Writing Exercise
Jul. 14th, 2003 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistlechaserIn my attempt to write more, I've joined the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
storyseeds group. (They post a sentence to write about every day.) I had intended to write about HP stuff, but at least today I had no ideas and so spread to another theme.
The sentence I worked with is "There was a wall.". Since this is an exercise, this little story has not been beta'ed. It's a hair under 500 words, written in about 20 minutes, with five or so minutes of editing after.
The characters are from a storyline I ran as a TP (an event for RPers). A biker gang. This is written in first person, from the POV of Tommy, the lowest ranking of the gang. He's a teenager, so expect some whining and angst and all that teenagery stuff.
Jesse is the leader of the gang. When a new person wants to join the group, they fight the lowest ranking man first, up as far as they can go until they lose, thus setting their own rank.
There was a wall. You can't see it or touch it, but everyone knew it was there. Though I tried and tried, I can't bust through it.
Everyone else is on one side of it, on the inside, and I'm the only one out here. They all know it and I know it, and they laugh. Doesn't matter how hard I try, I punch it and kick it, and punch them and kick them, but nothing changes. They laugh and they touch and they love and they're equals, and I'm not.
The wall has a window. I can see through it, I press my face against the glass, but I can only see the warmth on the other side. Can't feel it.
Sometimes, not often, there's a door. When one appears, when a new guy joins up, I throw myself at it. We fight at first to keep the peace later. Seems like I never really have a chance though... What're my odd when the other guy's are bigger and stronger and older? They laugh about having fought longer than I've been alive.
Fuckers. I hate them all.
It's not fair.
Things will change though. Eventually they'll change. I'm getting older and they're getting older. For me, older is better. For some of them, older isn't. Jesse's real old. Nearly crippled, sometimes. If Nicky and Doc and the rest weren't around, some day soon I'd have a chance against Jesse... I know that's not how it's supposed to work, you fight one step above you at a time, not go straight to the top, but imagine! I could take Jesse out and ... and...
It's not fair. Even if I did beat Jesse, then what? Nicky would kick my ass. Or Doc, or Cody, or any of them... Even Mouse would be mad.
It's not fucking fair! I'm not asking for everything! I don't want all the money or a bunch of new bikes, I just want *in*! I want to be one of them! I want them to look *at* me! See me! Not just order me around and forget me! I want to stand with them against everything else. Have them trust me! ...have them love me, not just use me and pretend. And lots of them don't even pretend.
I hate them all. Jesse and Nicky and Cody and Doc and Slash and Mouse. I don't need them and I don't love them and I don't care! Let them all be together in there, I don't need them! I'll stay on this side of the wall because I don't care! I don't need them. I don't want them. Don't love them.
I hate them all.
storyseeds group. (They post a sentence to write about every day.) I had intended to write about HP stuff, but at least today I had no ideas and so spread to another theme.The sentence I worked with is "There was a wall.". Since this is an exercise, this little story has not been beta'ed. It's a hair under 500 words, written in about 20 minutes, with five or so minutes of editing after.
The characters are from a storyline I ran as a TP (an event for RPers). A biker gang. This is written in first person, from the POV of Tommy, the lowest ranking of the gang. He's a teenager, so expect some whining and angst and all that teenagery stuff.
Jesse is the leader of the gang. When a new person wants to join the group, they fight the lowest ranking man first, up as far as they can go until they lose, thus setting their own rank.
There was a wall. You can't see it or touch it, but everyone knew it was there. Though I tried and tried, I can't bust through it.
Everyone else is on one side of it, on the inside, and I'm the only one out here. They all know it and I know it, and they laugh. Doesn't matter how hard I try, I punch it and kick it, and punch them and kick them, but nothing changes. They laugh and they touch and they love and they're equals, and I'm not.
The wall has a window. I can see through it, I press my face against the glass, but I can only see the warmth on the other side. Can't feel it.
Sometimes, not often, there's a door. When one appears, when a new guy joins up, I throw myself at it. We fight at first to keep the peace later. Seems like I never really have a chance though... What're my odd when the other guy's are bigger and stronger and older? They laugh about having fought longer than I've been alive.
Fuckers. I hate them all.
It's not fair.
Things will change though. Eventually they'll change. I'm getting older and they're getting older. For me, older is better. For some of them, older isn't. Jesse's real old. Nearly crippled, sometimes. If Nicky and Doc and the rest weren't around, some day soon I'd have a chance against Jesse... I know that's not how it's supposed to work, you fight one step above you at a time, not go straight to the top, but imagine! I could take Jesse out and ... and...
It's not fair. Even if I did beat Jesse, then what? Nicky would kick my ass. Or Doc, or Cody, or any of them... Even Mouse would be mad.
It's not fucking fair! I'm not asking for everything! I don't want all the money or a bunch of new bikes, I just want *in*! I want to be one of them! I want them to look *at* me! See me! Not just order me around and forget me! I want to stand with them against everything else. Have them trust me! ...have them love me, not just use me and pretend. And lots of them don't even pretend.
I hate them all. Jesse and Nicky and Cody and Doc and Slash and Mouse. I don't need them and I don't love them and I don't care! Let them all be together in there, I don't need them! I'll stay on this side of the wall because I don't care! I don't need them. I don't want them. Don't love them.
I hate them all.
