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Two assignments due next Monday for Beginners Creative Writing class. - A revised poem - New Prose Draft :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: The Shape of a Human Its flesh frames the bones and arrangement of its Unoriginal biology We've got species and variations Extending from a complex network of the Mons' tree of evolution The Cyclopian, Insectians, the Amphibians, the Reptilian, Eterca, eterca Mixes of all or one or two or three in many mons. But in their world, they are solely homo sapients. Do they know of their own deadly toxicity? We're gifted with mobility and physical diversity so why couldn't biology immune us from the

After an outdoor workout, they would rest in an empty classroom. "Ok, we got about a week until the next competition and then that Final competition, so I now that we're rest up." Mike had a mischievous grin. "I've got a little surprise drill for you guys." They leaned forward from their desks, ready to react to his barrage of homemade flashcards, expecting him to shout out hypothetical situations. He whipped out some notebook paper. "A timed essay." Sulley, Squishy, and Terri simultaneously threw out an immediate "Aw," as disgruntled students do when ambushed with a pop quiz. Don and Terry exchanged glances. Art went, "Aw yeah." "Pardon

Prof. Tulley's Prompt: Write third-person POV prose about a despicable, vile character. Not a cartoonish supervillain, but someone who can exist in real-life. Explore him or her. Base him/her on anybody you know and make an attempt to understand this character and his/her deeds. This can be an exercise in writing unreliable narrators. This draft will be conceptual. It will take a few drafts to perfect a challenging premise. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Champ Victor By Terry Perry The party would be a disaster without the losers, thought the bullish fraternity President as he admired himself in the silver of the trophy's reflection in

Journal Scrawling during Prof. Tom Tulley's lecture in Poetry/Prose class. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: -Steal from your own life. =============================== Rough drafts of poetry submitted for completion grades. Some considered unfinished and unsatisfactory by its sleep-deprived author. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Being a Coat Rack sturdy in its inflexible, immobile spine of stiffness suspended rack-arms the spider of its legs posed on hardwood let them hang and shroud items on you blinding you with a furry coat, a cashmere, a

An article by a guest writer laid among the files of unpublished submissions to the "Campus Roar" Opinion page. Submitted three days after the Campus Roar publication of the "Cute-Ma-Kappa" front page article, the article attracted much of the staff members' eyes, inspiring them to jeering snickers, uneasy chuckles, silent guilt, or just mere apathy. A majority of the staff deemed it unsuitable for publication for reasons best left to private conjecture. ====================================================== Opinion Page Entry: "On Competition" I caution readers of the pessimism ahead. I would ask you to forgive it, but I cannot, especial

Epilogue: The Salesmonster's Diploma As Don climbed upstairs into his first night in the Squibbles household, he thought about the only empty bedroom, containing a bunk bed for two. Don was curious to think of the one or two Oozma(s) who will join the family. At least for now, the vacant room for two can wait, for the O.K. family was complete. Dragging his trunk into his room, Don was welcomed by the photos of his family that he hung earlier weeks ago. And Don had not forgotten about the white package in his trunk. He pulled the package out. It contained a box of Mochi candy shipped from Kapan, his belated Holiday gift for the hostess of t

Chapter 15: Post-Initiation Don wanted to pat the Perrys' back after what they had been through. After the final knighting with the O.K. paddles, the initiation left the Perrys wracked with shock, each of their eye wide and unflinching, their lips glued in a straight horrified frown, and their tentacles stuck to the floor. Terri shivered, his neck wobbling, while Terry was stiff like a teeter-ball pole. "MOM, we're done!" Scott shouted and on cue Ms. Squibbles bust through the basement door, not bothering to flick on the lights, and clambered down the stairs with a camera. Scott and Art pulled the shocked Perrys to the center of the basemen

Chapter 14: Initiation At the start of the Holiday, practicality drove Don to have second thoughts about selling his apartment. So he contacted Ms. Squibbles once to clarify that he wouldn't exactly be a permanent resident in her household. It was appropriate that his Emeryville apartment would serve as a holiday, summer, weekend home like the way on-campus resident students visited their home on weekends. The only difference was that Don would be coming home to loneliness, not family (with the exceptions of his occasional visits to Ma' Carlton's home, his childhood home, downtown Montropolis), on those weekends and holidays. At least it wo

Chapter 13: Reaping the Regrets At that revelation about Ms. Squibbles, Don luckily swallowed his cocoa before he could spit it out. "Missus, you studied Scarin'? Why, you are filled to the brim with surprises." Blinking at his flattery, she continued, "I attended M.U. when Hardscrabble was teaching, before she became Dean." "What became of your dream?" "My dream? Not quite, my parents' dreams, actually." "Pardon me for assuming." "It's all right... after all, I suppose it was a dream. Sorta." She sunk back. "Scaring, I had to tell myself I wanted it, even though my parents wanted it first. I mean, yes, great income and not to mention,