YA fiction.
i’m on a roll tonight! here’s my short young adult fiction for my children’s lit class.
i can’t believe i still have followers on this blog.
i know i suck at posting lately, but here’s a sci-fi fairytale i wrote for my children’s lit class that i’m super proud of.
i’m really sorry this blog has been dead lately.
i’ve been working a lot and, you know, summer.
the only thing i’ve written since the semester ended is a ridiculously long and ridiculously saccharine queer as folk/glee crossover fic. :|
just wanted to let you guys know that i’m not dead.
Westerville Chapter 3.
here’s where i amuse myself by making my characters torchwood/doctor who nerds. and other things happen. this is as far as i’ve written, and i won’t have much time until after the semester ends, but i’ve got the next few chapters planned out.
The next morning, I put on my incredibly ugly maroon blazer and slate gray slacks and set out to find the cafeteria. Matt had already been gone when I woke up, and I wondered where he possibly had to be at the ungodly hour of 7am. I was glad for the privacy, however, as I wound the ace bandage painfully tight around my chest.
The “dining hall” was surprisingly like a normal high school cafeteria, a stark contrast to the ornate beauty of the rest of the school. It was full of long tables with benches, and posters about healthy eating habits adorned the walls. I was about to take a seat at the end of one of the more empty tables when I heard my name. I scanned the room, and found Shay waving at me, gesturing for me to join him at his table. I was shocked and relieved that he still wanted to speak to me after my unbearable awkwardness the night before.
I took my seat next to Shay, and felt immediately out of place at what was now clearly the jock’s table. Obviously I had never been into sports, as the people who were into sports at my old school were the ones who had made it their ultimate goal to make my life a living hell.
Mega Girl
nothing to do with starship, i just had a brain fart while trying to think of a female superhero name. my head was just like “how about mega girl? no, how about hit girl? how about mega girl?” so i went with mega girl.
anyway. this is a voice piece for my creative writing class. i think i’m just destined to write about teenagers and be a YA writer at this point. i can’t write about adults.
I am Mega Girl. Well, no one calls me that yet, but they will. Trust me, soon everyone will know who I am. I mean, they’ll know who Mega Girl is. But they’ll never know my true identity. That’s how all great superheroes operate; you can’t just let everyone know who you really are, then everyone’ll be knocking down your door trying to get you to save their kitten or beat up their bully or some shit like that.
And I’m well on my way to joining the ranks of Ironman, Batman, all the heroes who don’t really have any super powers aside from their total badassery. I’ve got a few years of middle school Tae Kwon Do under my belt. My blue belt. With a yellow stripe. That’s pretty high, in case you didn’t know. So I figure I can use my martial arts abilities as well as my cunning and my disregard for rules to fight crime in our fair city.
Although, to be honest, there’s not much crime to be fought in Huntington, Vermont. Maybe I’ll catch some teenagers cow-tipping or TPing the town center on cabbage night, but soon I’ll have to find some real bad guys to demolish. I’ll move to New York or LA, start my life as just another college student with a job at a coffee shop and then WHAM! That city won’t know what hit it. I’ll go over the cops, I’ll catch the criminals before they do, and they’ll have to take pictures with me on the steps of city hall as I accept the key to the city or whatever it is they give people as rewards these days.
Yeah, Mega Girl will soon be a household name. There’ll be comic books, movie adaptations, action figures, t-shirts, booths at ComicCon, the works. And I’ve got a totally kick-ass costume to make sure I look awesome in the pictures amateurs will snap of me fighting crime and submit to the papers the next day. It’s a little cliché, tights, a mask, a cape and everything else, but if I’m gonna be a superhero I might as well look the part.
So get ready, world, because Mega Girl is coming. Just as soon as I graduate and get the fabric to make my costume. Then I’ll be a hero the likes of which America has never seen!
Westerville Chapter 2
my creative writing professor loved this, i think because she loves YA fiction and that is undoubtedly what this would be if i took out some of the profanity. anyway, here’s the next part, it’s a bit of a flashback chapter. i have a lot more planned for this.
here’s the link to chapter 1.
and yes, elephant in the room, obviously i was inspired by glee/cp coulter’s dalton. i’m trying really, really hard not to rip them off, and i hope that i’m succeeding because the writers at glee and cp are all extremely talented and i couldn’t even hope to do them justice if i WERE plagiarizing them. but that’s my disclaimer, in case everyone is like “HEY CP LOOK AT THIS LOSER WANNABE COPYING YOU!” that’s really not my intention, i was just inspired by how character-driven her story is, and i realized that i never put too much thought into that and so for this i wrote out bios for each character and really tried to understand them. and just an fyi, my story is going to veer away from the kurt story on glee, trust me. anyway. that’s that. here it is.
You Saved Me
i wrote this last week for my creative writing class. i like it, although i think it might be too much of a depressing, debbie-downer sadfest. anyway, all this twin madness in the glee fandom has made me even more obsessed with twins than i already was, so that’s where this came from.
and i’m going to start putting the read more break after a few paragraphs of the story because i want to suck people in. bwahaha.
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Claire fanned her face with a creased copy of the program, barely feeling the cool air on her cheek. The quiet chatter of the room was pressing in on her temples, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to imagine that she was any place but there. But no, much to her dismay, the same scene unfolded as she opened her eyes. Relatives upon relatives, dressed in black, clutching handkerchiefs and programs and little plates of food. The children played in a corner, not understanding the meaning of the day but knowing they had better stay out of the way.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” said a voice to her left, dripping with pity.
“Thank you,” Claire replied, not looking to see who had spoken. She was imagining the air in the cramped living room, everyone’s breath mingling until she wasn’t even breathing air anymore, but a cloud of everyone’s used-up breath. Suddenly nauseous, she stood to leave. Too fast, she realized, as a jolt of pain shot through the healing incision on her stomach.
The frigid January air sent goosebumps along Claire’s exposed arms, and she welcomed the sensation. Any sensation. Anything but the numbness that had engulfed her for the past six days. Six days without her other half, and she had yet to shed a tear. Her family looked at her, was always looking at her, cautious and terrified of the expressionless face, waiting for the collapse. Honestly, Claire was waiting for it too. She stood in the driveway of the home they had grown up in, underneath the basketball hoop that hadn’t been acknowledged in years.
“God, Sarah, why can’t you just be here?”The sound of her own voice startled her, almost as much as the reply.
“I am here.” Claire whirled around, almost falling to the ground as she saw the mirror image of herself outside of a mirror for the first time in six days.
That Night
i wrote this two years ago, but it had a much shorter, simpler ending until today. i’m still not totally sure that it’s finished, but i had to wrap it up so i could submit it to the english department awards, so…here you go. i’ll just say two things to entice you: gay. texas.
maybe that would only be enticing to me, but…
