Senior Writing Portfolio Fall 2004 / Traccye Starling
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Traccye Starling

Traccye Starling

Name: Traccye Starling
Sex: Female
Age: 21
DOB: September 02, 1983
Location: Chicago, IL
Status: Dating
College: Millikin University
Hobbies: Physical Fitness, Counseling, Bike-riding, Dancing, Writing.
Other: "I enjoy long walks on the beach . . ."

NUTSHELL

A typical profile exemplifies a typical person. I extremely enjoy creative writing, and love freelance/ad hoc. I use physical exercise and writing as therapy. Yeah, reading is fun too; however, whenever I have time, I always go into my old storage chest (that parents buy for their students going away to college) of papers I have written Freshmen year in college. I realize that I have changed so much as a writer. Many people are afraid of change, but I embrace it, even if it's a turn for the worst; I truly believe that ALL things happen for the great of the GOOD, and this is Traccye Starling, in a nutshell.

POETICS

Can Writing Be Foreign To a Writer?

There have been pieces, if you will, of writing which I have written outside of the required class material. However, these pieces weren't necessarily for fun. I wrote lyrical love letters to my significant other or elegiac correspondences filled with feelings of regrets, doubts, and confessions for another. These pieces didn't really make me feel like a writer; they made me feel like a coward in some sense—a person who needed to express herself through words on paper in submission. Conversely, I would arbitrarily write journals of the way I felt for myself or for someone, however, there was nothing consistent. Nonetheless, there are pieces of which I have always thought to write but never really got around to doing so, therefore, many opportunities came forth in my creative writing courses of which I engaged to write my "imagined" pieces. Therefore, the creative pieces I have written thus far, have been inspired by a thought conceived way before its "required" birth.

INTRODUCION

My very first creative writing class (Intro to Creative Writing/Dr. Hancock) was the second semester of my freshmen year. I felt a bit intimidated because I was the only freshmen in my English class the previous semester, and one of three freshmen in, at that time, my current English class. All of the writers in that class were amazing and deep. I never referred to the people in that class as students, but as writers. I wanted to write something deep, something that was not in the norm for little ole' me, I wanted to write about passion, relationships, and pain. So I decided to write up a poetic short story. That poetic short story was the birth of Unforgettable Passions .

Unforgettable Passions was one of my most impressive pieces in my opinion. It was meant to be just one writing sample; a sample that was very poetic, sad, and a demonstration of the feelings of first person character/narrative, and contained intensity. This is how the first version started out.

Through a work shop for another class (Adv. Creative Writing/Dr. Shepherd), I decided to bring in Unforgettable Passions . I hadn't read it since Freshmen year. As I was reading it, I thought that it was quite humorous and couldn't believe that at the time I felt that this piece was suppose to be dramatic, sad, and interesting. I thought that the piece was quite hilarious. Therefore, before I had taken the piece to class, I changed the title to: " Unforgettable Passions, Another Soap Opera", I also made few more changes to add irony to make it more humorous. In class I read the piece aloud with such sarcasm in my voice, and my classmates and professor felt that the piece was very humorous as well. I really had fun with Unforgettable Passions , and thought that it was basically the end of the piece again, just like Freshmen year. After the revisions of the piece, a couple of students suggested that I write another piece so that they can find out what happened after the end. I thought about the idea for a while, but didn't really bank on doing so. For a project, I began to review the creative pieces I have written and I chose my favorite piece, which was, of course, " Unforgettable Passions , Another Soap Opera." I decided to take what I received from the workshop and expand Unforgettable Passions into a series. Dr. Shepherd wanted to know exactly how many pieces I was going to write for the project, hence I blurted out 12 pieces. Here's the first (revised) one.


 

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 Part I

Unforgettable Passions

(Another Soap Opera)

Me and my man lying in the bed,

After we made love throughout the whole night,

Or knocked boots, impressed our bodies.

My hands caressed his dark milk chocolate skin,

He complimented my looks in my lovely blue gown,

"Darling, you are exquisite in that gown I bought you."

(He knows my favorite color is blue)

"Thanks Jay, Sweetie, I love you."

 

Pager's alarm goes off, "Beep, beep, beep!"

Oh man, he has to go to work again!

This always spoils my magical moment,

Just when I was about to feel fulfilled as one.

"Bye my love, I'll miss you the entire day."

Lovie dovie kisses exchanged.

I walk him down to the door.

Damn, he always has to leave me.

Work comes before me.

When can I have my time?

When will he cater to me?

We've had this conversation before.

"You're just being selfish!" He tells me.

Well, maybe I am, but he's mine, and I have to have him all the time.

 

I sat there alone. Physically satisfied, but emotionally injured.

I longed for the attention he can't give me.

I longed for my other.

My other, who is unemployed.

Lives with his mama, but always available.

"Ding Dong!" The bell.

"He's here, he's here, Tre is here!

I answer the door.

Wearing my sexiest red lingerie.

No words exchanged, we get right to the business.

Immediately we rush to the bedroom.

Our clothes fallen to the floor.

He caressed my body of silk.

I groped about his body of golden delightful skin.

Echoes of passion carried throughout the house.

Beats of our hearts pounded against one another.

The best I've ever had, emotions were suddenly healed.

We're almost there, just about done.

"Yes Tre! Just a little longer!"

Oh my God! I turn to my right.

He stands there!

Home from work early!

Tears in his eyes,

As he watches us.

One hand held a dozen red roses.

The other holding a 357 Magnum.

Suddenly a ricochet of passion turn into screams of horror.

"Please Baby, put the gun down!" Let's discuss this!"

No signs of negotiation.

Words going through one ear and out the other.

Me and my other lover,

Wrapped in the Sheets.

Shoulder to Shoulder.

Tears streamed down his face,

With dangled roses.

Something snaps.

Trigger is pulled!

Again and Again.

Click! Click! Click!

Click! Click! Click!

Extreme pains ran through my flesh.

Memories of life flashed through my head.

But Wait!

My eyes opened.

I looked down.

There was no blood.

My other lover.

Still in one piece.

The chamber was empty.

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©2004 Randy Brooks—all rights return to the authors upon publication.