Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Of course on a campus of thousands and thousands, there are bound to be one or two people these brave Bolton Workshoppers don't want to friend on Facebook. So with Halloween as an excuse, six of us wrote flash fiction pieces about a campus monster we've encountered in our time here. Our requirements to fulfill: at least one character, setting, conflict, and some kind of resolution in one-hundred words or less. Impossible? No. Ernest Hemingway wrote that ever-famous super-short-short-short story, "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn." But with Hemingway on the table, the task sure was intimidating.
But the Arnoldites, with pen weapons and paper shields, faced their monsters: one-word texters, serial texters, clubrats, house partiers, and the parking meter Po-Po. Not only did they leave victorious, they left with smiles and tummies full of Oreos and Skittles.
Join us on November 28 at 7:30PM for Arnold Hall's next Bolton Workshop!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Join us at Arnold Hall at 7:30PM on 10/24 to rant about campus monsters!
After a brief exchange of real ghost stories in the Pariser’s quaint den and then a delicious dinner of steak (yeah, steak), potatoes and green beans, the students got down to business writing about a setting that scares them in Morgantown and peopling that setting with an "innocent" and a monster locked in some kind of confrontation. The monster was either to be an amalgam of their fears related to being a student at WVU, or just an exaggerated version of some creep that really moves around this town.
What they came up with was chilling. A monster named “Fub” who harasses people in the dorm, a faceless, shadowy figure lurking in a darkened Monongalia County Courthouse plaza, a killer who lures his victims outside by playing a tape recorded scream of a child ...
Whooooo’s got my golden arm?
Good stuff. The next workshop is Nov. 9. I think lasagna's on the menu.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I strolled my way into the lecture hall;
This was not my first match with chemistry.
I made my way down the steps and fall.
Knowing me, this couldn’t have been a mystery.
My eyes were set upon the board.
Could I see from this distance?
The professor walks in, oh Lord!
Knowing him, I will need some persistence.
He welcomes the frightened class as they enter
He seems a bit gruff but I think I can handle
Approaches the board and writes his name in the center
I look at the floor and notice he’s wearing one sandal.
Although appearances may give your first impression,
I would only use them at your highest discretion.
Here's a preview of tonight's festivities: The first year experience--Monsterized! Your teachers have become zombies. The janitors are werewolves. Your roommate is kissed by a vampire (not the shimmery kind). Terror spreads across a state funded college campus. Will you call your mommy?