A2 Creative Writing Lesson 1
We had to connect five scenarios together into a very short story. And I came up with this piece of poo. Bare in mind I had to do this in 7 mins, so if the writing looks like well...how I normally write but also like a 12 year old's, put it down to the pressure of doing this in 7 mins and the fact that I write like a 12 year old.
The Five Scenario/object/time blah blah:
4:30
Winter
Johanna
Hoddie
Bricks
Blue
How to connect these simple words into a story...
It's 4:30 am. I'm sure she said meet up by the alley next to Macy's at 4:30 am. If I've missed out on our appointment, I'm as good as dead. The snowflakes cut through my skin like tiny pieces of glass. I hug myself for insulation. Then I see her, Johanna, coming towards me. She's wrapped up in a baggy hoodie that looks as if she's wearing an unattractive dress to match her unattractive face. Covered in red spots with cracked lips. She has something in her left hand, which I can't quite place. Then, she's right in front of me, holding a brick in her left hand and a roll of cash in the other. What's the brick for? I wonder. Probably the way I'm going to die because I did not get the measurements accurate enough.
"Hello, sweetheart, you got something for me?" she says as coldly as the winter snow.
"Yes, early Christmas gift," I say . I reach into my backpack and reveal the contents. I hold out a bag of the crystal blue product otherwise known as crystal meth. I hand it over to her. She feels it in her hands, testing the weight, I think.
"This is it? We agreed on 2 pounds!" she shrieks, rage dominating her voice.
"Production issues," is all I can say in barely a whisper.
"I'll give you a goddam issue!"
Next thing I know, I'm knocked out unconscious, after she threw the brick at me.
1...2...3...you have permission to laugh your arse off.
The Five Scenario/object/time blah blah:
4:30
Winter
Johanna
Hoddie
Bricks
Blue
How to connect these simple words into a story...
It's 4:30 am. I'm sure she said meet up by the alley next to Macy's at 4:30 am. If I've missed out on our appointment, I'm as good as dead. The snowflakes cut through my skin like tiny pieces of glass. I hug myself for insulation. Then I see her, Johanna, coming towards me. She's wrapped up in a baggy hoodie that looks as if she's wearing an unattractive dress to match her unattractive face. Covered in red spots with cracked lips. She has something in her left hand, which I can't quite place. Then, she's right in front of me, holding a brick in her left hand and a roll of cash in the other. What's the brick for? I wonder. Probably the way I'm going to die because I did not get the measurements accurate enough.
"Hello, sweetheart, you got something for me?" she says as coldly as the winter snow.
"Yes, early Christmas gift," I say . I reach into my backpack and reveal the contents. I hold out a bag of the crystal blue product otherwise known as crystal meth. I hand it over to her. She feels it in her hands, testing the weight, I think.
"This is it? We agreed on 2 pounds!" she shrieks, rage dominating her voice.
"Production issues," is all I can say in barely a whisper.
"I'll give you a goddam issue!"
Next thing I know, I'm knocked out unconscious, after she threw the brick at me.
1...2...3...you have permission to laugh your arse off.
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