Stories From Writing Class, Two
One of the students in my class was this petite 17 year old girl. She is about to begin her sophomore year at Emerson College in Boston. She has this shy emo-elf thing going on, she’s adorable.
She hadn’t written any fiction. She’s a poet. A former teacher of hers encouraged her to take the class.
This girl is so talented. Astoundingly talented for someone her age.
One of the first writing exercises was to write an entire story on a postcard. Hers was brilliant. In a few lines of text she had a story in prose that was lyrical and full of emotion.
If she’s the future of the arts in America, we are very lucky. I can’t wait to read her first book.
Best of luck to you, Hill.
She hadn’t written any fiction. She’s a poet. A former teacher of hers encouraged her to take the class.
This girl is so talented. Astoundingly talented for someone her age.
One of the first writing exercises was to write an entire story on a postcard. Hers was brilliant. In a few lines of text she had a story in prose that was lyrical and full of emotion.
If she’s the future of the arts in America, we are very lucky. I can’t wait to read her first book.
Best of luck to you, Hill.
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