I'm finally writing again, and it only took a class to force me to do it. So for the next couple days if I remember, I'll be posting some of the vignettes or poems I've written for my creative writing class at Dallas Seminary. Here are three of the five writings from the first week of class.
Writing No. 2
Being in love is red and green. Two ends of the same color wheel, perfectly complimenting one another. Sweet and sour. Love is kind of like taking care of your teeth. Sometimes it can be a real pain in the gums; sometimes there’s a little blood shed as the floss forces its way into those hard-to-reach places as you learn to live unselfishly with another human being. Sometimes love burns a little not unlike rinsing; but when you get done, you’re left with a peppermint-fresh taste and a little bit brighter soul.
Writing No. 3
She’s not my cat. Supposedly. I don’t even like cats, to be honest; they make me sneeze. Still, somehow I got suckered into living with a dumb, fat cat. Only Whitney Williams could do this to me. She’s dangerous … like fire. I may be 23, but I’m still a boy and boys like fire. Fire is beautiful. Fire is intriguing. Fire is dangerous. That woman, she’s like fire: beautiful, intriguing and dangerous. I think she’s out to kill me, why else would she trick me into having a cat? She makes me smile by smiling and cry by crying. She’s the only person in this world for whom I would willingly scoop cat litter.
Writing No. 4
Any word, when you say it enough times, loses its meaning. Write, write, write, write, write. It works on a piece of paper too. Write. See? Now it’s just a bunch of squiggles, curves and lines. And a dot, but I think that’s actually called a tittle. Write, write, write. Now that the word looks meaningless, it reminds me of a road in Hawaii going to a little town called Hana. That road is full twists and turns, not unlike the process of writing—both of which we do hoping to catch a glimpse of something beautiful.
- Caleb Williams
