Jun. 18th, 2011 02:07 pm
backdrifter: I won NaNoWriMo 2009! (nanowrimo 2009)
I didn't realize I had so much more written of my 2009 nano since my last post, damn. It's been just sitting on my drive for months, unposted. This post is a little over 9k words, but I didn't feel like breaking it up into smaller posts, so voila! I suppose.

Some students dreamed of walking into a cafeteria with plush booth seating, and enormous windows streaming in daylight. )
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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: Epistolary fiction, which is the use of non-prose forms to tell a story. Journals, IM logs, old-fashioned letters or emails—forms of communication. I chose to go with my old standby of audio transcripts, revisiting Ryan and Doctor Harold Lay briefly. This is also, like the next and last of this quick series, a way to play with a Ryan I have never gotten a chance to write in nearly eight years of writing him; an unquestionably criminal, twisted Ryan whose core is still nine years old.

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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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The assignment: To write a quick story using only dialogue. This time I put aside the paranoia and general disorder that I tend to favor in my writing, and went for something lighter, but still close to my heart.

'I can't feel my toes anymore.' )
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The assignment: Write two quick pieces of microfiction. Mine were a little over the suggested 150 word length, but I don't think it'll be counted against me.

She has just been in a fight, and her opponent has no idea. )

Ben wanted so badly to wear it. )
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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. )