Friday, February 15, 2008

Challenge: It Came From The Deep

Inspiration:

A complete skeleton of the biggest reptile that ever existed has been unearthed in Mexico.

The creature was 20 metres long and had machete-sized teeth that could bite through granite.

The fossilised bones are of a fierce predator that ruled the oceans about 150 million years ago.

Rules:


  • Using as much or as little detail as you'd like create a story featuring this unknown sea creature.

  • Your goal is to write for only 30 minutes to an hour.

  • Your minimum word count is 225 words, your maximum is 400.

  • The story doesn't need to be a complete narrative with a begining, middle, and end. Just as long as it goes somewhere.

  • Have fun!



Deadline:

Friday the 22nd - Monday the 24th (Not manditory but just a roundabout date. :D)

I'm fully expecting pieces that are 10,000 BC and Cloverfield inspired from some of you but try and push beyond that! :D

-Megs!

Creative Writing Club Goes All Online!

Greetings one and all!

As the quarter rolls on and things get more and more hectic for all of us all around, the Creative Writing Club is actually going to make the conversion to meet completely online for the rest of the quarter. :3 This gives folks who were meeting regulars a much needed break and folks who could never make it up to ACA on Sundays a chance to participate as well! Every week I'll be posting a challenge, story starter, or some sort of motivational exercise to get all of you creatively thinking and doing so you can submit your work for the blog! :D

Let's build something beautiful, people!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Meeting Cancelled!

Attention! Attention! This is a bit of a last minute thing but silly me forgot one crucial thing this weekend.

The Superbowl. D:

So tonight's meeting is cancelled. Enjoy the Superbowl and see you next Sunday! :>

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Sunday Meeting!

Heya Hepcats and Kittens! Sunday's upon us already, how did that happen?

This is just your heads-up that we're still on like Donkey Kong for the Sunday Meeting at 7PM over in the ACA Coca-Cola Room. Considering the hour it's done we all do things potluck style where everyone brings something to share be it homemade or bought from a drive-thru. You can even shell out two quarters and nine pennies and get the drinks from Publix and be the hit o the meeting. However do be kind and consider picking up some cups too. :>

As usual we'll have a little lecture and flashfiction exercise so bring something to write with/on! :> This time I think I have a pretty dandy little exercise planned that I hope works in the way I think. Also it turns out there's PLENTY of outlets in the Coca-Cola Room so if you want to bring your laptop along feel free. However ACA doesn't have wireless internet and for that we make the sad face. D:

See you there! :>

-Megs

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Quiz

The wind whipped the waves against the battered ship. Inside the ship’s cabin, its lone passenger entertained his drifting mind by remembering the 50 United States and their capitols. Soon his mind became bored, and he turned instead to remembering with pride the glory of his days as the sea’s most knowledgeable man.
It had been the loss of his final trivia quiz that had killed everyone on board. They had met the feared quizzical sea monster and upon her orders, the crew chose one man to trust their lives with.
Now the one man sat alone, soon to die of starvation for the ocean planned never to calm. Slowly he stood up while the pang of hunger struck deep into his abdomen. Hunching over, he slowly moved from the corner bed to the Captains desk, where he took a seat and found a last sheet of paper. Here he began writing about himself, reflecting on his life lived as one nearing death often does.
Memories flew back to him from the distant past, from the days when he and his mother had driven from the coast of California to the Michigan Lakes, just to see the snow. The first time he’d seen snow in his life, they were at a McDonalds, using the restroom and picking up burgers. Outside, white flakes began to fall, and he stared quietly out the window, his mouth open just slightly. His mother dropped the tray of burgers onto the table and grabbed him fiercely, screaming in a high pitch, “Robbie! It’s snowing!” She carried him outside and they spun around with their arms open, extending their tongues to catch the falling flakes.
Robbie’s face grew pale. He put down the pen and stared at the wall, his heart beat growing stronger in his chest and tears brimmed on his eyes. Suddenly he stood up, throwing the chair back, and ran out to the deck. Pummeled by the rain he raised his arms and screamed into the night, “It was a snowflake! The answer to your question was a snowflake!” His scream, although very powerful for a man, was completely lost and forgotten in the noise of the ocean. He dropped onto his knees and let the rain soak him. Then he lifted his chin and extended his tongue.

-Katie

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Pleasant Fictions

Prompt: The poor nanny smiled at the guard in the store to cover things up.


Story: Pleasant Fictions

She smiled at him; it was one of those sad longing expressions that one couldn’t quite place if it’s one of those combinations of adoration or a miserably confused mess of servitude. He watched her, his head tilted in curiosity, unable to make out what she was trying to convey. They never spoke much as it was their rule, their law to keep things uncomplicated. She’d drop off the screaming brats with her best friend and he’d fudge his timesheets so he could skip out of duty early.

The sex wasn’t particularly spectacular, they always would lie to each other that it was the best they ever had. He lied that he’d leave his wife for her. She lied that she was a Manhattan socialite with wealth to spare. Still she smiled sadly and longingly up at him as he emptied himself into her.

She lied about the abortion of their own child.

-Megs

The System

The system didn't work.

It was flawed and no matter how Ivan tried to convince his superiors, they viewed everything as status quo. No matter how he kicked and screamed, they would just inject him with another round of sedatives and gagged him as they administered their form of therapy. When they finished their battery, and it really was a battery in the truest and most grim sense of the word, they dropped their test subject unceremoniously in his cell. It was dank, dark, and water stereotypically dripped somewhere in the distance. Ivan's chest rose and fell with the tempo of water drops.

Drip.

Inhale.

Drop.

Exhale.

Drip.

Cough.

Blood was on his lips, and he was bleeding internally. They assured him he was fine. That the system was perfect. Everything was status quo. His superiors would be so pleased that everything was going according to plan. Ivan would be promoted for certain! More tests. More drugs. More sedatives. More kicking. More screaming.

More bleeding from places that no human being should.

He had caught a glimpse of himself in the chrome walls... Ivan had begun to bleed from his eyes.

Everything was status quo.

Drip.

Inhale.

Drop.

Exhale.

-Megs

Let Me Tell You A Story...

Hello and welcome one and all!

Welcome to the official blog of the SCAD-Atlanta Creative Writing Club! Here in these pixelated pages you will find flashfiction exercises, snippets of longer projects, ideas to help participants stay motivated, and maybe an announcement or two of upcoming events.

So sit back, relax, pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup of coffee and have some tiramisu. Another author is about to take the stage for a reading...

-Megs
Creative Writing Club President and Fiery Eraser MC