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i haven't been writing.
i haven't been writing.
i have been writing. i wrote a short story last night for fiction workshop today.
A Growing Metripolitriad Community
Theeder Homes had been away from Smallington for over a year, staying with his sister 30 miles over in Citypointe. He couldn't bear to watch the destruction.
Now he didn't think he could bear the aftermath.
"Smallington: Growing with the Metripolitriad!" read the sign that now stood by the side of Highway 8 on what used to be Theeder's land. He collapsed by the side of the road, his cane haphazardly tossed a few feet away, and looked through tears at the three right-turn lanes that covered the ground that used to be his front yard. Every ten seconds or so, a car or truck drove over the very spot his grandmother had planted irises for Theeder the day he'd finished building his house. He didn't dare turn around to look again at the sprawling shopping center that had replaced his house and the four acres of woods once behind it.
He didn't know how long he sat there, frozen, unable to stop thinking. Couldn't stop thinking about his best friend Leroy who had lived about a mile up the road, no longer sitting on his porch, tottering over across the road to look at the cargo trucks when they parked next to the little, locally-owned, Smallington Grocery Store. Leroy's house, Theeder had heard, had been replaced with a gas station. Couldn't stop thinking about the Smallington Community Park that was already planned for destruction in the next five years, when Smallington would build a by-pass loop leading from Smallington, around the outskirts of Citypointe and rejoining Highway 8 above Citypointe. The by-pass loop would alleviate some of the congested traffic Smallington had always desired and now had. Smallington was part of the Metripolitriad now.
Theeder just couldn't stop thinking. Felt like his head just might explode. Didn't know how long he'd been thinking when
"Just what do you think you're doing there, pops, loitering by the side of the road like that?" demanded a commanding voice, startling Theeder out of his thoughts. "You've been here for hours."
Theeder, shaking, sputtered out the only answer he could give.
"M-my house, it was over there, where the Swallmart is, r-right there, there were oak trees and p-pine trees and holly trees, my grandmother's irises are dead. Leroy used to walk down from where that gas station is and we'd sit on my front porch, drinking a little sip of brandy sometimes, that brandy sure is good, I sure could use some right now, and we'd talk about whatever we wanted. Oh, me and Leroy, we kept our minds sharp, but that's not easy now, looking at some damn right-turn lanes, I could just spit------" He trailed off. He was crying again.
The commanding voice spoke again. "I'm with Smallington Centershop security, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."
any feedback would be much appreciated.
i spoke in class in infinity & non-computability today, for the first time this semester. i wish i had felt ready to speak before, because it is fun to participate in that class i saw today.
this isn't much of an entry. things are good. huge. overwhelming. but in good ways. very good ways. excited about some upcoming assignments and image change article which i'm getting in this sunday and many things.
there will be more when the writing is
i haven't been writing.
i have been writing. i wrote a short story last night for fiction workshop today.
A Growing Metripolitriad Community
Theeder Homes had been away from Smallington for over a year, staying with his sister 30 miles over in Citypointe. He couldn't bear to watch the destruction.
Now he didn't think he could bear the aftermath.
"Smallington: Growing with the Metripolitriad!" read the sign that now stood by the side of Highway 8 on what used to be Theeder's land. He collapsed by the side of the road, his cane haphazardly tossed a few feet away, and looked through tears at the three right-turn lanes that covered the ground that used to be his front yard. Every ten seconds or so, a car or truck drove over the very spot his grandmother had planted irises for Theeder the day he'd finished building his house. He didn't dare turn around to look again at the sprawling shopping center that had replaced his house and the four acres of woods once behind it.
He didn't know how long he sat there, frozen, unable to stop thinking. Couldn't stop thinking about his best friend Leroy who had lived about a mile up the road, no longer sitting on his porch, tottering over across the road to look at the cargo trucks when they parked next to the little, locally-owned, Smallington Grocery Store. Leroy's house, Theeder had heard, had been replaced with a gas station. Couldn't stop thinking about the Smallington Community Park that was already planned for destruction in the next five years, when Smallington would build a by-pass loop leading from Smallington, around the outskirts of Citypointe and rejoining Highway 8 above Citypointe. The by-pass loop would alleviate some of the congested traffic Smallington had always desired and now had. Smallington was part of the Metripolitriad now.
Theeder just couldn't stop thinking. Felt like his head just might explode. Didn't know how long he'd been thinking when
"Just what do you think you're doing there, pops, loitering by the side of the road like that?" demanded a commanding voice, startling Theeder out of his thoughts. "You've been here for hours."
Theeder, shaking, sputtered out the only answer he could give.
"M-my house, it was over there, where the Swallmart is, r-right there, there were oak trees and p-pine trees and holly trees, my grandmother's irises are dead. Leroy used to walk down from where that gas station is and we'd sit on my front porch, drinking a little sip of brandy sometimes, that brandy sure is good, I sure could use some right now, and we'd talk about whatever we wanted. Oh, me and Leroy, we kept our minds sharp, but that's not easy now, looking at some damn right-turn lanes, I could just spit------" He trailed off. He was crying again.
The commanding voice spoke again. "I'm with Smallington Centershop security, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."
any feedback would be much appreciated.
i spoke in class in infinity & non-computability today, for the first time this semester. i wish i had felt ready to speak before, because it is fun to participate in that class i saw today.
this isn't much of an entry. things are good. huge. overwhelming. but in good ways. very good ways. excited about some upcoming assignments and image change article which i'm getting in this sunday and many things.
there will be more when the writing is