Thursday, November 11, 2010

Ingredients 2 - Short Story Drafting

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A second INGREDIENTS post, and it's on something that isn't a post!

As a few people may know, I've started the process of brainstorming and drafting for my short story assignment. Therefore, I will be using my blog as a place to write down ideas and small story chunks, partly because of the fact that Blogger kindly saves things automatically and I am lazy.

For some reason or another, I decided that it would be fun to write a significant portion of my story such that it is relatively conflict-free. Although the star of the show, Jonathan, seems to have gone through some troubled times, he won't have too many issues in the present action, and any conflict he may have run into earlier will be left somewhat open-ended.

On second thought, I don't really like this idea of telling people what I'm going to write about before I write it, so I'm going to avoid doing so by strategically employing a piece of introductory exposition that will hopefully keep people satisfied but interested.

It was one of those dreary, wintry days where the sky was that kind of light gray that evenly spread the buttery sunshine over everything, that kind of light gray that made everything that kind of light gray. Jonathan trudged through the snow that had built up on the sidewalk overnight, dragging one foot after the other, as he did every day. He left behind him two evenly-spaced channels as if he were laying down a new branch for the railroad that ran through the town, one that would take people straight to the town store.

Along the way, Jonathan passed by a line of light gray, veteran automobiles, ones that knew how to tough out the harsh winters, ones that knew from one too many experiences the kinds of things that could happen out there if one got careless. In the light gray chrome lining on the cars shone distorted reflections of Jonathan’s already distorted figure. He was slightly hunched, so his head stuck out forward from his shoulders. He wore a pair of glasses whose lenses were always diffusely reflecting the light gray sunlight because they were always fogged over as a byproduct of his mouth, which was always open wide enough for his light gray teeth to be constantly bared. Over the light gray skin of his shoulders was a thin, light gray shirt draped a little too loosely for the season. This shirt was covered by a worn, light gray trench coat that would almost have been just right for a homeless man withering away in the dark gray shadows of the light gray streets. Jonathan had been out of work for a while; he depended on Carol for a comfortable house and a home-cooked meal each night when he came back from his walks.

On a different note, potential titles at the moment include:
  • teh hungerrrr

...yeaaaaah...it's funny 'cause that's the only one I have so far and it doesn't really fit anything at all...

Anyway, that's all folks! Hope you look forward to reading more whenever I decide to either finish my story or share more ideas.

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