Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
He arrives at the college. The college is known for its bohemian atmosphere populated by oddly out-of-time, almost Victorian students. The women in the dance program wear long cotton tunics and some of the 19 year old boy smoke pipes.
The campus is situated in rural New Hampshire, in a deep valley. All the buildings resemble flat-roofed shotgun homes – out of place among the thick forest. The leaves make it seem like dusk is constantly approaching.
He arrives at the college. He meets his roommates: sarcastic athletes wearing rugby shirts and sitting on a blanket. This is going to be a drag. A high school friend of his arrives, and one of the verbose jocks punches the guy in the leg.
He doesn’t want to stay here. He looks for the dean, to whom he will express his dissatisfaction.
He arrives in a dark concrete cellar crowded with iron pipes and old boilers. He meets a heavyset men wearing a filthy white oxford shirt. This man is the head of the HVAC Department.
He happens upon a group of lithe dancers disrobing near a bicycle rack. They ignore him and are unselfconscious in their nudity.
He winds up interrupting an emotional discussion between a reasonably well-know liberal arts professor and a young woman. He figures out what’s happening fairly quickly.
Time to wake up.