Short Story Writing - Three Points of a Triangle

I'm taking a creative writing class this quarter, so I'm going to use my blog to share some of the stories that I'm assigned to write. So my first assignment is to write a bad story, which seems pretty easy, but its actually kind of hard since I'll be doing everything that goes against what I consider to be good writing. Lets see how well this goes.


Three Points of a Triangle

Lying straight back on my bed, staring at my pale, white ceiling, counting the seconds slowly going by, like a pendulum moving ever slowly. Summer days never really lose their laziness, and today is no exception. The summer heat was able to walk into my room about as easily as my mother telling me to be productive and not to waste another day of my youth. Movement is always an option, one not really worth choosing at the moment. I carefully opened my brown eyes and scanned my room, searching for something that might hold my interest. I noticed no movement at all, except for my fish, gently floating in casual circles around its clear, glass bowl, with about as much care for the world as a rock. My fish is a mysterious one, ever observing the world from its perch upon my desk. One probably would have though my fish was dead, but people would probably think the same of me if they saw me at that very moment. I started to feel envious of my fish, not because of its apathy towards the world, but because I knew that the water in the bowl was the coldest item in my vicinity. It seems like my summer days have turned into me wishing I was a fish just so I could be in some water that would cool me down like sticking my head out of a car on the freeway.

In an effort to actually make something out of this hot and miserable day, I choose to do something that I could do without moving from my inclined position. At this moment, for me this was a quest much like crossing the Sahara Desert, I arose from my bed and I journeyed over to the corner of my room where my guitar was laid out on the floor, much like I had been on my bed just a few moments before. I felt a little bad for disturbing my guitars rest, because it obviously wasn't going to be doing much that day other than lie there if not for my bold intervention.

I picked up my guitar and sat on my bed. I observed my guitar for a few seconds before playing it, almost as if I was having a silent conversation with her, asking if its alright if I could pluck her strings and make beautiful music. Her body was black as nighttime, and her strings were golden like the suns rays. With a few gentle strokes on her hair like strings, me and her began making sweet music upon my bed. The sound broke the silence of the room like a hammer breaking a mirror and having all the glass shards falling on the floor, crashing in an endless symphony of reflections. There was nothing like playing a slow and sweet sounding song for a day that longed for nothing more than that. Even my fish seemed to respond to the broken silence; slowly swimming to the front of the bowl to face me, as if I was some sort of entertainment for him to watch.

Slower and softer became the sounds of my guitar, and I found myself drifting away into the realm of dreams. My dreams usually started in darkness, and today was no different. Eventually, the darkness faded away, only to leave me in my room, with a strange figure walking towards me. I stared in mystery and shock, as this figure turned into a girl dressed all in black. She sat down on the bed beside me, and laid across my lap, softly smiling. I ran my fingers through her golden hair and she sang out to me with a sweet yet calm voice. I stared into her eyes for a second, and suddenly had the feeling that we were not alone. I glanced up and noticed a mysterious looking boy sitting on my desk, staring right back at me with with a calm look upon his face. He nodded at me as if giving me his approval, and I could do nothing but grin back at him. The three of us together in harmony with one another, like the corners of a triangle keeping each other company.

I awoke to the sound of my mother calling out my name for dinner. I gently removed my guitar from my grasp and placed her on my bed, with a farewell pluck of one golden string. I walked over to my fish, stared at him for a second, and dropped in a tiny little pellet of food for him to eat. He stared back at me for a second, and then rushed to the food and ate it in one swift movement. I started out the door, and paused for a second, and glanced back at my guitar and my fish. I smiled ever so slightly, knowing that even though these summer days go by slowly, I'd never be alone through them.




Ok end of my bad short story. I might actually revise this one into a good short story because I kinda like the idea behind it haha.