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Twenty Pages - College Stories

  • Writer: tifv521
    tifv521
  • Sep 13
  • 2 min read
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During my college years I took a couple creative writing classes. My first creative writing class I sat near the back and listened to this girl in the front who acted like she knew everything, didn't talk to anyone, and always answered all the teachers questions. I called her the stuck up bitch of the class.


Well... that same semester I had another class with a girl who I got along with fairly well. We

were eating lunch and I had of course told her about the bitch in my class... and suddenly I saw that bitch walking over. I motioned and said, "There's the bitch from my class" my friend looked and laughed. "That's my twin sister." she told me.


Yup... her twin, the bitch from class, came over. My friend introduced me to her and then said, "She thinks you are a bitch." (Some friend... LOL)


The next semester I took another creative writing class and that girl was in it... we ended up sitting next to each other in class (the only seats available) since we were forced to sit by each other, we talked to each other and realized... we had a ton in common.


One of our assignments was to write a 20 page story (max 20 pages, goal was at least 12). We chatted and she was struggling to come up with an idea, so I told her about my idea. A dystopian future where vampires purchased a state and wants to show that they can live in peace with humans. So they invite a human to go to the vampire school.


She liked the idea and said it would be cool if we could work together on it. So we asked... and were told so long as they were not copies of each other we could! So we began writing a story from two points of view - one from the vampire and one from the human.


By the time the assignment was due... we had 20 pages.... and a few hundred extra. We turned in our 20 pages (with a semi-ending) and continued writing together.


What came of these 20 pages and the bitch? Well... come back next week to find out.

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