Readers today I bring to you a creative story I wrote in college in my Write Like a Woman English 404 – class by my lovely advisor/ professor at Iowa State University. She was very inspiring and enlightening. She made us her friend while keeping it professional.
I remember at the end of the semester she prepared a dinner at her house and we had to come in our pajamas so it became a little sleepover. Everyone discussed their favorite part of the class and bonded as classmates. It was fun, the part about Iowa I like the most is the true adventures within classes and outside classes
But back to the facts….
It was a very inspring class and I had so much fun reading all things woman, writing as a woman and being in a class full of women!
The professor told us to choose a greeting card from a pile and create a story.
By the time the cards got to me there were many boring cards that this was the only one left that popped…
I looked at like what am I gonna make of this?
Then trying to write a story?! Forget it. It was soooo complicated!
I kept sitting there like 🤔🤔🤔
Then I came up with a dream concept…
From here, I’ll let you read and please PLEASE share your opinion, I know this story is silly. I wanted it to be fun and funny…..although the class couldn’t really get the joke 😝
****I have TWOedits to the story but I will post the final copy and think about posting the scrap! The scrap was more of a dream from the daughter and the official I made it feel more personalized and a connection to the character.*****
Let me know what you think! It was haaarrrdddd to write but I think I did a good job being OUT-OF-THE-BOX :).
I had to reinvent one of the hardest poems of my life! I am normally a poet, so you would think it would come easy. In order to ace this extra curriculum needed to graduate, I had to do it. First I will post Franz Wright original poem called “One Heart” and then below I will post my own. I really like how it turned out :). Let me know your thoughts!
Franz Wright Poem “One Heart”
It is late afternoon and I have just returned from the longer version of my walk nobody knows about. For the first time in nearly a month, and everything changed. It is the end of March, once more I have lived. This morning a young woman described what it’s like shooting coke with a baby in your arms. The astonishing windy and altering light and clouds and water were, at certain moment, You.
There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.
The brown leaves buried all winter creatureless feet running over dead grass beginning to green, the first scent- less violet here and there, returned, the first star noticed all at once as one stands staring into the black water.
Thank You for letting me live for a little as one of the sane; thank You for letting me know what this is like. Thank You for letting me look at your frightening blue sky without fear, and your terrible world without terror, and your loveless psychotic and hopelessly lost with this love.