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Kalil Nasri is technically an abomination, because he began life (and continues life, in most places) as a TF2 OC, but everybody has to come from somewhere.

The 7 train rattling over Roosevelt Avenue in Woodside was too loud, and so Kalil’s father had bought a space for the store a block over, where it was quieter. )
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This was my second workshop piece, the first being an excerpt from my '09 NaNo. No instructions were given for workshops, so I played with writing Ryan in the throes of his psychologically-driven killing spree. He suffers from dissociative amnesia, forgetting his entire life before he arrived in an unnamed town in Rockland county, and calling himself Sol because it is the only name that sticks.

The old woman upstairs called him Kevin, because she once knew an Asian youth named Kevin. )
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Assignment: Turn the tables on a usual power dynamic. This is probably the most wtf thing I've ever written, involving carnivorous hairpieces.

'I feel like I ate away all my lipgloss at lunch... Do you have a mirror, Aline?' )
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Okay, that's not the actual title. I can't think of anything that isn't lame like "Grocery Store," though. The assignment was to pick a situation out of a hat, and to allude to that situation in the story without directly saying it. It also had to be set in a grocery store; the story begins when the main character enters the store, and ends when they leave. My professor told me I was a little too quick with certain details, and he is right.

Blood mixed with the sawdust of the supermarket floor, dripping from Elliott's elbow. )
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I took a Fiction Writing class this past semester to keep my sanity up in a whirlwind of drudgery, and it resulted in much more original writing than I'd expected, with only a small dose of my NaNo '08/'09 characters. This is the first assignment, in which we were assigned to write a story based on the old joke (if you can call it that), "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

I am a coward. )

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