Genre Biography & Autobiography. Page - 32
This is one of my first exercises at a writing class as well as more of a short story, through Writer's Studio. It was a lot of help with fresh ideas, and learning many styles of writing. I hope you enjoy it, and please be honest about your critiques. So that I will continue improving, and do some editing along the way.
Also there are other short stories as well from my literture class as a self-bio pieces. Some poetic, some are snippets of memories.
I'll probably reorganize the chapters a little later, so if it's confusing at first, I'll fix it soon, you don't have to wait though, since each is like it's own seprate piece.
Here' the excerise (aka.preamble) that sparked the idea:
Writer's Studio
June 2012
Preamble: Creating a first-persona narrator that is based on a younger version of myself. A specific moment in my life; age, setting, and season. Try to reveal something about the narrator; wishes, desires, hurts, and conflicts. Focus on technique and the freedom the voice gives you. Think about the tone of my narrator, not so much mood, but how to separate the two of them.
I once spent a lot of time on an island that I am now convinced was never there.
Sometimes you have a memory that is just there, in the corner of your mind...niggling to get out....
Memories are what life is made of, and the only thing that lives on after we are gone.
A=Alex
C=Choco
C: Hi, it's me Choco. I've decided to write a blog about our life and stuff. BTW Choco and Alex aren't our real names.
A= I've created this blog with the halp of my bff C. This tells you *almost* everything about our daily lives - the good, the bad, and the just plain hilarious.
This story is not yet finished things will be added and changed!
Do you know what it's like to feel happiness, to be warm and content, just from the look in her soft brown eyes I'd do. Her eyes are my happy place, her smile is my oasis, her presences is simply my blessing.
There was something wrong with her. I couldn't quite tell yet, but you could see it in her eyes. The pain, the truth behind the smile, it all came out in her eyes. I wish I know what to do.
This book is about, well books which i hope to upload one day! And other stuff :)
Over the last 17 years, my mom and dad have been working on creating the perfect family. It took fifteen years to get the complete package, with five separate deliveries and one that never arrived. I don't remember my older brother's birth (duh) or mine, but the rest are clear memories, as if they only happened the other day.