After our first day exploring genres, brainstorming, developing characters, and finally starting to write, our stories have begun to take shape. We have some writers ready to craft thrillers from their own imaginations and others attempting capture the challenges they've faced in their own lives through fictional narratives. Whether to entertain or educate, our writers have committed and already crafted some impressive work!
Excerpts:
"...I
took a look at his badge, the name on his badge was Officer Alexander, I knew
then that was the man my wife was sleeping with. The anger inside of me was
unbearable, I closed my mouth and started to grind my teeth, I seemed to do
this when I get mad, I find the sound soothing, it seems to calm me
down..."

"...Everything is completely gone. Just like him..."
"...Very soon, we'll be
moving forward... together..."
"…He began separating the pieces in the large
tinted plastic container and assembling them into piles and stacking them. He
liked the clicking sound the small colored bricks made when he stacked them together. He
heard the phone slam down on the counter and soon after he heard the third step
creek and knew his mother was coming up the stairs. She knocked and opened the
door seeing Jay sitting in the corner clicking and unclicking the two Lego
bricks over and over. She sat down and let him know that he had a doctors
appointment on Tuesday..."

“…He turned the TV off and finished off his can. He had left clues for Frank. He tumbled the object around in his
hand. Frank was smart; he was the
goal. He would get to him, but he needed
Frank to be doing his best detective work tonight…”
“…Maybe not, Barron thought, but also maybe Mr. Lester, almost
forty years his senior, didn’t quite understand the world of teenagers and
technology. Maybe his straightforward approach was an asset into the seventies,
but not now, not in this world. Maybe Mr. Lester, for all his teaching experience, didn’t
understand the agony of a student who felt utterly alone at school and at home,
but only briefly found solace in a 12 by 9 screen. But Barron knew he
couldn’t and wouldn’t say those things…”
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