Week 6 Creative Writing with WEA

The Argument

“Looking for something” he says

“Please not again” she silently prays

My confidence he sways, masterful in the role he plays

“What a mess” he grumbles in annoyance, as I don’t have the gift of clairvoyance my reaction is delayed and to him this my guilt displays

“Why are you snooping? What is it that you seek” he shuffles his paper, his eye on me

“It is not me” I plea “may be the children in their swooping or they curiously peek” I don’t know what else to think.

We stand upon the brink of yet another debate our course now innate as I have taken his bait.

“Laundry piled high some effort you might apply, stuff in the sink what am I to think? You know a lesser man than me would be driven to drink.

Common sense you need, what a pathetic weed and out all times of day with my work pay. What have you to say?!”

Nothing of course, I’m too full of remorse.

My aim should be to serve it’s no more than I deserve.

“It’s all your fault” his continued insult “why can’t you be like a real wife” directed like a knife

I’m the prisoner at the bar wearing love as a scar, might I be exonerated or to this authority I’m fated to fix in his box and wash his socks

I wonder how it will all end, how much more my will can bend

Promises broken with so many hateful words spoken

Some sign I need for my hope to feed and grow a little stronger, my love to last a little longer

Thanks would do just a few, a gentle glance, a second chance, a touch of romance

No riches required, no help hired simple gratitude less the attitude.

My capital now freeze, his temper appeased.

Woman and children now in his possessions yet his own family in abscission

They look out into the world seeing his lies that had been twirled becoming uncurled

Supremacy is his indeed but love deficiency caused such need that they cry to be freed.

 

 

Hating

Blackness

Darkness

Rottenness

Sickness

Distress

Dizziness

Hatefulness

Sinfulness

In a mess

Hopelessness

Forgiveness

God bless

Week 5 Creative Writing with WEA

Q; Write a scene in which two people engage in a heated quarrel, include both dialogue and descriptive body language, try to portray feelings as well as telling the reader about the characters.

He was in the house again. Sophie could hear the heavy steps of her father in the hallway, she could hear the soft scuttling of her mother in the kitchen. Tonight was going to be different. He had promised them, no more, no more arguing or fighting.

“Kristie did you need something?” David could see the papers, his papers, on his desk, they had been moved.

“No, I’m fine the children are all in bed. How were Frank and Grace? Did you fix their computer?” Kristie asked as light hearted and natural as she could, although in the back of her mind she wondered. Had she moved the papers? Had she been cleaning near there today and knocked them? Or had the children run past the desk when playing, maybe they had moved them accidently?

“What? Do you really want an answer to your stupid questions? Would I be here now if I hadn’t fixed the god dame computer? Frank and Grace are the same as yesterday when you saw them in the supermarket. They thought that I would like to hear all about the wonderful afternoon they spent talking to you in Wal-Mart” He dropped into his office chair and put his black leather bag beside it. He looked at the coffee rings on his desk, typical he thought. she’s out shopping all day and hasn’t even wiped the desk over. He dared to look over at the sink, yep washing up still waiting on the side from dinner. He had been able to fix a hard drive and explain office 2000 to an old man yet again since dinner, but what had she done? Not even the dishes.

“Would you like a coffee? Have you got much more to do?” Kristie thought it best to just change the subject. She realized too late she done that double question thing he hated so much. Her heart began to beat a pace faster she clenched her teeth. Had he noticed? Of course he’s noticed but will say anything?

David rolled his eyes to the back of his head. Why did she do that? She didn’t used to that dumb, babbling question after question. Kristie used to be funny and smart, most of all she used to be helpful. He took a deep breath in and spun his chair around to face her. Oh god she was doing the face, the face told him she was either going to walk away or start crying for no reason.

“How about you answer my question first” he began

“Sorry, which question?” Kristie couldn’t recall not answering a question, she was always careful to listen. She knew how important it was to David that you must listen. His eyes were beginning to burn into her, best look at the floor. I mustn’t give him cause to be angry with me. I mustn’t wake the children.

“Why were you snooping in my papers?” he was sure now, Kristie was defiantly up to something. She couldn’t even look him in the eye that said everything he needed to know!

Sophie hugged her legs behind her bedroom door, she listened in the darkness. Yes, he was in the house again.