Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Similar Style to "The Goodbye Tapes"

I tried to write a short story similar to the style in "The Goodbye Tapes" but a little different. I've never been great at writing stories but I give it a try. Hope you guys enjoy!



Change

"All the thousands of cold friends and family are waiting anxiously wrapped in their warm coats and hats under the night sky waiting for 2007. It's amazing the amount of people that gather and unite together to watch the minute change from 11:59pm to 12:00am. I don't know maybe it's just me? The ball is waiting anxiously as well to finally drop. A new year. Does that mean a new beginning? I think to myself and wonder if that means I'll have to make changes. I hate change. I’m excited with 10 of my friends and we’re all yelling and screaming for the ball to finally drop. What if the ball doesn't drop? Can it stay 2006? I’m not ready for a new year. “Aren’t you excited?”my friend turns to me with excitement. I reply with my hands in the air “Of course! I’ve been waiting for this since January 1st , 2006!” No I haven't. I've been dreading this since January 1st, 2006, another year, more changes. The months, the hours, the minutes, and the seconds that we all wait for to start a new year in the biggest city, New York City. Wow, it’s 2007 I can’t wait to start fresh and go on to college and meet new people. I don’t want to meet new people I have my friends right here. Now it’s 11:59 and 50 seconds, time to countdown to change. 10, my ten best friends. 9, the months left to start a new school year. 8, the hours I used to spend in High School these past four years. 7, how old I was when I these friends. 6 seconds closer to change. 5 seconds closer to change. 4 seconds closer to change. 3 seconds closer to change. 2 seconds closer to change. 1 second closer to starting a brand new year of the same thing over and over. It’s 12:00 midnight and we’re all hugging and kissing each other just like we’ll be doing in 2008, happy waiting for change."

4 comments:

nadia said...

For someone who doesnt write that many stories this one is actually really good. I like the whole idea you used of the last few minutes-down to the last seconds of reviewing your year and your fear of facing a new one. Your description is pretty good but i think that you could have elaborated a little bit more on each of the topics of descrition. Otherwise your idea is great for writing in this kind of style.

Corey Frost said...

This is great, Angie! Thanks for sharing it. I too like the way you used the countdown at the end to count all the things that were on your mind. In fact, I felt that you could have continued that pattern all the way to one - surely there are other things you could count. And your mixture of realistic description and mental monologue works nicely. What about incorporating quotations from other people around you, too?

William said...

Nice story. I like the idea of mixing antagonizing forces, in this case a mixture of anxiety and excitment that brings about an interesting conflict reminiscent of everyday decision processes. The end is also special on its own in that uses the perpetual propelor of action: "I will do this tomorrow" but when tomorrow comes the phrase rebounces and references to the next day, and so on, leading to a never reaching cyclical process. This is what I understood from the sentence "It’s 12:00 midnight and we’re all hugging and kissing each other just like we’ll be doing in 2008, happy waiting for change" Change, just like tomorrow, is just around the corner but somehow it never comes. (Unless, of course, I'm going abroad again, reaching shores that were never there)

Justine said...

I like the way that this story takes place in one minute, and all of the things that happen in that minute. I like the way you used the count down at the end and I think that it would have been nice if you kept going with other items on the count down. I think that this really helps to create the climax of the story, and it really sums up the way you were feeling in this minute.