Writing Prompt


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spiffehmonsterr

10:34am Aug 2 2010

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Okay, so I was in creative writing last year, and we went on a trip to a college for a writers convention type thing. We were given a few different workshops to choose from, and I don't really remember what mine was called, but I was given a few writing prompts. I want to give these prompts to you all, followed by the small piece I came up with. It was timed. You have ten minutes. Please post before you begin and then your time will start. I think this could be fun. Also note, I'm a faster typer than I am a writer, so mine may be shorter than yours, as it was done on paper.

 Your job is to tell the story using specific sensory information. The emotion will be in the details, not the dramatic language. 

Here come the prompts:

 1. Write a 300-word deion of a place. You can use any and all sensory deions but sight: you can describe what it feels like, sounds like, smells like, and even tastes like. Try to write the deion in such a way that people will not miss the visual details.

 For the second option, look at a wall or building.

 2a. Describe (sights, sounds, smells, tastes, textures) the building from the perspective of a man who lost a son in war. You cannot mention the son, war, or loss. You are trying to use deion itself to create a sense of loss.

 2b. Same building. Describe it from the perspective of someone who has just fallen in love. Same rules.

 You can choose either 2a or 2b, you don't have to do both.

 You may begin. 

spiffehmonsterr

10:44am Aug 2 2010

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Staring at the crumbled wall of charcoal colored brick, the last remnants, I wonder if the styrofoam plane seat was really worth it. But I suppose this black rubble was something I needed to see with my own shining eyes. Yeah, even the vomit-green rental sedan that had a scent fit for it's color was worth the trip. I wonder what it feels like to have three stories of an engulfed building fall down on top of you. This letter in my hand swears that someone does. It tears into my skin like an acidic dagger as I hold it now. All around the air is dry, my throat like sand. Could anyone understand the smothering fumes of brimstone, the sound of ashes still breaking from pieces of what they used to be? I can't even understand it as I sit here with a bitter taste of sulfur burning my tounge. I forget for a moment that I'm sitting in a wasteland of still smoldering brick, but instead invision the colorful bay windows and the vibrant sunshine. It's ironic that today is shadowed and brisk, as this zone was bright and probly felt like hellfire only days before. Of course, I couldn't understand what it felt like, sitting on what used to be a building, staring up at the *censored*ortment of bricks that barely clings to being a wall. I can only *censored*ume that this once magnificent building must have felt extremely heave, like dropping three hundred pounds of cement on a patch of daisys, creating their forever grave.
spiffehmonsterr

10:45am Aug 2 2010

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Crud, I went over by a minute. And my spelling was bad. D:
Yoshi

11:00am Aug 2 2010

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These make me smile. xD I love trying to write using emotion instead of deion as much as I can, so they're like. alfjalfja.

I'mma try itttt.




spiffehmonsterr

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