A Place Holder

Due to the fact that I have been working nonstop and a few other family issues  that have come up, I haven’t been able to sit down and work on the writing prompt piece my group and I had come up with. I normally wait until the weekend to work on my homework, as I do not work then and have more time to concentrait. That is what I am hoping to do with this piece, as I really want to put thought into it. 
However, this is what I have so far:

A cold sweat broke out across his forehead as he walked farther down the sidewalk. His bag—loosely attached to the straps that hung off his shoulder—swayed, occasionally lifting up when the wind pushed at him too strong. His eyes darted back and forth and anyone who passed him could tell something was wrong with him. He didn’t let that bother him, however. He was on a single mission: locate the girl, track her down, and report back to his boss. Simply, easy, effective, and it wouldn’t cost him a dime.

            Or so he thought.

            Victor Price wasn’t what anyone would call special. He was average: worked a nine-to-five day job, kept tabs with his group of fantasy football league friends, and held partial custody of his two kids: Milo and Jody with his ex-wife Lori every other week. He went to the bar on most nights—Emil Stanton, the owner, had been his neighbor growing up and would usually give him half-off on the tab he kept as long as he came three times a week and paid it by Friday—and spent the rest of his time at home on his computer. The only difference in Victor Price’s life was what he did on the nights he wasn’t at the bar.

            He wasn’t a vigilante by any means. Nor was he a spy. He was (if he were to classify it as a legal job) a private investigator—sort of a would-be paparazzi that sometimes took matters into his own hands. Sometimes it meant taking pictures and reporting back to his boss, other times it meant kidnapping, and still other times it meant an assignation or two; really, whatever he was told to do. 

The prompt that my group has chosen to do was roll a lettered die, pick a random number, and select words out 

Of the dictionary to use in any way that we wanted to in a story of our choosing.
I rolled the letter “K” and chose the number 9.
The words I got are as follows:

1. Kamikaze

2. Khan

3. Kilt

4. Kismet

5. Kung-fu

6. Kvetch (to complain habitually)
7. Kooky

8. Kerosene

9. Kidnapped (Kidnapping)

 

From there, we worked on some rather strange and weird stories (to say the least) using those words. My original “work” was about a girl that lost her clothes, found a kilt, tripped over kerosene, found a Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan poster, kidnapped it, and set her school on fire.

All in all, it was quite kooky. Which I suppose was appropriate, given the lack of sleep I had gotten the night before and working an extra two hours over what I was suppose to (everyone at work, I feel, as come down with that terrible round of H1N1 flu and those that have not yet been effected by it have to cover for the ones that have it. It’s not pretty, let me tell you).

As far as what we talked about in our group meeting?
A variety of things. It was a great time—my group for this particular project was awesome and I wish I didn’t have to change them. Tiffany and Jason are wonderful and easy people to work with! They offered wonderful insight to a lot of writing and really “expanded my imagination” J
We discussed the Creative Writing program and which classes we liked and disliked, as well as which authors we thought helped us and which ones we were utterly appalled by. We dabbled a little bit into what our futures might hold and talked a lot about our different writing styles and what made us happiest when we wrote.
When it came time to discuss our writing prompt work, we all agreed that they would change drastically when it came time to post on our blog. Perhaps that makes us brainstormers. Or, perhaps that just means we were all tired from a very long day and used the writing prompt then to have some fun at 6:30  at night. Either way, it works out.

Again, I am sorry that I didn’t have my prompt 100% finished for the time that it was due. I know technically that it doesn’t have to be done until 5 p.m. tomorrow/Friday, but I am working over-time tomorrow/Friday (9:30 a.m. until 7:30 p.m.) and won’t be home in time to finish it before the deadline. That’s why I’m posting what I can now and getting the actually story up (hopefully) by Saturday evening. It’s got a promising start and I really want to be able to focus on it! I haven’t written a piece like this in such a long time and I’m excited for it!

Now to finally get some sleep (my head wouldn’t rest until I had this posted!)
Until next time,

Sami