A couple weeks ago, I completed the Fiction Project for the Art House Co-op. Still haven't mailed it in (of course), but at least it's done and...yeah. At least it's done.
This is the first "story" I wrote in it. It wasn't even near any intentions I had and like most things, it just happened. Not a terrific start and a strange following to the page before it, but I left it anyway. The writing is sloppy and rather than using the pages as pages, I used both as one large page. Confusing, messy, and not at all what I wanted to do. Enjoy (if you can)!
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For pages 6-7, going along with the unsettling and/or depressing theme, I jotted some quick words about a fat girl that wasn't really fat (to sum it up in the most non-colorful, downright boring way possible).
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Pages 8 and 9 aren't even a story. At least, not one with words. But it is something that I would love to forget (since my theme is "I'm Sorry I Forgot You").
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10 and 11. Sad blue eyes, even when he smiles his most perfect smile. Blond hair (now dark blond/brown). Sweet, sweet child with a lot of anger. Jes. I have so much hope for him. I do.
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I think the story on 12-13 is pretty self explanatory. It's titled "My Moment with You" and it was very difficult to write. It's even difficult to share by posting it here. The man I mentioned still doesn't know about the existence of the story or my feelings, but I'm sure they'll eventually be uncovered. When I wrote it the timing was perfect, in a way. Near the end, while writing my apology, I was experiencing what is written. The time of night, how I felt...everything. I didn't go back to read over it for several days and when I did go back, I found a few misspellings and things that I wouldn't have written if I hadn't been in that state of mind. A big part of me wants to edit it, but I can't allow myself to do that. It's painful and makes me feel incredibly vulnerable, but I think it would be unfair to alter it, even for those reasons. So it stays as is.
I will be posting more of the project as I touch up the scans.
-M
