Untitled Poem
And as the dust descends
Covering my streets
Blanketing and smothering
like a gloved hand
chocking the life out of me
I see black, and red
and the lights glow
and float like ships,
lost at sea
Fading.
Gone.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Story Generator Game 1
I've been reading and reading and reading. Fiction mostly, but that's beside the point! I've been studying my writing book today to get back into the swing of things. Sharpen my tools before my course starts in Oct. And done my first story generator game. A game I plan on doing every week to keep my mind in gear.
I had to chose some random factors from a list and write a story, or story intro in 5 minutes. No editing, of course. The elements I got were drama, teacher, old woman, curiosity and New York.
Here it is:
Ida was an old lady now, but years ago, Oh! Years ago she had been young, beautiful and most of all curious, but it was that curiosity that led her into the worst situation of her life. Looking back now, from her rocker on the front stoop of her Alabama country home she smiled. She had lived through it - and some, but the night her dance teacher had attacked her in her New York school had been one of the most terrifying nights of her life. Julia was the tip-top, the very best dancer at St. Augustine's dance academy, but she was bitter and violent. An alcoholic and furious with the lot she'd been given she took her anger out on her best student, and Ida still bore the scars of the event like a medal.
I'm obviously not liking it so much, but I wrote as much as I could in 5 minutes.
If I had to edit it I would take out the obvious pointing out of the characters curiosity, as I don't manage to show any evidence of this in the blurb, so I could have worked it in some other way. I also think the dance teacher thing is a little cliche, but again, you write what you write and frown after!
I had to chose some random factors from a list and write a story, or story intro in 5 minutes. No editing, of course. The elements I got were drama, teacher, old woman, curiosity and New York.
Here it is:
Ida was an old lady now, but years ago, Oh! Years ago she had been young, beautiful and most of all curious, but it was that curiosity that led her into the worst situation of her life. Looking back now, from her rocker on the front stoop of her Alabama country home she smiled. She had lived through it - and some, but the night her dance teacher had attacked her in her New York school had been one of the most terrifying nights of her life. Julia was the tip-top, the very best dancer at St. Augustine's dance academy, but she was bitter and violent. An alcoholic and furious with the lot she'd been given she took her anger out on her best student, and Ida still bore the scars of the event like a medal.
I'm obviously not liking it so much, but I wrote as much as I could in 5 minutes.
If I had to edit it I would take out the obvious pointing out of the characters curiosity, as I don't manage to show any evidence of this in the blurb, so I could have worked it in some other way. I also think the dance teacher thing is a little cliche, but again, you write what you write and frown after!
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Welcome Post
Hi there. If you have stumbled over here, Welcome. I'm going to be using this blogging space as a place to practise my writing skeeels. Not that I have writing skeeels, or should ever use the word 'skeeeels' again. But Anyway, here it is! I have a couple of new books to help me on my creative writing journey - and I'll be blogging my 'lessons' here. In various shapes and forms. So if you like creative writing blogs, or want to see what the hell I'm talking about, please feel free to follow. The worst thing that can happen is I actually blog here! Anywho, thanks for dropping by! Sam
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