1st year of uni continued

Hi guys, following on from yesterday's post i thought i would share a couple more pieces of work i've done for uni over the past year. The creative writing aspect of this degree has been my favourite, writing short stories and creative/critical pieces of work. Again, it would be appreciated if you would have a read of them :) As i am in the beginnings of working on novel ideas, this style of writing, including my last blog post has been really helpful. Ciao!

|| The early morning sun pushed its way through the curtains as I woke up. Everything was hazy. My head was pounding and my jaw hurt. As I sat myself up, I could feel the veins under my eyes pulsing and I moved my fingers down to my mouth where I felt my new fangs. I couldn’t believe this was happening; but the most bizarre part of all this was the fact that I was craving it. I was craving blood. I glanced down to see the day ring that Claire had made me on my finger. It was a beautiful ring, an Amber antique with silver framing, I’d had it for years and it had been passed down from generations of the women in my family, only now when wearing it I was protecting myself from the sunlight. Freaky, I thought to myself. I didn’t want to admit it but it was true. I was a vampire. I got myself up and went in search of some sustenance in the form of a blood bag. Even the mere task of walking through my house felt different, everything felt different, I was different. Everything was heightened, I felt angry and confused and overwhelmed all at the same time but also happy and grateful that I had Simon to help me through it all. I walked into the basement and opened up the cooler where there was a stash of blood bags, picked one of the newest and headed back to the lounge. Simon was there waiting for me, he gave me a half smile and asked me how I was feeling. I told him I didn’t know, I didn’t want to be this way, living for eternity was not something I had ever thought about; I wanted to be able to make the normal life choices a girl my age does, I always wanted children, I wanted to live my life and die. But this wasn’t the case anymore. I sighed and sat on the edge of the leather chair I had woken from, Simon came over to me and kissed my forehead and told me everything was going to be ok. Weirdly, I believed him. ||

|| The empty showroom echoed as Stefan walked across the stage. “this is it, today’s the day” he murmured, his gaze in complete awe, his eyes twinkling as he scanned his environment. In just a few hours, his 24 piece collection of men and women’s Haute Couture clothes would be modelled down the notorious runway that had seen many a great designers in the past such as Ellie Saab, Zuhair Murad and Vera Wang and would be soon exhibited in front of hundreds of people he’d never met before. He felt as though he was baring his soul, he had worked so tirelessly for this very day and in such a short space of time so many mental opinions would have been made and even maybe a few said to his face. He could feel a lump begin to set in his throat and his palms became damp with sweat. He’d never experienced nerves like this, not when he had his first crush and didn’t have the courage to ask the girl out, not when he travelled all the way to Ireland from America by himself, not even when he sat in the library in his third year of university with a million and one things to do, falling asleep into his constantly refilled  coffee cup, with the knowledge that everything in that moment would mean one of two things; he’d come out with a first class degree, or everything he’d worked so earnestly for would have been for nothing. But this was something else. It wasn’t just nerves that were riling up inside him; he had a sense of pride and accomplishment – which somehow was so overwhelming. And at the mere age of twenty-four, he’d finally achieved his first of many life goals, creating something to express how he felt towards the world, towards culture, something that hopefully would stamp his mark on the universe in some, maybe mediocre or maybe miraculous way, but in a way nevertheless.

“Stefan!” a shriek resonated in the quaintness of the room. It was Anna. Ex-girlfriend Anna. The Anna who broke up with Stefan days before his flight back to America six months ago and who decided the relationship wasn’t working because he was too career focused and was not paying attention to the other important things in his life, i.e, her.
“What are you doing here Anna” he quizzed her, and looked at her seriously for a few moments before turning and walking in the opposite direction. “You know, you really should have called if you were going to show up here, unannounced. That was very interrupting of you. Can’t you see I’m all very busy here?” He called back sarcastically as he continued striding through the rows of chairs, hand brushing across the tops of them delicately.
“Look, Stefan, I know but I really need to talk to you.”
“Well Anna now isn’t a good time, the show starts in a few hours, MY show and as you are aware I didn’t invite you here – not that it matters. Clearly.” He twisted his head to face the other side of the room, locking eye contact with her.

She wondered how he did it. How did he always manage to make her heart race and cause the back of her neck to burn so red, so quickly? No matter what he would say, somehow she would always see a glimpse of a stupid grin hidden behind his very mysterious and concerned looking expression. It was knowing of this grin – this other side to him that built up the excitement in her. Stefan always was exciting. Almost somewhat like Mr. Christian Gray. Calculating, reserved, but a very put together man. “I know I can make it up to you. I always could. Aren’t I right, Stef?” Anna said tentatively. Running a few feet towards him she continued “I’ve done some shitty things okay fine I get it but so has everyone, that doesn’t mean we’re shitty people. You’re sure as hell acting like it though.”

“You’re right, you always could make it up to me, and I always could do this.”
He marched towards her with such a certainty and without even thinking picked her up, hoisted up her legs around his muscular waist, and kissed her so passionately that it made him slightly dizzy. Not letting that affect him, they stumbled to a back room where he gently lowered her down and turned her so her back was against a wall. He gripped his hand at the nape of her neck and began kissing along her so perfectly defined collar bones, using his other hand to tug at her bra strap. ||