Updated Story

Hello I've updated and changed my story "Love and Despair" (now titled "Gregg Barek Gets Cancer") I've very much altered the second half of the story it's much more raw emotional and it now has more violence adult language and situations now just to warn you. If your okay with the increased violence and such and interested in reading and commenting on it comment on this post with your email address and I will send it to you as an attachment I don't feel like posting the document on here.

Learning to Move

This is a cute little story I thought some might enjoy reading, please comment.

Learning to Move

The others had already left, gone home or back in the house. My friends had left me all alone, purposely. It was only me and her, April, outside in the cool night air looking at the stars. Neither of had said a word, only silence and the glow of the moon filled the air. I saw her sitting on the damp grass in her jeans and red shirt her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was so beautiful and out of my league. She was smart, athletic, and pretty a trifecta I missed on all points. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t belong here all alone with her.

My nervous panic began to set in. Do I smell? I knew I must stink, I could feel the beads of sweat running down my back. I must smell terrible. I was convinced my nervous stink could be smelled from a mile away. I had put on cologne earlier to combat it. Oh no, maybe I put on too much. Oh God, I can tell it’s choking the air, I can barely breathe through it, I definitely put on way too much. I’m such an idiot!

She finally broke the silence and my rapidly descending thoughts with a small inward breath. That was a good breath, right? It didn’t sound like a breath of boredom. Yes, that was a breath of contentment not boredom. There was a smile on her face. That’s a good thing she is enjoying herself and at the least isn’t bored.

My right hand started to move closer to hers. It inched closer little by little shaking the whole time. Stop! What are you doing? This is crazy I don’t stand a chance I can’t make that move. Can’t take that risk and be laughed at or slapped across the face. I didn’t want this moment to end in embarrassing failure and a red cheek. I regained control of my hand as I stopped it from moving just a few inches away from her hand. I wasn’t ready to move like that yet. My hand was frozen paralyzed with fear. Thank God I stopped myself in time. Who knows what could have happened. That could have ended disastrously. I can’t believe I was about to do such a silly thing it surely would have rui-

She had moved her hand next to mine and placed her pinky on top of mine. My whole body seemed to tighten at the touch of her soft hand. It only got tighter as her pinky started to rub up and down the inside of my pinky and then wrap around beneath mine. My throat tightened, my chest tightened, and everything else tightened. I couldn’t move at all I didn’t understand what was happening I could only shrink into myself.

Something must be done. I had to move. No longer could I just sit here. That was a signal to act, to do something. But I didn’t. She made the move again and intertwined her fingers with mine. Something must have been lodged in my throat because I couldn’t breathe and my mouth didn’t have a drop of moisture.

Somehow I managed to scrape up the will to look over at her and I saw she was looking over at me too with a shy smile that she often wore. She gripped my hand tighter and moved right up next to me. Our shoulders and thighs touched. I was just glad I didn’t pass out from the overload of impulses and the blood racing through my head. Our warm bodies leaned against each other and against the cool breeze.

She started the move, bringing her face closer to mine. The final move was here. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was I ready? Does my breath stink? Is there anything stuck in between my teeth? They always get spinach stuck in their teeth in the movies and I had a spinach salad for lunch. There must be spinach stuck in mine too. I checked. No. I should have worn a better shirt. I should have taken mints. There were a thousand things I should have done. It didn’t care anymore. There was nothing more to be discussed nothing mor-

I moved. I finally moved. Our lips touched and my brain finally shut down. My blue eyes looked into hers before closing. Lips parted and our tongues found their way into each other’s mouths running across the others teeth. Her pinky ran back up and down mine before wrapping around once again. I just held her and pulled tighter. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right. The kiss ended a few moments later but its effect never did. I had taken the leap, the risk I had been avoiding. It didn’t kill me or embarrass me by doing so. In fact I loved the results.

Sorry I haven't posted anything like I said I would from my creative writing class we aren't doing fiction till the end of the semester we just got done with the poetry section and we are starting Creative Non-Fiction yuck i'm not a big fan. Anyways even though I'm not much of a poet at all I thought I would post two of my least terrible poems to see what you think keep in mind my main goal and the main goal the professor emphasized was to hit an emotion *WARNING* they may contain some adult or disturbing images and other work I post may as well they don't care about potentially disturbing people some I hear even encourage it. Oh and I'm sorry about the formating I don't know what I can do to fix it

The Death of Laughter

The laughter of children playing

is a glorious sound.

It fills me with a warm

glowing radiance. I can’t help,

but to smile and laugh

especially when it’s my own son.

My own flesh.

I can’t resist that laughs power

nothing can match it.

Seeing him ride his Red Bike

on his own for the first time,

a smile stretched across his face, and

with laughter in his heart.

Riding past the big oak tree I used to ride past

I will never forget that image

moments before his laughter was silenced.

The Green Car sped by

and I looked away for a moment.

A robin sat on a limb of the big oak tree

It suddenly flew away startled

by a sharp sound.

I turned and the Green Car

was casually driving away.

I’ll never know who

that driver was or why

they drove away.

A crumpled tangled red mass

laid in the middle of the road.

I ran towards it,

my heart pounding,

I saw nothing but shades of red

the shades of red, bright

and dark, mixing together.

I picked up his crumpled and broken body

and I ran, but I could barely see.

I buried my head into his chest

I can’t stop from screaming

And I realize that all laughter has died.

That One Day in Summer

That one day in summer

when we went swimming at the lake.

Do you remember?

The sun was setting,

those purple and orange colors

reflecting on the water,

and you were wearing that blue bikini.

You know the one.

I just swam in the cool water cracking jokes

out of nervousness while I watched you

sitting on the dock

I told myself today would be the day,

now was the time,

there was no more waiting.

I would finally say what I had meant

to say for years.

But I didn’t.

I just watched you talking to that other guy

That other guy with the red shorts and the smirk

and I pushed my feelings deeper.

That’s when I first realized

I didn’t deserve you.

Intro to Creative Writing

Hello I'm taking an Intro to Creative Writing Course this fall and will probably putting work up here regularly looking for feedback if people are still using this blog please help me out with some of my stories by giving me feedback.

Summer Writing Camp

I know, the name is silly, but the idea is far from it. If you are feeling the heat (and I know it hasn't been bad) of summer sapping away at your creativity, come and see me for a revival. I'm teaching a summer writing camp on August 3-7 in the mornings (but it doesn't start till 9).
Cost is 25, with all supplies, snacks, lunch on Thursday, and admission to Ella Sharp Museum included.
Dates: August 3-7, Monday-Friday, 9-12 on most days (see brochure for details)
Interested? Sign up here.

Please come out. I would love to have a contingent of Napoleon students there...and I'm sure most of you could use the writing practice. And hey, $25 isn't much for a whole week of Mrs. G time.

I am a cotton-headed-ninny-muggins

I hope none of you went to the Jackson Coffee Co today and cursed me for not being there. I think I got my calendars crossed. TOMORROW I will be there at 10! Hope you can join me.

Mrs. G

PS: Come even if you don't have any writing to share. Invite a friend or seven.

June meeting

I'll be at Jackson Coffee Co on Monday, June 29, at 10am. Come join me and bring something you've been working on. Pass the word!

What are you doing this summer

I am hosting a Creative Writing workshop with a friend of mine this summer. It will run the first week in August (Aug 3-9, I think) from 9-noon. We're going to do some intense writing--focusing (we think) on fiction and creative non-fiction.

Interested? Let me know. I'd love to have a Napoleon group out there. Ask your friends. There will be a nominal fee to cover the cost of materials, but it won't be much.

I'll give you more information as my friend and I hammer out the details.

Mrs. G