Tales of Tenth Grade

Yes, this is another short story/creative writing piece. No, I'm not sorry. (Are you tired of them yet?) So, you may be wondering how this relates to something we've done in class. (I was too, initially.) Well, our first unit was on structure so I experimented with the structure of this story, isolating certain lines for emphasis/effect (and whatnot). Hope you enjoy the story! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Motels and Emancipation           Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.           The soft plunk of water droplets sliding in through the crack in the roof plopped noisily into a tin can.           Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.           The drips coincided with the loud analog clock mounted on the wall to his left. He couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was right, time and mother ...

The Picnic The night was oddly bright.  Although midnight, the moon peeked from behind the curtains of clouds surrounding everything within the sky.  One blanket lay beneath them, a basket with picnic food between the couple stargazing at the wild sky in amazement.  But they weren’t a couple, not yet at least. Corey Taylor was a sheepish boy of seventeen with a crush.  Samantha Sanders was a boisterous girl of sixteen with a friend.  (See the problem here?) Their strings simply were not fated to cross, at least not in their current lifetimes. It was a sheer spur of the moment decision to come out to the ridge tonight, or so Samantha thought.  Corey had been planning this night for years. She was Juliet to his Romeo, and he was finally going to make a move on the girl he’d been eyeing for years.  Of course Samantha had agreed to sneak out-she was, after all, a boisterous girl of sixteen. Corey had packed the bag...