Want to See Something Embarrassing? Let Me Share Some Old Creative Writing

A long time ago, in a town far, far away I thought myself to be an aspiring author of awesome proportions. I did lots of reading and said to myself, "You know what? I bet I can write a pretty decent story."

That thought may still have some kind of merit if I was still actively writing new things to this day, but unfortunately a two year LDS mission to Ohio got in the way of that, and then I never managed to get back into the habit. I regularly kick myself in the metaphorical junk over it, I promise.

If I were to make a list of things I desperately want to accomplish someday, writing a book, or even a novella would be very, very near the top. But, being so out of practice makes me very hesitant to try and jump back into that world. Having a blog helps, but let's face it, that really isn't the same kind of writing.

Anyways, to get to the point, I dug out some of the few writing pieces I still have from my more youthful days and thought it might be fun to share some of them. So, today we'll start with a short piece I wrote for the Creative Writing 218R class I took at BYU as a freshman. As a result, this post will be pretty long, so continue at your own risk. The piece deals with me trying to keep myself under an instructor-imposed word limit of 1500 while trying to be what at the time I thought was rather creative.

See if you can't figure out what the piece is actually about when you are finished, it shouldn't be too hard if you give it a little thought. So, join me after the jump.