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One Paragraph Story - Creative Writing Assignment - Basically true

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  The last  Basilian   Father This Paragraph a False Assumption?   An ancient priest in an over-starched cassock makes a special noise when he shuffles across Assumption Hall’s wooden floors.  I listen while I pick the basement door’s antique lock. Click. I am in.  Rotting hand-made wooden steps against the massive fieldstone wall.  Shaky. I make it safely onto the heavily pock-marked basement floor.  A string of Edison era light bulbs hangs above. Clothesline style. I am facing a moss-lined tunnel that slopes toward the Detroit River. An iron bar gate blocks the way. Sigh. Another lock to pick. I hear the priest. He is at the top of the stairs. Cough. Door slams. Lights off. First Version (too long) Stephen Weir  Weir031, 4 th  year Creative Writing An ancient priest in an over starched white cassock makes a special noise when he shuffles across the wooden floors of Assumption Hall. “Poke me hard if you hear him comin’,” I whispered to my look-out. “You are out-of-date my friend. Ther

Creative Writing Assignment - The Ken and Barbie Killers Make A Deal With The Devil

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  Doing a Number on Mister Two and his Three Wishes University of Windsor. 4th year. Creative Writing Assignment - Stephen Weir - story has copyright  I know that I can’t out wish Lucifer, that Old-Scratch. It is well known If one gets three wishes and Number One is to demand three more, punishment is coming Big Time.  Satan style. He is bound by God to make people like me pay for their avarice and sins. Kidnapped. Beaten. Raped. Theft. Soul Destroying. God knows I have done it to more than a few angels in my time. Or maybe he will get all humourous and transfer me into the body of Helen Henny the chicken bassist with  Munch's Make-Believe Band at Chuck E. Cheese's. In between playing that maddening Happy Birthday ditty He will force-feed me day old pineapple pizza until I break down and wish away those extra wishes. It could take decades, but  Mephistopheles  doesn’t care, he revels in timeless torture. Back on Earth I have always done my homework. Before I paint a bull’s eye