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Sep. 22nd, 2006 03:11 pmOn July 4th, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
netmouse held a writers' workshop in her home. The second half of the workshop involved everyone writing a short story with a slightly apocalyptic theme/setting. As I had complained earlier that day, I really have no idea how to execute a short story, so what I have so far seems to be the beginning of a novella. I picked up the story again this week, but I still do not have a full chapter. (Yes, this means that what follows is unfinished.) I thought I'd post what I have, in the hopes that by doing so I will have more motivation to revisit it.
What you can do, as a reader, is tell me if what you read here makes you want to read more.
July fourth. Yeah. What a holiday. What a breakdown. I don't know how anyone could have come up with such a crazy, and I mean crazy, side of summer. Were we supposed to enjoy weather like this? And all this refuse, newspaper strewn all over the street. It's hard enough to keep walking.
Up ahead, NRG. Funny. I need a place to crash, but before that, let's get some groove on. What else to do in this wasteland. It's time to dive.
"What'll it be?"
Dan looked at the scraggly face before him. ( 'It'll be tequila all night.' )
netmouse held a writers' workshop in her home. The second half of the workshop involved everyone writing a short story with a slightly apocalyptic theme/setting. As I had complained earlier that day, I really have no idea how to execute a short story, so what I have so far seems to be the beginning of a novella. I picked up the story again this week, but I still do not have a full chapter. (Yes, this means that what follows is unfinished.) I thought I'd post what I have, in the hopes that by doing so I will have more motivation to revisit it.What you can do, as a reader, is tell me if what you read here makes you want to read more.
July fourth. Yeah. What a holiday. What a breakdown. I don't know how anyone could have come up with such a crazy, and I mean crazy, side of summer. Were we supposed to enjoy weather like this? And all this refuse, newspaper strewn all over the street. It's hard enough to keep walking.
Up ahead, NRG. Funny. I need a place to crash, but before that, let's get some groove on. What else to do in this wasteland. It's time to dive.
"What'll it be?"
Dan looked at the scraggly face before him. ( 'It'll be tequila all night.' )