The Adventures of Job, Trixie, and Lola

Today in Writers’ Club, we listened to three songs from a diverse range of genres–classical, obscenely gangster rap, and lastly, Icelandic–while writing short stories that had to revolve around three characters: Job, Trixie, and Lola. The goal was not to create something extremely refined, but simply be inspired by the mood that music creates. Below are the two stories I wrote; the first contains both Job and Trixie, and the second contains Lola.


by Angela Guo

A very young baby girl named Lola stared at the circle of plastic toys spinning above her face. Among the objects in the circle were a rubber duck, a miniature beach ball, and a Barbie-sized clown. Laying peacefully in her crib, Lola studied the toy clown.

The painted red smile on the clown’s face began to turn downward. Lola’s mouth followed this movement. Lola opened her mouth, which was still missing quite a few teeth. All of a sudden, the clown fell off the circle, landing into Lola’s open mouth. Lola was paralyzed with fear, too surprised and too young to think of pulling the toy clown from her mouth.

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Polyester

The two faced each other, finally. Her eyes, like knitting needles, had prodded his left cheek for the past hour, not enough to hurt. Hurting needles do not irritate as her needles do. Avoiding the dead stare, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I’m so sor-”

Smothered by her single upright finger on his lips, the unfinished idea bounced eight times before settling.

“I’m so sor-”

“I’m so sor-”

“I’m so sor-”

“I’m so sor-”

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