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We all screw up. :P I was given a prompt for my creative writing class that I didn't much like, and to make it more interesting for myself, I decided to paste Lush into the story plan. So far so good! Then I saw that the news story she wanted us to write about said that the event happened in London! I had the neat idea of using the Covent Garden Lush store in my story, which I know exists, so I figured it would give me an edge in writing about a place I've never seen.

I WAS WRONG. Four paragraphs in, I couldn't go any farther. I'd need to extensively interview someone from the area to be able to write this story, and I knew that might happen, so. Ever heard the rule "Write what you know"? Well, sometimes you can ignore it. And sometimes - like this time - you can't. I tried, but it simply wasn't meant to be.

I'm posting it because we all screw up, like I said. And what is this, if not a journal full of screw-ups? Or at least very little effort. :P
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( Four paragraphs wherein I demonstrate that I know nothing of what I speak! )

For the record, I still think the story she used for our prompt is stupid. Funny, but stupid. I'll try to find a link.

Original: Movie Night.

For posterity, the final version of the story I plan to turn in. It needs editing, and could stand to be extended, but that can wait. Everything we turn in has to be edited by the end of the semester anyway, so there's no point in doing it now.
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( Suzy and Taylor have a few problems. One of them is that damned parrot. )

Inspired by experiences with a real bird - but not a parrot, and not in my own house, thank goodness - and a bit of Lush goodness to make me write it. My reward will come in next week. :P


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The slightly-less-crappy version of this story.