More Writing

Hey guys, hope ye liked the writing piece I posted last week, as I’m going to post my conclusion to it today. It is a pretty short piece so I might work some more on it and develop it more in the future but for now this is all I’ve done. Again, let me know what you think in the comments below or if you have any tips for me!

 

“Lucy, what?…. Do you know what time it is?” Lucy looked down at her watch. 2:15 am. “Shit” she whispered. “I’m sorry Anna I didn’t realise. It’s just.. Is it okay if I stay with you and Laura for a bit?” “Yeah of course it’s okay. But what’s wrong Lucy? Why are you calling so early? Are you and Jack okay?”. Silence. “Lucy? Come on, you’re scaring me now, what’s wrong?” “It’s nothing” Lucy replied quietly, “It’s okay. I’ll see you in a few hours yeah?” “Okay” Anna replied, still sceptical, “I’ll see you then”. Lucy ended the call and dropped the phone in her lap. “We’re not okay though” she whispered as she rubbed the red hand print on the side of her face.

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My Writing

This week I’m going to start using this blog as a place to put some of my creative writing not only to showcase it, but in a hope to improve it. Today I’ll be posting the first part of a short story I’ve been working on, and I’ll post the continuation next week. Let me know in the comments what you think of it or where you think it could be made better!

 

The bitter November wind threw itself against Lucy as she struggled to make her way towards her car. She shivered as she felt the familiar cold gust around her small, pale frame and tightened her jacket around herself as she fished the keys out of her pocket with her free hand and tears streamed down her face. She reached the car, a battered, old Honda Civic, opened the trunk and tossed her rucksack in before slamming it shut and making her way to the driver’s seat. Once inside she loosened her jacket a little before taking a breath and staring out the window for what felt like an eternity. Gradually coming back to reality, Lucy reached into her pocket to get her phone and started scrolling through her contacts list before finding her sister, Anna. She hit dial and started to zip up her jacket a little, realising again how cold it could actually get at that time of night. “Hello?”, came the tired and confused voice on the other end of the phone. “Um… Hi Anna, it’s me” Lucy replied quietly, not quite sure what exactly to say.

Hills Like White Elephants

One of the first, and one of my favourite readings I had for a class this week was Ernest Hemmingway’s “Hills like White Elephants”. Having read the story before, I was excited to get a chance to read it in more detail and to get a chance to analyse it and hear different opinions on it. The short story, first published in 1927, gives us an insight into the life of a couple as they wait for a train. It is obvious from the start that there is a certain amount of tension between the two, and while the writing style is quite direct, the characters try to beat around the bush and not actually talk about what’s bothering them.  When first published, the story was met with great praise from critics and it still is to this day, while there is still much more in depth research to be done to it. Have you read it? Did you like it? Let me know in the comments below and let me know what type of things you’d like to see on this blog from now on.

Until next week,

Orla.

(here’s a drawing I did based of the original cover of the book, but I inverted the colours because I like drawing sunsets)

hills like white elephants