For a writing exercise, I like to write random paragraphs, poems, and scenes from possible stories. Below are a examples of such. Tell me what you think, please.
ConfinedThe glass was warm to her touch. With her face against it, she gazed through the window and out into the world. It was a world of which she wished to be a part. If only there was a way. Her heart yearned to run as far as her strength permitted, far from her containment. She knew of nothing else but what lay within the walls of the shelter and what she was able to see through the window. And though it be dirty and covered in dust, she looked out to see as much as she could whenever she had a spare a moment.
Her life hadn’t been bad. She had been provided for, taught to read, write, do arithmetic, and all of the skills that she might need to take care of herself. After her father died, though, that is just what she did; she took care of herself. She was now the only survivor in her family and, for the first time, she felt angry about it. This realization hit and a feeling like fire welled up inside. Emotions engulfed her body, and she couldn’t control them. Tears flowed down her suddenly flushed cheeks. People passed by and she wanted to hide from their pitying eyes. None of them stopped to comfort her and that was just fine. The cause of her pain was loneliness and yet all she wanted, at that moment, was to be left alone.
Little Big BoyTo the average eye Donnelly appeared to be the average child. People couldn’t help but fall in love with his brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, and sandy complexion. Surprisingly, Donnelly was very different from what people thought. The average eye couldn’t think his thoughts, feel his feelings, or experience his experiences. He was more than just an average little boy....
Get off My LawnDream >> girl waken by pebbles on window… when.. CRASH! One breaks the window.
Rubbing her eyes, Ally ran to see who had thrown the rocks and broken her window. She looked outside and saw
that a boy stood below. At this, she pushed open the door and ran angrily out onto the balcony.
“What are you doing? It is like midnight!”
This was not at all how he pictured the evening, when he had played it out in his head. “I…I…I…Uh, I love you, “ he squeaked, following through with the original plan.
“What? You just broke my window! What do you want me to say to that! Oh thanks, darling, I love you too.. No! Get off my lawn, I don’t even know who you are!
Ugg!”
Growing UpBlooming
Self-knowledge, self help, self control
Better wisdom which makes good men
Forget and forgive
Under his rough exterior lay some of the manly virtues which we most admire and love
Air of resolution
I’ll stand by you
Good for him
Continue to believe in it, to work for it, and to prove its possibility
You really care to learn something and that is half the battle
It seems hard at first, and you will feel discouraged, but plod away, and things will get easier as you go on
We all need these little helps; so you will try
Splendidest
Work, encouragement, and hope
Passion of love, of shame, and patience
The memory of a wise and tender father, the legacy of an honest name
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*Words and phrases taken form
Little Men by Louisa M. Alcott. “Growing Up” arranged by Brooke Lott.
Saving ScanderArrows whizzed passed her uncovered body, as she closed her eyes in anguish. She had no chance of escaping. Was this the end? Thoughts of her life flooded her mind. She
wasn’t ready to die!
Scander’s hurt face crowded her worries and regret overcame her. She loved him! She had been so stubborn and confused. Now she was to die alone, and he would never know of her true feelings. Suddenly in the midst of her worries silence fell upon her. The war had paused. She slowly opened her eyes to look about her. Wincing at the nastiness of her surroundings she bravely picked herself off the ground and began running. She tripped over the carnage and destruction of the battle, her mind was in a daze. What was going on? Was everybody dead?
ChancesThe wind pressed against her cheeks, drying her tears as they fell from her swollen eyes. What had she done? Her opportunity was so obvious and she had blown it! She believed in second chances but what happens after that?
Evening FallsThe sky was darkening, explosions of a colorful sunset beginning to fade, and one star twinkled on the horizon.
Stupid PoemTossed back and forth with emotion
My heart is heavy, torn in two
I can’t quite decide if you’ve won
I want to leave but can’t seem to start anew.
Your thoughts are unclear
And your feelings unknown
My truth is open, even through my fear
Timid eyes have ceased, and I have grown.
What would my life be like without you?
What if we never met?
Would I be happy, seeing through
An empty doorway to something that is not yet.
Tallmond
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His eyes were pale and fading, his face wet with sweat. She couldn’t take it all in. This couldn’t be happening, Not here! Not now! He couldn’t leave her alone when she needed him the most. Anger boiled up against the enemy. It steamed inside with the fear of losing her beloved Tallmond. ....WAR!!!!
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The Unfinished
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It was a house without clocks or calendars. Time was not kept, no appointments were made, there was no schedule to follow and nothing of importance seemed to happen. Life continued to roll on but there was no reason for anything that anyone did. Actions were random and nothing was ever accomplished completely. Unfinished Quilts lay scattered upon the furniture that wasn’t fully refurnished. The walls were spattered with paint. One side of a room would be mostly white and the other would be partially covered in old, moldy, wall paper.
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...........................All right. That is enough. I've more in my stash, but I am tired and the above is very lengthy.......................... what think ye?
