Kevin saga

This is the second lengthy writing for the creative writing class:

                I walked into the Weeg computer center hoping to get some stuff printed out for my lesson quickly, and then take off for a wedding in Des Moines. It was Saturday morning at 7:30, and the place was already full of people.  I was heading into one room to look for an assistant because I couldn’t get the computer to recognize my floppy disk when I heard him.

dialog, no tags or extra info. just speech

The assignment is to write dialog without any tags (he said, she said), without adjectives, adverbs—just dialog.

The first 9 lines are from the memoir. The rest is might logically have happened in a similar situation.

Is Kevin still here?

Yeah, he’s downstairs.

How long is he staying?

Good question.  I said he could crash in my room last night, but didn’t say anything about tonight.  I’m actually not sure what he intends to do.

description

The assignment was to describe a room in our memoir.

I had the room set up for studying.  It was in a former fraternity house that was converted into a rooming house.  I went home to find some boards from around the farm.  I tried to find some clean ones without many nails or splinters sticking out of them.  With the boards, I’d made a loft so my single bed was up in the air, and the desk on the left side down below.  On the right side was my chest of drawers.  I had the computer on the desk and a single chair. I had just enough room to sit on the chair and not hit the mattress. The desk had a drawer for pens, and a drawer for ‘stuff’. My books and notebooks were within reach. I had to step into it, twist a bit, and kind of wiggle. It was cozy. When I was in the chair, everything about it said “study.”