I'm not by any stretch of the imagination--and I'll never claim to be--a creative writer, and this is probably about the exact level to which anything I write should be shared: among friends and without any pretensions toward being "art."* Anyway, this is what I submitted. No points for guessing what it's a description of (the title is a pretty big tip-off):
Pleasures
A
crack in the void.
Then,
sound:
a
balloon in the darkness,
four
taut wires,
spectral
hands pulling a crinkled sheet flat,
snaps,
frozen.
The
myth of the world in black and white
before
the movies invented colour.
Like I said, I labour under no illusions re: the ultimate value of this little piece, but writing it was a fun half hour. Thankfully, there's nothing that requires the submission to be cheerful or to be about Christmas or anything like that.
*For those who would make the argument that all writing is creative writing, I will respectfully disagree. I see what I do as inherently different from creative writing (I would be happier, though still not satisfied, with critical writing as a descriptor), and the distinction is, in fact, quite important to me in terms of purpose and goals.
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