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Writing Prompts #10

For March 26th, 27th, and 28th:

32.I didn’t mean to read his journal. Really I didn’t. But there it was open on the table . ..

33. A character trying to catch his/her ex girl/boyfriend. Why, When, Where, and by what means(so really, how)?

Write in the perspective of a blind person, never using the word “blind”.

Begin a piece with: “I was too short to see above the counter but I knew there was something waiting on the top. I stand on my tiptoes…”

Describe your room/house in detail and how it relates to you as a person. Now describe an unknown room/house and speculate about who would live in this room/house. What is their name? Age? Favorite color? Occupation? Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? Would you get along? Incorporate all of these and anything else that comes to mind in a first person account of walking into a stranger’s house/room and speculating about who they are.

Take these four lines and incorporate them into a story however you would like:
-This couldn’t happen to me.
-I swear it/they were out to get me.
-can it(goes in a question)
-You’re lying.

38. You are a ____________ and it is your first time at the [fashion capital] Fashion Week. The show is stunning, soon to be dubbed the best in the decade, when the star model in the show drops dead halfway down the stage. What is the reaction of everyone? How is it handled? Does the show go on? Why did she die?

39. Write a poem titled: “Amid the Ruins” and include the words: scarred, door, path, destruction, pale

40. Go outside with a blindfold on and sit or (CAREFULLY) walk around. Without the sense of sight, use your other four senses to describe your surroundings. Write about it, then go back outside and describe your surroundings using only your sight.

41.Your narrator has a disease/disorder/syndrome. What is it and how does it affect his/her life and relationships with other people? Write a scene about it.


Apr. 14th, 2008 11:23 am (UTC)

How the World Feels

I’ve never seen light. Why should I have? Color is meaningless to me; black is white is red is blue is green. I feel the world, pulsing and breathing. It’s warm and cold, not bright and dark. Sharp or soft, sweet-smelling or pungent and odorous. Why should I care what color the sky is? Why should I care, when I know how open it is. I know I can reach and reach, and I’ll never touch it. What does the sky feel like, that I want to know. Is it velvet, is it silk? Is it satin, or a coarser, more natural fiber? It is smooth and cold, or it is fresh and breathing and warm?

I know what the grass smells like. I don’t care that it’s green, or if it’s blue, or even red. I know it smells earthy and good. It smells like life and vitality, like something that can stand up to a good thwacking and come right back again.

I know how the bird sings. I don’t care what color the feathers are, how dark or how light its eyes. I hear it’s song, it’s chirp chirp chirrrrrup! I hear how sweet the sounds it makes, how lonely it is without its mate.

I don’t need to see the crystal in sugar to taste its sweetness. I know it’s sweet. I don’t need to see its white powder form to identify it, because I know it’s smell. Hah, think of the benefits! I’ll never put salt in my coffee by accident.

I’ve never seen dark. I don’t need to see it. I know it is cold and damp, or dry and hot. I know what the dark feels like. It’s evil and lurking and skulking. It clings to your very bones, chilling your skin and pulling sweat from your pores.

I can’t see these things, but I still know them. What you think of as a misfortune, I view as a blessing. I don’t need to see these things to confirm their existence; I know them. I know how to really sense—how to really feel, to smell. I know how to really truly taste, how to hear things that sight cannot tell you. I know how the world feels.

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