Sunday, January 26, 2014


In my creative writing club, we were talking about what makes a good story, and what sort of details make a story convincing. So I decided to tell ghost stories with the girls.

Since the sun sets at 4:00, it was already dark outside when we turned off the lights and sat in a circle on the floor. We used a cell phone to light up our faces as we told all of the cliché stories. It got a bit scarier every time we heard one that hadn’t been told before.

One girl told a story about a woman who murdered her boyfriend and threw him into the river behind her house. At night, when she was in her bathroom, she saw him standing by the river through the window. She ran outside, but he wasn’t there. Every night the figure got closer to the window, so she shut the curtain.
Anyway, the story builds up, and is scary, and has windows in it. After the girl finished there was a stunned silence in the room until one of the other girls said, “Has the window been open the whole time!?”
And at that moment a breeze came in through the window of the classroom, ruffling the curtains. We all screamed, even me!

I hope they didn’t get too distracted from their homework in the library.
We turned on the lights and told some happy stories before getting back into theory.

I was a little bit scared locking up the school that night.


In my Keep Fit club we watched a few workout videos, and we sprinted around the gym a few times. We were pretty tired, so we were doing some stretches as a cool down. And as it happens, we started telling stories. For some reason the conversation was birds.
I told them a story about a bird flying into our living room window. I was distressed when I went outside, expecting doorbell ditchers, to find a little broken bird.
“Is it dead?” I asked, my eyes tearing a bit before I could help it.
“No, no.” My mom said. “Sometimes they just get stunned after hitting the glass, and it will regain consciousness in a few minutes.”
My dad walked over to have a look, with all of the tact in the world, “Yeah, that’s dead.”

The girls giggled. And then one of my favorite girls decided to follow my story.
“I have a bird story, and it’s like, the opposite of yours.” She said. She’s hilarious. She’s always so excited, and she talks with animated hand gestures. “So I was out in my yard and I saw a bird nest. And it had a little egg in it. And I took it out of the tree and I put it in my room. And then there were these birds freaking out outside my window. And my mom found it and asked where I got the nest. And I said I got it from school. And the birds kept freaking out, so I started to panic, because of my mom and the birds, so I just threw it out the window.”
She never found out what happened to it. It was a bit dark, but I was in stitches for the whole rest of the evening.