Writing Exercise: Describe something ten ways

  • Posted on 23rd March 2014,
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An ancient tome The cracked leather binding, worn with age stood apart from the new canvas surrounding it. The embossed text was inlaid gold foil centered between pairs of ribbing along the spine. The library smelled of musty, old books, but the book I sought stood out like a beacon among rubble. Its red spine…

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Unfinished

  • Posted on 15th November 2013,
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I hate leaving a scene unfinished when I write. Whether it’s because I run out of time to write or because I am interrupted for long periods (as in until the next writing session), I find I can never truly pick it up where I left off. Most often, I have to return to the…

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Fear

  • Posted on 15th April 2013,
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Journal prompt: Write about your greatest fear. I thought this would be a really easy topic to discuss, but it turns out it’s really hard to write about something as abstract as an intangible fear. I like to say I don’t get scared easily. And I don’t, just not at scary movies. I am, like…

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Wet

  • Posted on 1st April 2013,
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Journal prompt: How do rainy days make you feel? Growing up in Redding, California, I don’t recall a lot of rain. I remember it being very cold in the winter sometimes, but never did it snow. When it did rain, I remember waking to a wet ground, but there were never any downpours during waking…

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Totally Useless

  • Posted on 26th March 2013,
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Journal prompt: Name a totally useless possession and how you came to acquire it. On my desk at home rests a shard of rust-red rock. It’s not large, perhaps 20 centimeters in length, flatly concave on the side that faces me, with the far side being a larger bulge. It rests flat on my desk…

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Lost

  • Posted on 10th March 2013,
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Journal prompt: Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced When I first read this prompt, I instantly thought of something material, but then I thought about it more and I decided that the thing I lost that changed me forever was my innocence. I think that at some point in…

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I write stuff

  • Posted on 6th March 2013,
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I think things. I make up stories in my head, but I haven’t really given myself the opportunity or the place to put them somewhere. Well, now I am—and it’s public. It’s intimidating to put things up in public. Especially writing and such. Let’s see where this takes us.

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