.

Final Day (part 3)

They saved my life. My lonely, unsuccessful, unimportant, useless life. They gave themselves to a lost cause. I wasn’t very smart. I had a 50 in each class, a 50 exactly. I wasn’t dedicated or passionate about anything. I didn’t even know who I was, it didn’t matter to anyone, and so what was the use in looking? My parents died in a car crash. I was off alone in a park and they were unsure if I was safe. I wasn’t answering my cell phone so the drove to find me. They lost their lives trying to ensure my safety. That is the true definition of love: willing to give up everything, for one person, and not asking a single thing in return. I was down, I was in the park so I could cry and no one would know. Then the moment I found out the only people that loved me and that cared about my existence were gone, I lost any reason I had left to live on this earth. So once this fateful day when the overcast came I didn’t even write a note. There was no one to write to, no one that would notice. It had been two years since my family and I had moved and only around a week since my parents had left me. The funeral had passed and again I had slipped under the radar. People gathered around the friends after the service to console them. I didn’t get as much as a passing glance. It was the longest day of my life. I wore a black fedora with a black veil over my face. This left me to freely cry and not have to face the world. In a situation like this some would turn to drugs, or alcohol. Well, some have money while others don’t. I had no hope, or money to survive on. I had no ambition for anything. There was no point in the effort. I knew exactly the way things would go once I was gone. I wouldn’t show up at work for a few days, so they would call and there would be no answer. Days would pass and eventually someone would be sent to my house to find me. They would find my corps. A short investigation would go underway. They would learn that I had no family, no money or dept to pass on, and my face would be in the paper. It would be the first anyone would hear of me. They would say “Look at her, such a pity no one cared!” They’d laugh cruelly at the pain I had gone through and the end that had found me. It wouldn’t matter though. The adults would complain that they should have done something. They would claim that they saw the signs, or should have seen the signs. Someone would faint after hearing the details of my scene, my final scene. All of a sudden my death would be about the people that are still alive, never about the one that won’t be missed.

Final Day (part 2)

I'm late! I forgot, so I'll be posting a few sections tonight to try and catch up.

Tears ran soundlessly down my cheeks, my skin burned where they touched with the knowledge of what they represented. They represented my end. My final day was started by tears. This sickly, tiresome silence was what could be called the calm before the storm. I then left my warm, messy, loving bed for the last time. I brushed my hair and teeth – such mundane tasks – and then left my home. In reality it was only what used to be my home. The word home implies a warmth, and sentiment behind it, but there was none. All of that had died with the people in it. I stood in the middle of the street in military green shorts and a black turtle neck, staring at what was once a safe place. A place that once held all that was important to me for a little while. Now, nothing more than a shell, a hollow, evil reminder of all I once had, of my reason to live, and the constant reminder that they are all gone. My name was Jennifer, Jennifer Jones. My friends would have called me JJ if I had any. My name really never mattered though. I never really mattered, not to anyone. At the beginning of high school my parents and I moved to California. Once in California it seemed my fate was set. No one saw me. I sat in the back of the room for each class, no one ever tried to talk to me other then the teachers when they called on me in class, which they only did once in a blue moon. At least I had my parents that loved me though. They loved me so much, they really did. They would do anything for me, and they did. They would willingly give their lives for me, and they did that too... 

Final Day (part 1)

I just finished my first round of editing this story! It's a little long so I'll be posting it in bits. Check back tomorrow for the next part if you're interested!

I woke up and everything was cruelly normal. I looked out my window from my bed and saw an overcast day. No rain would come, yet the sun was refusing to shine. It was hiding safely behind the clouds, like a child covering its eyes so it wouldn’t have to see the events that were to unfold today. I knew a single beam of light could have weakened my resolve. With the slightest bit of natural light, my fate could have been different. I was searching for signs that I was wrong and none of them showed. The universe wanted me gone, I was worthless, a waste of space, so by the end of the day I was to be gone. The world was silent as death. As my death.  Not a soul dared make a sound, for fear it would change what had to happen. Fate kept a close eye on me and would not be happy should its plan be changed. Out the window not even the wind was blowing, not a thing moved. All was waiting for me to take the first step. I had a little stare down with the morning and decided I would make the first move. It was 8:59 am. 

Writing Reflection #8

I have some mixed emotions about the newspaper blackout poetry. I enjoyed the looking for words, but even though I know each poem I did was different from the article, it felt like I was just using someone else’s word and the poems didn’t have the same voice as most of my writing has. It was a way of stepping out of my comfort zone even more, and I even picked up another newspaper to try it out again, I’m still uncertain as to if I really like it though. It sucked because, as soon as I got into a nice flow, I’d have a word in mind along with many substitutes, none of them were in the article though. I started so many poems, and then got stumped. I don’t think newspaper blackout is really for me, but I’m still not ready to count it out just yet. It deserves another chance. I found it difficult to keep a poem true to me while using someone else’s words, that really bothered me, and as much as I’m glad I finished at all, I’m not particularly proud of the way any of my poems turned out. They’re a little choppy o say the least and it’s just not my favorite thing. I think with a lot of practice this form of writing could grow on me, but for now I just want to leave poems alone and go back to stories. 

Reading Reflection #8

The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Stephen Chbosky
Pg. 2-108

I realize that my books are constantly changing and I promise to get back and finish the others, but on Friday I forgot my book at home, so I started reading “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”.

My enjoyment of this book is really odd, because I find myself relating to so many of the characters in a big way. This probably doesn’t seem so odd but I really am in awe of how closely I can relate. I think in a similar way to the way Charlie does and it’s really cool seeing into a mind that seems to be so similar to mine. I wonder if a lot of people feel this way and that’s why the book is so popular. I’m not sure, but that’s something reading this has me thinking about.

                This book is so real in a way that is difficult to find in many stories and difficult to portray. It really looks into the idea of “Everyone has a story”. I mean this as in, it explores the things everyone in Charlie’s family has gone through, instead of focusing purely on one character. This really gives a better perspective on everything; no one is who they are just because. Something has happened in everyone’s lives to make them who they are and this book doesn’t hide that from the reader. Although, if you look closely, this is done in a very strategic way. We still know nothing about characters that are painted as just bad, although there seems to be no way that Charlie could know their backgrounds, they still don’t get the same almost courtesy as other characters do. Charlie’s sister’s boyfriend is a good example of this. He hit Charlie’s sister and we have no idea if he was abused as a child, is still abused, or what has made him like this. We don’t even know if he still hits her, or if that only happened the once.

                I feel like this book is exploring a part of us that some people forget is there, and with everything going on, I can’t express how glad I am to read this book. No one knows what to say in certain situations, but this book is all you need if you’re feeling alone. It proves that you aren’t the only one who has ever felt this way and encourages you to talk to someone, or find a way to help yourself. I can really see why this is such a popular book, I can’t put it down!