Random Impulse --- Class Response

This is in response to class on Wednesday!... FYI tattoos really don't hurt that bad,  I was just playing it up a little!!

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I wasn’t afraid. At least not until I heard the buzzing… I was the loud, annoying reminder of the pain that was soon to follow. I clenched my eyes shut, willing for the strength to endure the situation I paid to be in. The stencil was in place, the ink laid out and the gun buzzing in eagerness as it got closer and closer to my skin. The tattoo I’d wanted for years suddenly seemed like a foolish idea-- a child’s aspiration. But I couldn’t back out now…

The needles burned like acid being injected under my skin. The pain was so vast and so deep I couldn’t even voice the word ‘stop.’ My mouth stayed open in a silent scream… The tattoo artist was a master of torture and cruelty, a monster using art and beauty to entice its unknowing victims only to then maliciously sink its needles deep under their skins.

After an hour and a half the two birds were forever perched behind my ears. It was sick to think something to small, something so innocent could cause so much pain. Not even the devil himself would have caused so much pain…

 I hear them whispering to me in my sleep. They tell me that I am their host and they are the parasites feeding on me… I’m afraid.

I hear them at night—feasting on me. They are constantly growing bigger. I barely have the strength to hold me head up… I’m so afraid.

I can feel them moving—digging deeper into my flesh. My body is womb that feeds and contains them-- soon they will have no use for me… I don’t want to me alone. I will not let them go.

Random Impulse

As the vibrations rumbled through my body and the wind whipped through my hair and found its way behind my aviators to dry my eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder… how the hell did I get here? Taking a corner at seventy-five miles an hour I used my legs to tighten my grip on the man old enough to be my father that was driving in front of me. He was far from a parental figure-- he reeked of bourbon and weed but his unmatched wit and humor always left me with a smile on my face. At least until he made a sexual remark that reminded me if his true intentions... How the hell did I get here? On the back of his motorcycle, with his gang behind I suddenly felt kind a prisoner, a caged animal with no escape. I settled lower into the seat to block the cold wind, Jenny’s voice was ringing in my head… please God, turn me into a bird so I can fly far, far away.  

Random Impulse

She could only shake her head. The man, the inhuman monster, would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. Oh, the nightmares which were sure to come. Glancing down at the monstrosity that was once her collar bone, she began shaking uncontrollably. Her shoulder looked like ground beef with bits of bones riddled throughout, the severity of the wound was hidden by the blood pooling in it… at least until she saw the two ends of her collar bone that were evidence of Vincent biting clear through her bone. Hyperventilating, she knew the grievous wound would heal long before the internal scares.  In seconds that man tore her off her cold pedestal and left her as a terrified little girl bleeding all over the floor in the fetal position.

Darkness again began creeping into the corners of her vision, even with MaCreedy’s hand still gripping hers tightly. “Strawberry frosted donut.” It was all she could manage to stutter before succumbing to unconsciousness, feeling cold, alone and understanding, for the first time in her life, what a victim felt like as Darkness laid her macabre hand over quarry.

Reading Response

Crowding and Leaping - Steering the Craft

 

I suck at crowding… and I suck at leaping. So this chapter was beneficial to me. It is very hard for me vomit everything up on the page, to get everything out at one time and then go back and edit out what is not really important. In fact, it’s nearly impossible. I edit myself before I get anything out on paper and I know it holds me back, especially when it comes to detail. Most of my prose writing is inside the mind of my characters, paying more attentions to their feelings and intentions rather than their surroundings. After reading the chapter, I know I need to break myself of my bad habit and allow myself to vomit up everything. I need to learn how to crowd when it comes to my character’s setting, appearance, and just vomit out everything… then go back and leap over what isn’t really needed. Basically Le Guin is talking about what Davidson and Fraser would call “expansion and contraction”… It’s exactly the same concept, just a different name!

Random Impulse

 The frogs would keep me up at night; their splashes and bellowing would pierce through the glass of my window. My sister, Karen, could sleep through it. Her light snores adding to the noise that kept me from the dream world I yearned for. I loved the frogs; until my head rested on my pillow. As a child, the frogs seemed like gigantic creatures, I could barely contain them with my dainty hands. They were nearly the size of a large dinner plates. Eyes, merely black beads of intelligence concaved out of the sides of their heads, burning with information on the murky waters of the pond they call home. I envy them for their knowledge, but I couldn’t disrupt the water lilies.

Junkyard Quotes

1.      1. “Cunt is only a word girls can say, if a guy says cunt than it’s automatically a bad word.” – A friend

      This was one of those times when you feel a little uncomfortable but it’s an awesome feeling. 

2.      2. “You aren’t a girl.” –Micah

“Huh?” –Me

“You like dark beer. Girls don’t like dark beer. That means you aren’t a girl.” –Micah

“No. It just means I have a bigger penis than you.” – Me

       Dialogue! My friends are the best when it comes to uncomfortable conversations.

3.      3. “I think I just swallowed a fly… it tastes like ass and garbage.” – A friend’

     Descriptions are a wonderful thing!

4.    4. "Therein lies the stale mate I might break.” – Far Scape

             The dialogue on Far Scape isn’t anything special, except when it comes to Scorpios!

5.     5. "You’re so strange.” –Adam

“And you wear tights and beat people with sticks.” –Me

       I amuse myself sometimes...