Thursday, November 13, 2014

My Written Thoughts (2)

Welcome to the second installment of My Written Thoughts! This segment is publishing tidbits of personal writing in order share my work and hopefully receive some sort of feedback.

I'm currently working on a creative writing piece for my Creative Writing class here at Tulane. It's a folklore-esque piece based on a statue that exists in Russia (see pic below). There's no real back story to this statue, and all I know is that people love to take pictures on his back and rub his horns for good luck.

Below the goat is the intro to the story. I think it's rather good and I wanted to share with you. As always, I'd love feedback!

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In Russia there is a city called Nizhny Novgorod. To get to it you have to take a ten hour plane ride out of DC, which includes crossing the Atlantic, a two hour layover in Germany, flying into Moscow and ending with an uncomfortable six hour bus ride to the east.

            More importantly in Nizhny Novgorod, just a stone's throw away from the Volga, there is  walking street called Bolshaia Pokrovoskaia. And on this mile long, uphill walking street filled with stores, restaurants and street vendors, there are bronze statues adorning the path. They represent heroes of Russia: from Dmitry Donsky to Mikahil Frunze and Yuri Gagarin to Leo Tolstoy, some of Russia's finest are represented.

            But the most important statue, the one this story is about, belongs to a goat. A goat whose horns have been rubbed gold from years of granting wishes to all who believe.


            In a time before Russia was a nation, before prime ministers and monarchs, the country was just a wild land. A dangerous land where food was scarce and safety was but a dream. And somewhere on this land, there was a small cabin with a small family. A mother and father, a young daughter and a goat.
One day, the mother and father decided to send the goat and the girl away.
 
            "They do nothing but eat our food," the mother said.
            "They do no work and she will only cost us what little we have," the father said, referring to the dowry he'd have to give.
            "The goat gives no milk, no cheese," the mother complained.
 
            "I lose sleep to make sure the wolves don't eat him," the father whined.
 
            So one morning the mom dressed the girl in a heavy red dress for warmth, and a yellow scarf to cover her light hair from the sun. The father took out the goat and let him eat grass and drink water, and when the sun had not been long in the sky, they both gave the girl a sack and sent her and the goat away.  
 
                                                                                                                                                                  
 
That's it for now! Till next post!

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