I spent last weekend at BookCon, a place as the website puts it, “where storytelling and pop culture collide.” And man, what a collision it was.
Earlier this year, I confidently announced my New Year’s Resolutions, one of which was to write more for WordPress.
As you can see, I have been failing miserably.
Author’s Note: I wrote this for my Creative Writing: Fiction class as a scene assignment. Let me know what you think.
Clouds fill the sky, coloring the city grey and threatening civilians with rain. Alex feels the wind pierce through her thin jacket and settle into her bones, the late fall getting to her. She stands on the corner, facing the street, anxiously shaking her leg, and watches the cars slowly inch by.
“Late again,” she mutters to herself, as she checks her watch and looks down the sidewalks, where he was nowhere in sight. For once in his life, will it kill him to be early?
Alex exhales, exasperated, and crosses her arms, hoping that this would somehow protect her from the cold. Her leg continues to fidget. She thinks about all the other times he was late, to art shows, to celebrations, to other dinners. Add this to the count.
Taken at a protest held at my school
Note: I wrote this in the early morning of November 9th. I was drained, I was behind on my schoolwork, and most of all, I was upset. Incredibly upset. And in this state, I wrote the following post, to document my feelings and my reactions. And as Trump gets inaugurated today, I can’t let myself forget how I felt and where I was and how I won’t stop fighting.