TT: Writing Exercise

8 Responses to “TT: Writing Exercise”

1. Donald Rhodes says on: 1 September 2009 at 7:46 am

   Hi all:) hope the world is a gem on a chain blessed to feel your neck

   Clouds

   wondering through clouds
   without love is just
   another kind of higher silence.
   and in this silence we just
   seem to reach, it doesn’t matter
   that we’re there in the clouds,
   heaven is only heaven if love
   is gone and one feels like
   a small boy, in the rain,
   laughed at by his own
   small friends, left to find his own
   way home, and where is home?
   where is that place that
   one finds his own self
   better, than in love.

   Donald Rhodes
2. Robin says on: 1 September 2009 at 9:23 am

   Great piece donald

   I’ve posted mine on my blog
   http://robinsbluenest.typepad.com/robins_nest_blue/2009/09/for-them.html

   Hope everyone has a beautiful day
3. Jane E. Jones says on: 1 September 2009 at 5:50 pm

   Hi Donald! Really nice, as usual! I always look forward to your work
   Thanks for coming by and sharing your talent with us.
4. Jane E. Jones says on: 1 September 2009 at 5:52 pm

   Hi Robin! I’m off to read yours now
   Thanks for participating!
5. Tabitha says on: 2 September 2009 at 11:33 am

   I wrote it yesterday-I swear. I forgot to transfer it from the laptop to the internet ready machine. And what’s awful is I did this first thing in the morning….ahhh…at least I got it here!
   http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/2009/09/02/weird-guy/
6. Jane E. Jones says on: 2 September 2009 at 7:32 pm

   Hey Tabitha! I’d way rather see you a little late than never Off to read yours!
7. Pamela L. says on: 2 September 2009 at 9:29 pm

   Nothing macabre this time. (Not that it couldn’t go in that direction.) More of a “fish out of water” story. I’ve become interested in using rural Wisconsin as a setting for my stories, as well as Louisville.

   These picture prompts have inspired a number of ideas which will hopefully become WIPs. I like that I’m writing in different genres instead of limiting myself, which is something I used to do.

   Happy reading!

   Jacob found the complete darkness and eerie silence unnerving. Adjusting his night vision goggles, he shifted uncomfortably, feeling the cool, damp grass soak through his shirt and the front of his khaki pants. He didn’t know what lurked in the grass and the thought of a mouse skittering across his arm made him cringe. He just wasn’t made for this rural life.

   Surveillance sucked.

   Especially out here in the middle of a Wisconsin field that bordered a farmer’s alfalfa crop. Securing permission to be here was one thing, avoiding the barbed-wire fence quite another entirely. He had just missed ripping his forearm across one of those nasty spikes and the thought of dripping blood and exposing a wound to infection wasn’t a comforting one. And while he didn’t think a deer would go into a frenzy after smelling blood, he wasn’t too sure about bears or even wildcats. Not that he’d seen any…

   Chicago was looking really good right now. Nothing like concrete and steel to make an FBI agent feel like a part of civilization. Jacob missed the scream of sirens, the ubiquitous gridlock and the rush that came from living in a large metropolis.

   But out here, he felt isolated and bored. Mostly bored. He knew surveillance was a tedious job but at least in the city there was something happening. Here, all he’d seen was a bird land on the fence post, an ant crawl along the dirt, or a fly alight on a grass blade.

   Suddenly, a chill gripped him and Jacob stiffened. He knew this feeling and never ignored it. Immediately, the trained agent part of him took over. Lifting his night vision goggles to his eyes, he watched as a tall, lanky young man ambled across his field of vision. The man wore a baseball cap pulled over his head and he seemed to be searching for something on the ground. Jacob remembered from the file that this suspect had a shaved head with a distinct spider web tattoo. Not a smart move, but Jacob figured that the tattoo had been inked before the suspect had decided on this new, lethal vocation.

   What was he looking for, Jacob wondered. He raised his upper body, balancing himself on his elbows as he stared through the goggles into an alien world of various greens. It was an absurd feeling, like watching a silent movie.
8. Jane E. Jones says on: 3 September 2009 at 12:03 am

   Hi Pamela! I’m really glad these prompts have inspired you. You must have a big pile of WIPs by now! I really enjoy reading your work. Each time you write one of these stories, I want to see an ending that isn’t there.