The Story of a Minute, then a Quarter Hour_I found a murder scene._1979_Sweet, Sweet Arizona
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The Story of a Minute, then a Quarter Hour
*Notice/Caution - I don’t want to seem like I am spoon-feeding anything, but I want to explain my tense and dialogue choice (in case my future self reads this and cringes at me for using bad technique). Please forgive me (and brace yourselves) for the confusing shifts betweenwww.onedoor.cc past and present tense that will occur. Everything is written from a retrospective perspective, but I just wanted to experiment with the contrasting effects the past and present tense can have on a story. When she remembers seeing and interacting with the character and having that epiphany, I wanted her to be so present i...
I found a murder scene.
There I was walking down the street and all of a sudden I heard a scream like no other, this scream made you think that something was happening to you. After I didn’t hear the scream anymore I went to investigate, where I heard the scream it was coming from behind a house so that's where I went. When I got behind the house I was looking everywhere that i could think of, then i got an idea to look in the house so i went to see if the back door of the house was unlocked and it was. When i got into the house i heard footsteps coming from upstairs, as i was listening for footsteps i saw somethin...
1979
The boy speaks I always wished that I had grown up in the seventies. I don’t think that I am crazy or wrong for wanting to go back to that time. Everything we have done in music comes from that decade: rap, heavy metal, punk, electronic. Anything I missed? Oh, rock and roll. Well, they improved it in the space of one decade by letting the old dinosaurs do what they had to do while the kids grabbed whatever instruments they could and made noises that no one could ignore. Do I really have to explain this? When I talk like this, I know that people like you hate it. You think that there is some...
Sweet, Sweet Arizona
The glowing ball of a sun began to creep up the sky. The top of the sky was a medium lavender, and the bottom was orange with the sun’s light. The warming rays washed over the red rocks of Arizona, brightening the land, and striking a conversation with my best friend, Alexa. We were sitting on a rocky ledge, looking out to the vastness of the rocks, with the bustling city of Phoenix in the distance. We had been sitting there for a good 2 hours, just thinking. I was mindlessly gazing at the city that seemed so far away when Alexa turned to me. Her golden eyes locked with mine, and she said, “Me...