Tuesday 27 November 2012

Twitter Fiction



(Tweet #1) I sit in a wicker rocking chair in the middle of the field. The water comes down in sheets.

(Tweet #2) I want to get up. Run through the rain like I used to; smiling. A rainbow would be nice.

(Tweet #3) It’s so dark. All I can see is the smoke from burning bails curling up into the air, White on the black horizon.

(Tweet #4) The muck covers my boots, dirt turned to mud from the rain. This farm was never fit for crops. A good place to fly a kite though.

(Tweet #5) I sit there, close my eyes, and let everything go. I feel free.

(Tweet #6) The black above me morphs into something new. The colors of the rainbow stretch across the now blue sky.

(Tweet #7) I’m smiling now; my eyes shining with joy. A bright red kite drifts past me. I take hold.

(Tweet #8) The little red kite pulls me up, higher and higher. I look down at my farm. That’s when I see my body below.
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(Tweet #9) It was cold. He stood there, bare-foot, looking at the dryer. He decided to jump in to a word of fresh, warm sweaters.

(Tweet #10) The snow slowly drifted down and landed on the abandoned streets. The lights reflected off the ice. What a wonderful world.

(Tweet #11) He sat on the sidewalk, playing guitar; His hat on one side and his dog on the other. Somehow, in that moment, life was good.

(Tweet #12) Finnegan stared down at his obese cat, lying on the couch, belly to the sky. “You have it all, don’t you?” He sighed.

(Tweet #13) Champ the cat looked up at his owner. Licking his lips, he thought “You have it all, don’t you?”

(Tweet #14) “One of these days I’m going to do something great” he thought. And so he did.

(Tweet #15) She sat in the tree, way above the busy schedule of the city. This was the only place she could think.

(Tweet #16) He had a bite. He set the hook, and reeled in. He was happy at first because he caught a big one, but sad when the big one ate him.

(Tweet #17) Paul looked at his masterpiece of an omelet. It was perfect; it even had a sprig of rosemary on top. He looked at the clock. Late for work. Again.

 (Tweet #18) The night I was batman was the best night of my life. Hanging upside down, fighting crime, driving the bat-mobile, all that jazz.

(Tweet #19) If I could fly, life would be complete.

(Tweet #20) He looked deep into her eyes, and in that moment, he knew he couldn’t live without her.

(Tweet #21) The look in his eye, the smirk on his face; the way he wears his leather jacket like he is all that matters. My loathing is almost uncontrollable.

(Tweet #22) I’m walking and it’s raining. That smell. That unexplainable sensation of freshness engulfs my whole being. I can do nothing smile and dance

(Tweet #23) She is surrounded by people who care for her more than she could ever know, yet in this moment she feels more alone than ever.

(Tweet #24) The eighty-year old man smelled of prunes and pea soup, just the way he liked it.
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(Tweet #25) The gun felt cold and heavy in his hand. He looked at the stranger behind the cash register who was refusing to “put the money in the bag”

(Tweet #26) “I’m sorry friend” he sighed as he pulled the trigger. He hated his job.

(Tweet #27) He never got used to the sound of a gunshot echoing through the silence, or a limp body hitting the floor. Even in his line of work.
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(Tweet #28) Sam stood there and looked himself in the mirror. He looked like a man, in his suit, with his classy beard and slicked-back hair.

(Tweet #29) Sam was a man, and he was ready to live the rest of his life with his lovely bride.
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(Tweet #30) He looked out on to the beautiful city below him. It made him happy because he realized how amazing life is. He smiled.

(Tweet #31) My first sip of water in three days tastes like the purest thing on earth. It's impossibly good.







Wednesday 14 November 2012

Personal Addition

Another intriguing activity I found on Soul Pancake was called Are You A Perpetual Misfit: list three ways you may never fit in.

1. I don`t worry; everything will be okay

2. I never rush

3. I enjoy all the insignificant things

Personal Addition

I was on the Soul Pancake website and I chose to do an activity called Blood Boilers: List your life`s top three irritants. Mine are:

1. Lack of imagination

2. Rudeness 

3. Ignorance 

Monday 5 November 2012

Writing Reflection #8

Newspaper Blackout Poetry

I had a lot of fun with Newspaper Blackout Poetry. I had never heard of it before, and I'm glad I got the chance to try it. I found it really interesting how two people could look at the exact same page of a newspaper and come up with two poems that were nothing alike. It really said something about the author. 

I had a lot of trouble getting started with my Newspaper Blackout Poetry. I would have a great beginning and not be able to find an ending, or I would have a good ending and not know how to start it. I blacked out a lot of newspaper before I found my final products. One time I actually had a finished poem, and I accidentally blacked out a word that I needed. I couldn't even remember what the word was! 

I was pretty discouraged after that, but something clicked and all of a sudden I was on a roll. I am proud of my final three poems, and I might even do some more!


Writing Reflection #8

Bird by Bird
Anne Lamott
Pages 1-13


After finishing The Perks of Being a Wallflower, I just didn't think I could jump right into another piece of fiction. Instead, I chose to start reading a writing book called Bird by Bird. I've never read a writing book, but I thought I should give it a try; I'm so glad I did!I also thought it would be a good choice to select a book about writing, because our next writing assignment is twitter fiction. Bird by Bird is great so far. There is so much humor, and it makes the book fun and light. It is not just a list of how to write, it is a story of her life as a writer, and tips that could help you in your writing career. 

Something I really like about the book is that the author doesn't glorify her life. At all. She speaks the truth about being a writer, and the hardships it includes. She talks about the things she loves about writing too, but she doesn't try to convince you that it's for everyone. 

I'm not very far into the book yet, but I can already tell It's going to be good. I can't wait to read more!