Thursday, March 26, 2009
Cannonball Run
It's been a long-ass time since I last made a real blog entry. The short story is done, and mailed, so that is no longer dominating my life. The papers never seem to end, but what do you expect from taking four English classes in one semester. I only have one left to write for each class, all due on the same day. Theoretically, I could just start writing them now, but anyone who knows me knows that I will put it off until the last minute. As of right now, I have been at the university for ten hours, and I will have to stay here until at least 10 pm, leading me to an even 12 hours at the old University of Regina. Woohoo? I am thanking god that I have tomorrow off, Thursdays are always a really long day.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Finally!
My short story is finally finished! I will not be posting it here, I don't want to ruin the ending, but if anybody wants to proof the story, drop me an e-mail.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Short Story EXTREME!
Every time I actually sit down and write, it seems like the story is going to be longer and longer, it seems like I am going to have to go some heavy editing to stay under the 2500 word limit. On the plus side, I really love how the story is unfolding in print, and it is exciting the see the story in my head become real.
The beautiful woman would return every single night; she would always disappear if Davis tried to approach her. So he would just sit in his window watching her, every night, wondering who she was, wishing he could be with her. He knew something was wrong, but he refused to admit it. Night after night, he just watched.
After a week, he snapped back to reality. There must be something bringing her here, something horrible must have happened to her. He knew there was something magical about her, something eerily mystical, this was very clear. The next day, he began looking through the various newspapers that were scattered around his house. He scanned them, looking for anything familiar, something about his address, his street, even a mention of anything sinister that had happened around the town.
Years of rot and decay had made the newspapers almost unreadable, it was a lost cause. Dejected, he decided to, as usual, go to Andrew’s for lunch. As he walked down his sidewalk, Johnson was trimming the hedges. David began to walk faster, hoping he wouldn’t have to get absorbed into meaningless conversation.
“Hey Davis, how are you doing today?”
You son of a bitch, why can’t you just leave me the hell alone…wait, a second, it can’t hurt to ask.
“Johnson, not bad, not bad at all, how are the kids?”
Johnson eyes widened with shock. Davis could tell he would have expected this level at courtesy at this point.
“Th-their great Davis, doing just great.”
“Johnson, let me ask you something, where could a guy find old newspaper articles?”
“Oh, well, the library on 12th and 22nd has a pretty good newspaper archive, I found my grandparents wedding announcement from 1936 there.”
“Thanks Johnson, have a good day.”
The library, it makes so much sense. As Davis walked down the street, he saw Johnson in the corner of his eye, standing in the same spot, watching him in shock. That was fun, messing with Johnson like that, Davis thought, I should do it more often.
The beautiful woman would return every single night; she would always disappear if Davis tried to approach her. So he would just sit in his window watching her, every night, wondering who she was, wishing he could be with her. He knew something was wrong, but he refused to admit it. Night after night, he just watched.
After a week, he snapped back to reality. There must be something bringing her here, something horrible must have happened to her. He knew there was something magical about her, something eerily mystical, this was very clear. The next day, he began looking through the various newspapers that were scattered around his house. He scanned them, looking for anything familiar, something about his address, his street, even a mention of anything sinister that had happened around the town.
Years of rot and decay had made the newspapers almost unreadable, it was a lost cause. Dejected, he decided to, as usual, go to Andrew’s for lunch. As he walked down his sidewalk, Johnson was trimming the hedges. David began to walk faster, hoping he wouldn’t have to get absorbed into meaningless conversation.
“Hey Davis, how are you doing today?”
You son of a bitch, why can’t you just leave me the hell alone…wait, a second, it can’t hurt to ask.
“Johnson, not bad, not bad at all, how are the kids?”
Johnson eyes widened with shock. Davis could tell he would have expected this level at courtesy at this point.
“Th-their great Davis, doing just great.”
“Johnson, let me ask you something, where could a guy find old newspaper articles?”
“Oh, well, the library on 12th and 22nd has a pretty good newspaper archive, I found my grandparents wedding announcement from 1936 there.”
“Thanks Johnson, have a good day.”
The library, it makes so much sense. As Davis walked down the street, he saw Johnson in the corner of his eye, standing in the same spot, watching him in shock. That was fun, messing with Johnson like that, Davis thought, I should do it more often.
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