Lost Journals

Peri sifted through the 20 page Choose your own Adventure she'd recieved in writing workshop from Steve. Steve was the kind of guy that had done too many drugs and thought it was cool to play his Casio at Open Mic Nights to accompany his horrible poetry stylings.

"I thought this was a senior level writing class!" Peri said to the pages in front of her.

Steve's writing couldn't pick an audience. One of the adventures turned into a PG-13 sex fantasy while the others were the fodder of pre-adolesent boys.

Peri was working different chapters of her novel through workshops. She hoped by working on each of the chapters she could figure out what parts of the story needed to be written and what parts were better off locked in her head.