Authors

I am adding the final edits to the Part two for the story. However I want this blog to be a collection of multiple authors. I am advertising on my twitter to have authors submitting their work but all I can really say is submit your work! With the stories that are sent to me I will not, I repeat WILL NOT take credit for your work. I will add the stories to the main blogs. If many people submit their work and have multiple stories to add I will create a new tab, with your permission of course, and have all their stories there. The tab can be your name, pen name, whatever you want to call it.
I will not only take stories. I will take poetry, photography, drawing, anything that is creative and you wish to share. I hope to receive some of your stories soon!


- Seeking Originality


How could I forget, send your stories or photos to seekoriginality@gmail.com

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Embarassing

For my creative writing class we had to write an embarrassing moment of our lives. This moment I shall share with you:

“Where’s my phone?” I probably dropped it in the moments of getting my drink off the floor. Here I’m standing outside in a crowd of people too drunk to know how cold they actual are in this February weather. I turn around to see Tori’s face.

“You okay girl? What happened?” Tori is my closest friend. I can talk to her openly about anything. She’s from California with a free loving spirit. Even in this total darkness her beach blond hair is glowing. She probably thought I was being ridiculous.

“My phone. Where is my phone? Damn it had my money, JAC card, and hello my phone. It’s my baby.”

“You left your phone in there?”

“Rebecca you okay?” I see Brenn’s face staring at me. His face is full of concern like I was attacked or something.

“Yeah I’m fine I just didn’t want to dance with that guy anymore.” Oh God that poor kid. I just ran away from him. “

“Yeah his face was so confused.”

“But I left my phone in there. Oh. God. My phone. That is my baby. I need my baby.” Looking back screaming ‘I left my baby’ people must have wondered why I even brought a baby to a college party. Still I stand there staring at the door like it is hundreds of feet away even though it is just 10 feet. How can I go back inside there?

“Is Molly still in there?” I look around and don’t see her. Molly is my roommate Brenn is Molly’s best friend from home, a typical “Southern Gentleman”.

“Maybe Molly got my phone? Yes. Oh. God. what if that guy has my phone? That douche stole my phone. He has my baby!” Screaming 'he has my baby' adds on to the crazy points I had racking up that night.

“Hey, guys why did you run out of the party?” I see Molly coming and she is still with the guy that she was dancing with. She is half his height, red hair, and pale - a typical ginger. 

“Did you see my phone by any chance?”

“No. You lost your phone.?”

“I think the guy I was with stole my phone.”

Before running out of this party I was dancing with this guy. For all purposes let’s call this guy Charlie. He was probably taller than me, strong built, baggy clothes on, military cut, and tan. He told me that he was on the basketball team. I was at the game earlier that day and I told him I didn’t see him on the court or bench. He dropped the basketball line. That is all I remember of our conversation. I was not much for talking that night.

I had just broken up with my boyfriend Daniel. He’s tall, athletic, brown eyes and hair. We were friends for seven years. For the past six months we were together. But while I thought we were still together he went and got a girlfriend. I found out that Monday - five days ago.

For the night Charlie was just a quest of forgetting the ex. Charlie was a sweetie. He tried talking to me but all I did was continue to drink what I had made back at the dorm. I just nod and dance to what Charlie was saying. I didn’t really care. He could have told me he was a prince to some country and wished to marry me and I would have just said ‘that’s amazing’. I kept dropping my drink; thank God I had it in a Nalgene bottle to keep it safe. I want the pain and memories to be out of my mind. I turn and I just started kissing Charlie. I can say emotions and not the right state of mind had this effect but lets be honest. It wasn’t. I was used and wanted to use someone to forget.

The drink is now empty and the effects are not as strong I realize I am dancing with this guy who is not who I thought. He’s my height. I am short. He had a small built. I could beat him up. I had the hair and clothes right though.

My mind starts running in circles of how to get out of this. How could I let Daniel get to me? I want to cry. I turn away from the guy. I continue to dance, it was a good song. Tori is dancing in front of me with a surprised expression that I had just made out with this guy. “Escape now.”

“Right now?” I nod. Tori pulls me and Brenn who she’s dancing with.

I should have at least waited till the end of the song. I'm sure it was a good song.

Staring at the door I did not know what was about to happen. Would I see who I was dancing with? I check the floor where we were dancing and my phones no where in sight. I see Charlie. I run up to him. I’m like a mad woman who should be locked in a cage. Charlie was just trying to enjoy his night meet a sweet girl and maybe take her home. Instead he got me. No sweetness. No taking home. Just a big tease and a bag of emotions. That was not the worst part. Our conversation probably went something like this:

“Do you know where my phone is?”

“Excuse me?”

“I had my phone when we were dancing now it’s gone.”

“Maybe it’s around here.” Charlie begins lightening up his phone on the ground to try and find the phone. The party is starting to clear out. They can clear out all they want my baby is missing and I want her back. I know he has my baby. Why is he bothering?Just give it back to me.

This poor kid. I never saw him again. I think we both would run away from each other if we did. I have drank but not made out with anyone. Nor have I seen or talked to Daniel. All for the best. When emotions are high I’ll stick to chocolate and a movie. Keeping the crazy caged.

Part One

Blood everywhere. So much blood. Why is there blood? Is this my blood? Coming to full realization I am hurt but not enough to create all this blood. The rain makes the blood stream down the pavement. Making the crime be washed away. Who did this? I scan for my friend Heather. Tall. Bone ass skinny. Long brown hair. Basically the complete opposite of me. Heather was with me at the club. I thought we left together. Damn this string shirt held on better than I thought it would. So not what I should be concered. There is blood all around men I can barely move, and I am focused on how this top was able to stay on. 

“Nica?” Okay. That’s my name. Who would be calling me?

“Heather?”

“Nica where are you?” I spoke right I wasn’t just imagining that?

“Heather I’m over here.”

“Over where?” That wasn’t Heathers voice.

“Oh I see. You thought you could run away now didn’t you?” Who is this girl? She looks familiar. “Your brother will be so happy I found you. Then he would take back breaking up with me. Oh what a mistake he made.” Mumbling to herself as if making an evil plan.

 Now getting into the light this girl was the girl who has stalked my brother all through out college. They had a one night stand. It was not by choice. She drugged him. Wait how did she know my name?

“Do I know you?” I can barely get the words out. I feel like a drunken daze.

“No I’m with the help and rescue team. We have been looking for you since last night. Do you remember the last three days?” Who is this person talking to me? Is it the girl or is this a boy?

Plans

When we wake up in the morning do we know what were going to do that day? Do we wake up with goals saying today I will final finish that book I've abandoned with a few pages left. Or I will go to the gym start my day off right and work? That is how I thought my day would go. Wake up have an amazing breakfast and go to yoga. The breakfast happened but yoga went on without me. The trenchal down pour made it seem like an unwise idea.
So hear I lay on a confy couch writing to this world that I told would be receiving a story from me once a week. So far no stories have been posted and writings went undone. I promised a story and a story is what I started. I just wanted to share a few thoughts with this world of bloggers or followers. Nothing we set out to do truly becomes what we want it to be. I did not see myself home and going to school. Even though I did not see this for myself that is what I have. I would not be doin these things if I were not here I can say that. I would not be working, hopefully getting started on this blog and sharing stories with you. Nor would I be doing volunteer work. I'm searching around for what to get involve with.
So leaving you with this rambling I wanted to add my first story is something out of the box for me. Still in need of editing but I do hope you enjoy.

~seekingoriginality