Showing posts with label Writing Practices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing Practices. Show all posts
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Write a Love Letter to Anyone
Dearest Kian, The time apart is extremely hard. But it builds the love I have for you. I love the time we spend together. The way you touch my hair and smile at me with that crooked smile. I dream about the day we can always be together and the worries of our current lives are no longer a problem.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Write About Bathing
I enjoy a warm bath scented with peach oils or raspberry. I like how the water relaxes me and the scents bring peace to my mind.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Write About a Day Moon
It was a thing of legends and prophecy. Children born under a day moon were supposed to be special and unique. Children like me. The day moon gave us powers that could be used for good or evil. Powers that were stronger during the moon at night. When the day moon returns, the prophecies say the powers will be at their height and most powerful. I have been fighting my enemy since we were old enough to know about each other and control our powers. We will face each other at the next day moon and one of us must die. Worse, he's the man I love and the elders tell that one of must die, no way around it.
Monday, January 5, 2009
"A year after your death..." (after Czeslaw Milosz)
and she still cries when she thinks about you. She has not given your clothes away to charity and the workshop looks like it did the day you left it. She still misses you more than the rest of us will ever understand. Sometimes she talks like you will come through the door any minute. We don't mention you if we can help it. We don't want to make her cry.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
You're Standing in a Doorway
The room is full of people, none of them looking at you. Except me. You hesitate, though I am not real sure why. The light in your hair is breathtaking. I am amazed at how handsome you are. Even more amazing is the fact that you're with me. As you walk through the room toward me, you draw the eyes of others around us. But you don't see them. You watch only me and I squirm in my seat at your intense gaze. Finally you reach me and I forget everyone else in the room. I only see you and I am lost in your eyes.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Write About a Time Someone Said 'No'
We said 'no' because we are the parents and we know what's best for them. Children don't always want things that are good for them, so we as parents have to make sure that the bad things are kept away. We do not say 'no' because we are mean. We only want our children safe.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Write About Sunday Afternoon
After sleeping in late, we spend the afternoon being lazy around the house. Most chores were done on Saturday, so all that is left is laundry. He spends his time on the computer. I watch T.V. and write, or knit. A late lunch means nothing is planned for dinner, so I have fruit and crackers. The new kitten cries for attention and crawls into my lap. It's a perfect afternoon with no worries or cares. No one calls and even if someone did, we would let the machine and voicemail take a message. We prepare mentally for Monday, without really trying. The rest will carry us through the week and give us something to look forward to.
Monday, November 17, 2008
You're in a cafe...
and you see him come in. He's wearing that shirt, you know the one that hugs his chest and back in all the right places. And his jeans. Oh god, those jeans. The way they hug his ass and reveal the bulge that leaves nothing to the imagination. He glances your way and a smile lights up his eyes. Though you both agreed to meet later, you can't but want him to come closer, to sit with you, to talk about his day so far. But you both wait, forced to be satisfied with just the smile and the look.
Write About Small Mistakes
Small mistakes can lead to big ones. Small mistakes over and over can lead to heartbreak. Everyone has made small mistakes. It's what happens from that, that can make the difference.
Write About a Rendezvous
We had been planning it for two weeks. I had to travel and so did he. It was just chance we were going to the same town at the same time, but we intended to take full advantage. Since neither of us had any obligations waiting for us at home, we took the rest of the week off to spend together. I arrived at the hotel first and made sure everything was in order, as well as having a fruit plate and wine ready for him. When he arrived and we saw each other, we knew it was going to be an exciting trip.
The Night Won't Save Anyone
Everyone thought the arrival of the night would save us from the heat of the sun. It did, but an even greater evil waited for us in the night. At first, we didn't know what it was until we lost three people. Then we realized it was a creature that looked like Earth's pterodactyl. All but three of us died before we were rescued. Now the planet has been quarantined. I know someone will lift it eventually. I just hope I never see it.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Write About a Time You Did Something Out of Superstition
To bring good luck financially, place a fresh basil leaf in your wallet with a single dollar bill wrapped around it. I placed one in each of our wallets. It seemed to help.
Write About A Time the Lights Went Out
The sky had darkened with the arrival of the storm. Jagged streaks of light break through the darkness as thunder cracks in the silence. We sit in the house, T.V. and lights on, talking about the coming storm. A sudden, close crack of thunder startles all of us. Then the house is plunged into darkness. The kids scream in surprise as I laugh and make my way to the drawer with flashlights in it. Until the lights come back on, we play with the flightlights on the wall.
Night is Falling. You're Not At Home
So get in your car and go home. Don't be silly. It's not like anyone is keeping you from leaving. Honestly, if you're afraid of the dark, get your head checked. Nothing is in the dark that can hurt you. And any of those who try are just really sick people. Go home.
Write About A Simple Pleasure
Chocolate, the most simple of pleasures. So many different kinds but everyone has their favorites. I like the Hershey bar, with and without almonds. The Dove chocolates are good too. I like the See's Candy caramel patties with milk chocolate. And I like Ethel M's Pecan Patties, milk chocolate. I don't like dark chocolate very much and white chocolate doesn't even taste like real chocolate, probably isn't.
Write About A Door Key
Home Depot has a Tinkerbell key. Micaela likes Tinkerbell, but when we made keys for the kids, she did not want it. I liked the key, but I can't get one made for me because I already have a house key. I think having pretty keys is neat and it shows the owner's personality.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Write About a Time Someone Surprised You
I don't really have a time when someone surprised me. There are times when I haven't gotten exactly the answer or response I was expecting, but I wouldn't say I was surprised.
"In the blue night frost haze..."
the man fought against the wind to make his way to safety. His journey had been a dangerous one and his injuries made his progress even slower. The driving force behind his continuing struggle with the forces of nature, the reason he fought so hard to live, was the woman who waited for him. The light of their cabin beckoned him. He had left her against her wishes and pleas. He had thought it was for her safety, but now he feared he had only made the situation worse.
Write a Daydream
The house is bigger. The kids are slightly older. I'm not working, at least not a conventional job. My books are selling and next to me on the table is a script for the first movie. Another manuscript is below it and a graphic novel waits for editing. The pool is nice and the kids are swimming with friends. We're planning a trip to Egypt and Terry comes out to tell us the trip is ready and we're still leaving in two days. Everyone is happy and there is no arguing.
Accept Loss Forever
Bury the emotions. Write a letter and burn it. Change your phone number. Act like he doesn't exist. See him on the street and keep walking. See him in a restaurant and act like there was nothing between you. But most of all, accept that it's over. Write your poems, write your letters, listen to your music.
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