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Okay, this one requires a bit of explanation. I'm taking a class called Experimental Fiction, and right now we're learning about the Oulipian movement, a French literary movement that's still going on. Basically what they do is devise constraints to write by. They're often very precise and extreme, creating writing that seems strange and a bit unnatural, perhaps nonsensical, but that has merit nonetheless. We were assigned to either choose a constraint or create one of our own, then write a short fictional piece under that constraint. This is what I did:

I opened the short story Brokeback Mountain (I have it in bound form, by itself) and wrote down the "important" words (that is, nouns, adjectives, verbs, not articles and prepositions) from the first line of every page, in order, so each line of the list had the words from one page (for example, "cold/flames/twisting/poking"). Then I decided that every sentence in my story would have at least one word from this list, and at least one word from each line of the list would be used in the story. Um. It makes sense in my head, does it in yours? :P Anyway, it's not essential to know that, but I think it's interesting. So here's the story.

Title: Nowhere and Everywhere
Author: Anne ([livejournal.com profile] starsouls1013)
Rating: PG
Length: 460 words
Feedback: As always, dearly cherished.
Summary: Reminiscences of a summer spent with a brother.

We lost ourselves out there, that summer... )
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I just dug up two pieces of original fiction that I wrote a year ago. I'm intensely proud of both of them (especially Another Step) and would love any feedback. (Especially you, Sara - I'd love to know what you think.) And I swear I'm not depressed like these stories make me seem. I'm just somehow much better at capturing pain and despair than comedy or love or anything happy. Heh.

Title: Another Step
Author: Anne ([livejournal.com profile] starsouls1013)
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Teaser: She did not feel the jagged edges of the broken stalks as they scraped the soft skin of her feet. Her footprints glistened crimson in her wake, marking her trail of small scale destruction.
A/N: There really is no context for this. The beginning sprang from my mind, and I just ran with it.

Another Step )

Title: Obsidian Eyes
Author: Anne ([livejournal.com profile] starsouls1013)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A young man tells his story of loneliness, temptation, and loss.
A/N: The narrator is male. Everyone assumes it's a woman because I am - but nope! This was written for a creative writing assignment for AP English last year. And if you don't know, obsidian is a kind of rock, completely black, shiny, and very hard.

Obsidian Eyes )

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