I was having a dinner when a few of my friends, the closest ones here, when noise softly begins I suddenly realized that the noise was from me I was enthusiastic As they all could see I looked up at the trees with the shape of a fan pulchritude clearly exciting sight for a man The orangey sky glowed a deep, murky hue in my behavioral coma I thought just what to do I crossed the small yard and leaned on the gate a square metal lock hanging from a small plate I yanked at the lock but it was fixed up real tight so I bid them farewell and said to all them, “goodnight”
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Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
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Looking back now he saw an old man starting his life, on the road, in a van He travelled along, music playing out loud Humoring walkers, pleasing a crowd Along his long trip, he fell and he slid Making the best of all that he did When suddenly he knew there’s no time like now to take a bull by the horns, but he didn’t know how So he asked his dear wife to be honest with him And say how he did, and she looked at him grim She smiled and said that he’s getting too old People wanted a young man, brazen and bold They no longer enjoyed this man of old age It was time to recede, get off of the stage He kissed his dear wife and held her to him then they walked hand in hand, a new life to begin.
May 16, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about when a newly released prisoner meets the disabled veteran who adopted the puppy the prisoner trained behind bars. The prompt is based on the short story I wrote for Marsha Ingrao’s Story Chat. Yes, rewrite my story in your words, 99, no more, no less. Go where the prompt leads! Find this prompt and the story at Carrot Ranch
Jessie stepped off the bus into the dusty heat. Instantly his lips dried and his throat felt scratchy. Walking into the station, Jessie looked around. The old guy at the counter looked up. “Can I help you?” “Sure, I’m looking for Merle.” The old guy stood up and Jessie noticed he was missing his right arm. Bounding out behind him a golden lab ran at Jessie. “Darn dog! Stay!” Jessie caught the dog in his arms and smiled. “Hey, girl!” “How do you know my dog?” “I was her trainer, up at the prison. She must’ve recognized my voice.”
” I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and look at it , until it begins to shine.”
My thoughts on this are brief. I believe that a word, written or spoken, has the power to lift someone up or shut them down. You hear so much about physical abuse, by both men and women, but the words are what often make abuse even less bearable. Words do not control a person but they can affect everything about a person.