This is a substantial revision of my story Tigers are Predators, Humans are Prey, which I wrote for my English 351 class last quarter. For our final portfolio, we were required to make a major revision to one of our stories, and I re-wrote "Tigers" completely from the Tiger's P.O.V. I think the story is definitely improved. I meant to post this revision to LJ earlier, but just didn't get around to doing it until now.
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Winter Quarter 2008 grades are in, and I passed everything:

ENGL 351 Intro to Fiction Writing C+
ENGL 462 Grant Writing A-
JOUR 340 History of Mass Media C

The two C's were no surprise - I slacked off, and it took Captain Dylan's help to make it though with a passing grade. I worked my ass off the last couple of weeks of the quarter in order to pass. (Thank you, Captain!)
C is for Credit, that's good enough for me!

The A- in grantwriting was a surprise, because I slacked off in there just as much, if not more, and my team never even got a final grant produced. I think the professor was being generous, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth! That's 13 credits down... not sure how many more to go!
Kevyn ‘Hagrid’ Jacobs
ENG 351 – Intro to Fiction Writing
Nick Dybek, Instructor
2008.02.25

Die Weiße Rose Blüht Wieder
(The White Rose Blooms Again)


“Jess! Someone’s coming!”

Jessica released her finger from the nozzle on the can of spray paint. The hissing of the propellant stopped, and she held her breath, frozen in place. Any movement at all might be heard by the unknown person walking towards the enclosed sculpture that hid her. The consequences of being caught spray painting graffiti on campus – especially political graffiti – were too uncomfortable to contemplate.
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Here it is, my first attempt at writing a complete short story.

Kevyn 'Hagrid' Jacobs
ENG 351: Intro to Fiction Writing
2008.01.31

Tigers are Predators, Humans are Prey


“WE RULE THE PLANET!”

The challenge reverberated across the dry moat, echoing off the sculpted concrete walls on the other side. A skinny human male with spots of acne and only the very first stirrings of a beard stood on the lip of the moat, his fist raised in the air defiantly. Across the gulf, on the grassy enclosure beyond, lay two Siberian tigers, ignoring the boy, just as they ignored most of the noisy visitors to the zoo. A third tiger, a tigress named Olga, turned her head to look at the source of the disturbance.
More predatory behaviour. )
Our first assignment for my Intro to Fiction Writing class was to write two pages, one of pure fiction, the other of nonfiction. The object is to see if the instructor and class can figure out which one is which. Regular readers of this journal will, of course, recognize the nonfiction one immediately.

Truth... or Fiction? (Part I)

The pirate strode into the ethnic restaurant near the docks, looking for a new first mate. Captain Porthos shook the rain off of his pea coat and long ginger hair, and looked around the establishment, his eyes not yet accustomed to the gloom.
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