For the record

Sick Satisfaction, and any of my pieces of work that have acctual dialogue, or definant characters are fiction. I usually just write from a random idea and let it flow. I've never been in any form of an abusive relationship, nor do I know what it's like to have some grand lost love and meet back up with them again.


I wanted that cleared up for y'all to know.

--Ally

Part 1

The following is an excert from a story I am writing. Comments are not only welcome but wanted.

The small talk carried on. About life, about love, about both of their failed attempts to move on. They eventually did leave the overpriced coffee shop with the same amount of money they had entered with. As luck would have it they found out they were across the hall from one another. How they did not notice was amazing. Nickoli (again) broke away, giving a gentle kiss before dissappearing into her suite, pressing her back to the door as she shut it, closing her eyes tightly as she cracked. The tough Nickoli shell broke into a million pieces as each tear slid down her cheek, washing away the many lies she had given herself so she could sleep at night.

What felt worse than those bitter tears sliding down her face was that at one point she had believed her lies. She depended on the "it would never work out in the long run" excuse, or the "he's found someone better" line to make her day at least bearable. She even remembered once that she had even made some elaborate story about his perfect woman, which of course was nothing like her, but of course she wished she had been everything like her. Nickoli wished it was her. Now she suddenly knew, she was.

The Pedestal Magazine

The Magazine I have decided to send work into is The Pedestal Magazine. They're open to just about anything, and since I don't tend to really right in a certain genre just yet, I like the freedom of just writing a short story or poem.

For poems they pay $30 per poem, and for short stories it's $.05 per word. They accept entries electronically only from what I have read so far.


http://www.thepedestalmagazine.com/submit1.asp

Conflict

Conflict can be created in various ways. The boring "person vs. person" or "person vs. nature" aren't always the case. Plenty of times it's one idea versus another, and a person just placed in the middle of it all to show you the problems and how they exist, or don't exist in some cases. In stories it can be created with what is, or is not said, by a character's actions, by events that happen in a character's life, and actions of the character or the people around them. Basically, anything that makes your life a living hell, probably would in a book as well.

I always love to read "person vs. self" because having to fight with your own self usually provides a more interesting outcome than another person. To discover something new about yourself from maybe an event or what someone has said always has conflicts because nothing is really defined about humans. All we know is what we learn and choose to accept. To read, (and write) about that always is (simply put) cool.

And so it begins...

And so it begins...

I bought this notebook as just one of the generic spirals that I needed for school "three for two dollars" the little sticker read, so I grabbed one of each color- red, yellow, green, blue, purple, and black. I stuffed them in rainbow order into my backpack, deciding the color I drew in each period would be the one for that class. Red is now AP Lit spiral, soon to be filled with reading logs and heor journeys. Yellow has taken the life of Government, note about how and why things are the way they are in the great U.S. of A.

So I reached third period-Creative Writing-to reveal the green spiral. The one that was there purely because it was next in the rainbow order has now taken the responciblity of holding just about anything and everything I plan to write in or out of this class. Nothing fancy about it, just a green, one subject, 70 paged, college ruled spiral that was "3 for $2" at Walgreens.

I've written on the cover "Overwhelmed is Senior Year" a quote from my english teacher as she explained the course, and "Live Happy; Love Forever" which had been written on the bard of my fourth period class. Between the two lines is a drawing that evolved from being a girl in class to an angel. One I presume that will guard the words inside, protecting thrm from the evil critic that would become jealous and try to steal these words as their own.

Sick Satisfaction

"What do you mean it's not the same?" he asked confused. His voice had risen as the confusion grew.

"It just isn't the same, nothing is and never will be!" the girl argued back, pushing past him to seek freedom from him, from the argument, from the doomed relationship.

"So that's it, isn't it?" the boy declared, "You just decided one day that it won't work because something so minor changes?"

"Minor?" she askes, rage suddenly showing, "You think this is minor?! Finding out what food you like is minor, realizing you can't love someone, think that falls in the major catagory Jayson!"

Jayson clutched his head and forced his eyes shut, shaking his head viciously, "No, no you still love me, you can't just wake up one morning and stop loving somebody!"

"It wasn't sudden...I've known for a long time, and I think it's time we--" suddenly Jayson's hands were at her throat, squeesing tighter, forcing the air to stay out of her lungs. The girl struggled against Jayson's grip, her face turning blue and her attempts growing weak until she finally fell limp in his arms, her eyes rolling back, her pulse slipping away to nothing...

Sitting up suddenly, Jayson gasped for breath as his mind raced over the nightmare. Slowly he began to calm down and looked at the girl asleep beside him. If only he could get the nerve to tell her that every night he dreamt of killing her, all the same way, all with the same conversation, and all with the sick satisfactin of ending another human being's life.

Introduction Time!!

Hey,

Incase you have stumbled over this blog wondering "what the hell is this about?" I'll tell you. My name is Ally, I'm a senior in highschool, and live in Austin, Texas. Everything I post in here is my work that I have created either in my Creative Writing class, or in my own free time. This is a way for me to get feedback on my work from the outside world (and hell even some from the inside) to see if I can cut it as the big bad author/screenplay writer I plan to be.

So, step back and enjoy the show!!