As many of you know, this past semester I took a creative writing course. My professor would often give us journal assignments to complete for class. They would include different kinds of exercises and such that were meant to get us thinking and our creative juices flowing. Though I’ve focused mainly on poetry so far on my blog, this post is all about creative prose.
My professor challenged us to write a story in 100 words; no more, no less. I didn’t realize how difficult this would be until I actually started doing it. I ended up adapting a very very short story that I had written in the tenth grade to fit this 100 word limit (I’d say the original was probably about 300 words or so). Editing down the words in this story was very difficult. It helped me understand the concept of not writing more than is necessary. This is always something I’ve struggled with (I’ve often been called a wordy writer). Removing so much of the detail from the story pained me because I was afraid that the story would lose something without those bits of detail. I needed to find the perfect balance between getting the entire story across in an eloquent and informative matter and keeping the 100 word limit. Though I struggled doing this, I really think the challenge helped me to understand writing better. Sometimes you don’t need all the extra fluff. I handed my story in the next time we had class thinking nothing of it (I thought I did a good job but I didn’t think it was a masterpiece). The next class my professor ended up reading my 100 word story to the class, she really liked it and felt like it was a solid example of the whole concept of the exercise (sometimes I even surprise myself). So here it is, my 100 word story:
The rain was pouring down in sheets making it impossible for Evan to see what he was doing. He fumbled with the tire iron as it slipped and slid in his hands. The wet bolts made it entirely impossible to take them off of the frame. He glanced up into the car where Shannon sat. She’d taken off her veil but the white of her dress could be seen puffing up around her waist. She opened the car door and knelt down beside him.
“At least we’ll have a good story to tell” And she kissed him on the forehead.
That’s it! Short and sweet. I challenge all the other writers out there (or anyone looking for something to do) to attempt the 100 word story exercise. It really was eye-opening!
From me for you,