Row's Kitchen http://rowskitchen.com/ Row's Kitchen - Short stories and more from teenage author Rowan Simmons en-US http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 Collaboration Sting http://rowskitchen.com/misc/collaboration-sting Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:45:09 +0000 Rowan Misc 21@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>You and a friend have an idea for a story. You have an idea for dialogue, they an idea for a bit of plot. You two start to write and you have a blast. You're both thinking &#8220;OHMIGAWD THIS STORY IS GONNA BE SO, SO, SO COOL!!&#8221; Ideas are exchanged, critiques are given. It's a nice environment for you and your friend to bond, right? You show it to some friends or family, both of you, and they like it. Then, the friend asks you if it's okay for them to share the story with other people. You jokingly remind them to not hog all the glory. But, sort of not jokingly. If you're a serious writer, that story is something you slaved over, you just had extra help, input and ideas writing this story.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'Collaboration Sting', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/misc/collaboration-sting'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/misc/collaboration-sting#more21">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/misc/collaboration-sting">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> You and a friend have an idea for a story. You have an idea for dialogue, they an idea for a bit of plot. You two start to write and you have a blast. You're both thinking “OHMIGAWD THIS STORY IS GONNA BE SO, SO, SO COOL!!” Ideas are exchanged, critiques are given. It's a nice environment for you and your friend to bond, right? You show it to some friends or family, both of you, and they like it. Then, the friend asks you if it's okay for them to share the story with other people. You jokingly remind them to not hog all the glory. But, sort of not jokingly. If you're a serious writer, that story is something you slaved over, you just had extra help, input and ideas writing this story.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/misc/collaboration-sting#comments Skin http://rowskitchen.com/stories/skin Fri, 06 Aug 2010 22:39:07 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy 20@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>I hate the stuff on soup and gravy. It's disgusting, looks ugly, feels awful and keeps you away from all the niceness underneath. I hate it. It's just downright nasty. Most people are confused when I look them over and say I hate it. It keeps you away from the liquid. What's not to hate?</p> <p> I plan on doing something about it, though. Tonight. I'll stir it away, like Mom always advised me to. Well, not always. She told me not to.</p> <div style="text-align:center; clear:both; margin:5px;"> <script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-6643441727599269"; /* 468x15, RK created 7/22/09 */ google_ad_slot = "0453328198"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 15; //--> </script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script> <br /> </div> <p> I stir quickly, ripping the skin apart. The liquid comes up and so does a lot of other things. I eat the soup, the liquid. It tastes sweet, just a bit metallic. Undersalted, yes, but another thing I dislike is oversalted foods. It's tasty. It drips down my chin.</p> <p> I feel dizzy as I look down at my arm, the skin completely removed, and smile. I hate skin.</p> <p> I'm glad that I could make it go away.</p><div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'Skin', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/skin'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/skin">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> I hate the stuff on soup and gravy. It's disgusting, looks ugly, feels awful and keeps you away from all the niceness underneath. I hate it. It's just downright nasty. Most people are confused when I look them over and say I hate it. It keeps you away from the liquid. What's not to hate?

I plan on doing something about it, though. Tonight. I'll stir it away, like Mom always advised me to. Well, not always. She told me not to.


I stir quickly, ripping the skin apart. The liquid comes up and so does a lot of other things. I eat the soup, the liquid. It tastes sweet, just a bit metallic. Undersalted, yes, but another thing I dislike is oversalted foods. It's tasty. It drips down my chin.

I feel dizzy as I look down at my arm, the skin completely removed, and smile. I hate skin.

I'm glad that I could make it go away.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/stories/skin#comments Up on Facebook http://rowskitchen.com/misc/up-on-facebook Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:31:14 +0000 Rowan Misc 19@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>Hey! Just a small update to say that Row's Kitchen is up on Facebook now. So, if you like the site, don't be shy to pop over to Facebook to press the like button. The nice, shiny like button. It'll have site updates, story updates, announcements and maybe even the odd personal update, too.</p> <p>Have a lovely weekend!</p><div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'Up on Facebook', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/misc/up-on-facebook'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/misc/up-on-facebook">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> Hey! Just a small update to say that Row's Kitchen is up on Facebook now. So, if you like the site, don't be shy to pop over to Facebook to press the like button. The nice, shiny like button. It'll have site updates, story updates, announcements and maybe even the odd personal update, too.

Have a lovely weekend!

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/misc/up-on-facebook#comments The Captain http://rowskitchen.com/stories/title Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:48:45 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy 18@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>My dad served during World War 2. He was in the air force. He knew some guys, and they were friends. When it got closer and closer to the end, him and some of the men he was friends with had to go over Berlin and drop a few bombs. Well, the Luftwaffe was having none of that, so they shot at them. One of the planes, one with one of Dad's friends, went down to never be seen again. They got back to the base and Dad decided he was the one to give the news to his wife. His wife was pregnant at the time, and Dad still gets choked up whenever he talks about her.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'The Captain', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/title'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/title#more18">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/title">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> My dad served during World War 2. He was in the air force. He knew some guys, and they were friends. When it got closer and closer to the end, him and some of the men he was friends with had to go over Berlin and drop a few bombs. Well, the Luftwaffe was having none of that, so they shot at them. One of the planes, one with one of Dad's friends, went down to never be seen again. They got back to the base and Dad decided he was the one to give the news to his wife. His wife was pregnant at the time, and Dad still gets choked up whenever he talks about her.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/stories/title#comments She Who Remembers http://rowskitchen.com/stories/she-who-remembers Mon, 05 Jul 2010 18:04:12 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy The Living Legends 17@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>Everyone from the nosiest gossiping housewife to the most innocent child on their bicycle wants to know what is in the house at the end of the road. It isn't really a house, however, more a run down shack. The weeds tangle up the sides and the roofing dangles off by threads. Bits of trash litter the yellow grass while the shutters slope to and fro in the slightest of breezes. The doors are rusty and the windows fogged and dirtied to the point of being unable to see through.</p> <p> That is where She lives.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'She Who Remembers', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/she-who-remembers'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/she-who-remembers#more17">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/she-who-remembers">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> Everyone from the nosiest gossiping housewife to the most innocent child on their bicycle wants to know what is in the house at the end of the road. It isn't really a house, however, more a run down shack. The weeds tangle up the sides and the roofing dangles off by threads. Bits of trash litter the yellow grass while the shutters slope to and fro in the slightest of breezes. The doors are rusty and the windows fogged and dirtied to the point of being unable to see through.

That is where She lives.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/stories/she-who-remembers#comments In Eden: Katie http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-katie Thu, 24 Jun 2010 22:46:01 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy In Eden 16@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p><strong>06/10/2010</strong></p> <p>SCHOOL'S OUT!!</p> <p>Oh. My. God. School is out and I am SO happy. Mom took me out shopping a bit at the mall to celebrate my good grades and I found the most DARLING SKIRT EVER. It's blue and frilly at the bottom and its a bit above my knees. The frilly bits have a bit of green and there are green strips going from the waistband down. So adorable!</p> <p>Shelly said that she wanted to take me aaaalll the way from out of town to the inside of Eden and I was all like &#8220;What? No way!&#8221; there's some sort of park there according to her. Like, an amusement park and it has a water park and it sounds so COOOOOL!!! I can't wait! Mom and Dad said it was okay.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'In Eden: Katie', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-katie'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-katie#more16">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-katie">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> 06/10/2010

SCHOOL'S OUT!!

Oh. My. God. School is out and I am SO happy. Mom took me out shopping a bit at the mall to celebrate my good grades and I found the most DARLING SKIRT EVER. It's blue and frilly at the bottom and its a bit above my knees. The frilly bits have a bit of green and there are green strips going from the waistband down. So adorable!

Shelly said that she wanted to take me aaaalll the way from out of town to the inside of Eden and I was all like “What? No way!” there's some sort of park there according to her. Like, an amusement park and it has a water park and it sounds so COOOOOL!!! I can't wait! Mom and Dad said it was okay.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-katie#comments Something in a Smile http://rowskitchen.com/stories/something-in-a-smile Tue, 15 Jun 2010 22:50:34 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy 15@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p>I'm grinning. Grinning as I stroll into the bar, grinning as I order a drink, grinning as I scan the room. Smile wide and you always look friendly, and tonight I want somebody to talk with. Somebody to converse with, that sort of stuff, share stories. Perhaps tell a white lie or two about how I just came home from Iraq. Might explain the scars on my face and neck. A girl, perhaps just able to drink, walks up to the bar after entering. She's very sad looking. Awww.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'Something in a Smile', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/something-in-a-smile'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/something-in-a-smile#more15">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/something-in-a-smile">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> I'm grinning. Grinning as I stroll into the bar, grinning as I order a drink, grinning as I scan the room. Smile wide and you always look friendly, and tonight I want somebody to talk with. Somebody to converse with, that sort of stuff, share stories. Perhaps tell a white lie or two about how I just came home from Iraq. Might explain the scars on my face and neck. A girl, perhaps just able to drink, walks up to the bar after entering. She's very sad looking. Awww.

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]]> http://rowskitchen.com/stories/something-in-a-smile#comments In Eden: Jack http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-jack Fri, 11 Jun 2010 20:50:09 +0000 Rowan Stories Creepy In Eden 14@http://rowskitchen.com/ <p><strong>06/04/2010</strong></p> <p>This is the first time I'm writing in this journal, so I don't really know what to say. Maybe I could write about the fact that I can hear Jin Ae saying that it's just like me to call a diary a journal. Well, I can. Because it is like me, I suppose. I can even see her, it seems, I guess because of how much I miss her.</p> <p>It's amazing how people can just be...gone, from your life. We moved to Eden, North Carolina like it was nothing, and it was nothing. Then her health started to fade. And one day she was just gone.</p> <p>I miss her so much.</p> <div class="sharethis"> <script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"> SHARETHIS.addEntry( { title : 'In Eden: Jack', url : 'http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-jack'}, { button: true } ) ; </script></div><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-jack#more14">Read more &raquo;</a><div class="item_footer"><p><small><a href="http://rowskitchen.com/stories/in-eden-jack">Original post</a> blogged on <a href="http://rowskitchen.com/">Row\'s Kitchen</a>.</small></p></div> 06/04/2010

This is the first time I'm writing in this journal, so I don't really know what to say. Maybe I could write about the fact that I can hear Jin Ae saying that it's just like me to call a diary a journal. Well, I can. Because it is like me, I suppose. I can even see her, it seems, I guess because of how much I miss her.

It's amazing how people can just be...gone, from your life. We moved to Eden, North Carolina like it was nothing, and it was nothing. Then her health started to fade. And one day she was just gone.

I miss her so much.

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