Creative Writing project dump: LimerickA fellow who lived by the docksCreative Writing project dump: Limerick by *aughters
Built a place where men fought with their cocks.
It won't shock you to know
He charged ten bucks a show
As mad roosters can deal hard knocks.
Creative Writing project dump: Short story #1Three years have passed since Ell's mother died, and whatever it was inside Ella that shattered that day has never been fixed.Creative Writing project dump: Short story #1 by *aughters
This morning she was covered head to foot in ash, dress ruined, hair silver with the stuff. At first, like always, she was outraged and howled at Mother for it, calling her a cruel old hag. After a moment, like always, she calmed down, nodded her head once, then disappeared, trailing after her a stream of vindictive monologue. "I'm a good child. I will bear the ashes. I won't complain. Evil woman."
I suspect the brains of many "kind" people work like Ella's does, first with anger at injustice, then faux sincerity and resentful self-assurance. The only difference is that Ella no longer has a filterit's one of the many things that her mother's death robbed from her. Later she went out to the mound she believes to be her mother's grave and wept, as she does. It's these times when she seems closest to reality, although she rarely talks to me or Clara.