WRITING EXERCISE #2 Your story must include, word for word, ALL of the following SIX descriptions (describing whatever you want): SHINY, SILVER COLD AND GREASY SCRATCHED AND WEATHER-WORN SWEET AND PUNGENT INK-STAINED SHRILL, PIERCING One of these six descriptions MUST appear in the first sentence of your story. (The rest, wherever you like.) The Author closed his manuscript, running ...
Just thought I’d try a little writing exercise, taken from an online monthly writing competition. I didn’t made the deadline to submit but enjoyed the process and story enough to continue. The only rule I didn’t keep was the 500-word limit – I think I’m roundabout 530. Close enough, I figure. RULES: Your story must take place at a PARTY ...
The events in Paris have made me angry, but not for the reasons you might think. The outpourings of sorrow and support should make me feel happier about human nature and our ability to show solidarity for those of us in trouble. But instead, I just feel bitter and angry. Really angry. The tragedy of Paris is the everyday ...
A close friend asked me recently what ‘home’ meant to me. It’s not that we often delve into the philosophical during our frequent conversations together; she needed some information for a project she was working on and was interested in getting the perspectives of her friends and family. I was flipping through the answers she got from various other ...
A close friend asked me recently what ‘home’ meant to me. It’s not that we often delve into the philosophical during our frequent conversations together; she needed some information for a project she was working on and was interested in getting the perspectives of her friends and family. I was flipping through the answers she got from various other ...
Joker Card, by Chronoperates I went out to a movie and came back dead. Batman, the movie was. One of those superhero movies Where a masked vigilante finds himself in extraordinary situations and somehow emerges Triumphant. Unscathed. A hero who could never die, who could take down a hundred men without any help. Then there’s me – in the ...
Joker Card, by Chronoperates I went out to a movie and came back dead. Batman, the movie was. One of those superhero movies Where a masked vigilante finds himself in extraordinary situations and somehow emerges Triumphant. Unscathed. A hero who could never die, who could take down a hundred men without any help. Then there’s me – in the ...
NOTE: Contains spoilers Francois and Christian in ‘Skoonheid’ At the wedding of his daughter, Francois van Heerden, thin-lipped and cold-eyed, watches a young man from across the room as he laughs and talks with friends; and if it wasn’t for the length of the stare, you wouldn’t know why. Francois is a man who has become the mask he must ...
NOTE: Contains spoilers At the wedding of his daughter, Francois van Heerden, thin-lipped and cold-eyed, watches a young man from across the room as he laughs and talks with friends; and if it wasn’t for the length of the stare, you wouldn’t know why. Francois is a man who has become the mask he must have donned years ago, from ...
The greatest love songs cover all kinds of love, and that, I think, is this song’s triumph. It’s not just about romantic love — you can sing it to your lover, but it would be just as true if you sang it to your child, your best friend, your mother. Furthermore, it’s not about sweeping statements and dramatic declarations. ...
The greatest love songs cover all kinds of love, and that, I think, is this song’s triumph. It’s not just about romantic love — you can sing it to your lover, but it would be just as true if you sang it to your child, your best friend, your mother. Furthermore, it’s not about sweeping statements and dramatic declarations. ...
Also published on Groundviews.org image by michal tokarczuk Tell me, do you feel it every day? When you’re buying groceries, taking a train to somewhere; when you smoke, eat or dream? Does it take a toll? Make your feet drag, perhaps, or your head ache? * Tell me, Does it get away from you sometimes? Have people around you sensed ...
Also published on Groundviews.org image by michal tokarczuk Tell me, do you feel it every day? When you’re buying groceries, taking a train to somewhere; when you smoke, eat or dream? Does it take a toll? Make your feet drag, perhaps, or your head ache? * Tell me, Does it get away from you sometimes? Have people around you sensed ...
WARNING: Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the book. I finished reading J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye today. Despite being such a short book (at just over 200 pages), I was surprised that I managed to finish it so quickly. I read every day but sparingly – perhaps on the train on the way to work if I’m lucky enough to ...
WARNING: Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the book. I finished reading J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye today. Despite being such a short book (at just over 200 pages), I was surprised that I managed to finish it so quickly. I read every day but sparingly – perhaps on the train on the way to work if I’m lucky enough to ...
I see songs in colour and line. This might sound strange but that is one of the many ways I experience music: I visualize it involuntarily. As soon as it fills my ears, it fills my head with tinted pulses and waves and I revel in the sensory experience no matter where I am – [...]
No Time To Stop, by pinkparis1233 I see songs in colour and line. This might sound strange but that is one of the many ways I experience music: I visualize it involuntarily. As soon as it fills my ears, it fills my head with tinted pulses and waves and I revel in the sensory experience no matter where I am ...
Photo by Nicola Bailey Photography. www.nicolabailey.com When she spoke, her words seemed to be coming from another time and place, as if she was shouting to be heard from a distant room, and we strained our ears, desperate to catch every syllable.
Photo by Nicola Bailey Photography. http://www.nicolabailey.com When she spoke, her words seemed to be coming from another time and place, as if she was shouting to be heard from a distant room, and we strained our ears, desperate to catch every syllable. She spoke of the sea and in my eyes she swam with the colours of the sunset and ...
http://weheartit.com/entry/13078125 Whenever I hear this song I think of the sea. I’m not sure why, but there’s a sea-like quality in the songs and lyrics; the way he talks about lust and love and dreaming. Perhaps it’s simply the word ‘crash’. I don’t know. Either
