Writing Exercise #1

It's (supposedly) easy enough to conceive an idea and then elaborate upon it. It's another thing entirely to create something worthwhile from an external seed. That said, I'll be putting my preferred music player (iTunes) on shuffle, and attempting to write something based on what pops up in a short span of time -- say, 15-30 minutes. First result -- "Teenage Kicks" by the Undertones, which isn't exactly what I had in mind. A late '70s British punk song about teenage lust and/or love? Hmm.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, and with a big smile on his face, sat down on the bed, and lay back at its head against the wall. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get to this point, but here he was: he was finally going to get to fuck her. The approach, weeks ago -- the flirting, the teasing -- her smile and quiet acquiescence -- the first kiss -- and progressing beyond that -- it was all a happy blur in his mind. He bit his lip in anticipation of what was to come, already picturing her lithe body entwined with his -- and then she punctured his reverie by appearing in the doorway, holding a crossbow.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" a challenge
"What? What are you doing?" bewilderment
"I know about you and Kayla." surety
"I don't know what you're talking about." denial
THUNK
Off to his left -- it's her father's crossbow, and she's not much of an archer. No matter, he's already out the open window and sprinting across the yard.