Recently I’ve decided to revamp my writing career. Many of you know that I’m a fairly new middle school teacher. I’ll be entering my 4th year this August. Let me tell you, I absolutely LOVE teaching! I love it so much, that I’ve totally immersed myself in everything about it so that I can be the best middle school teacher I can be. Teaching is already a job that takes a lot of your energy, time, and money if you’re doing it right. Being new a new teacher requires that much more, just trying to get the hang of lesson planning, classroom management, testing, and time-management. Needless to say, teaching definitely took away from my time to write.
Now that I’m a little more settled into my teaching career (thanks to an AWESOME mentor, colleagues, and administration!), I’m ready to devote more time to my true passion–writing.
With that said, I’m going to ease back into it. I am taking my blog in a new direction. I’m dedicating it mainly to just story-writing. Sure I’ll post some other things, like writing tips, informational articles, and general musings. But for the most part, I’m going to use this blog to practice and cultivate my story-writing skills. I’d love to write something daily, even if it’s only a few lines, but I’m not going to hold myself to that just yet. I do plan to post a story or part of a story a few times a week. I’ve subscribed to a a website called Figment that sends daily writing prompts. They are very intriguing and really help me to stretch my imagination when I write from them. If you’re into reading and story-writing like I am, you should check out the site. There’s all kinds of cool things on it!
So…here’s my first response to today’s Figment writing prompt. Please tell me what you think!
Figment Prompt: “You are going to want to give up. Don’t.”
“You are going to want to give up. Don’t,” he said.
“How do you know?” she asked.
His gaze wandered and his head dropped, making it easier to divert her pleading eyes. He stuffed his big hands into the pockets of his baggy work pants. His shoulders heaved upward, then sank as he inhaled deeply and let out a weary sigh. For a moment, he remembered. Not everything, not clearly. Flashes of her smile, her lips, the blood. He remembered how the flowery smell of her perfume stayed in the air moments after she was gone. He could hear her laugh, her sweet, innocent laugh. Then he heard her scream.
“Because I gave up.”