This is the second prompt from my final workshop… We were supposed to write about some kind of light that seeped through the cracks in our life, or something like that. Anyways, this is what I got! My mind was guarded by a fortress my heart built Each stone selected was strategically placed. My walls … Continue reading the flaw in my design
I participated in my final writing workshop in Toronto, (insert sad face), now I must find another... So here is one of the prompts we worked on tonight... It was taken from a poem called The World You See - and we were given the option of writing about Kindness, Forgiveness, or anywhere that particular … Continue reading The World You See…
I did two writing prompts today, this is the second. It was a prompt about the myth, two roads overcame the hyena. We were supposed to write about conflict, being divided, or wanting to do two things at once. Ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I came up with... Two Faces A … Continue reading Two Faces,
Hi everyone, it's Thursday which means I just got back from the writing workshop. Our latest writing prompt was to write down three things we carry in our heart. I chose Love, Pain, and Memories. Of those three things, we were supposed to select one and write about it. Ten minutes on the timer, and … Continue reading Love, pain, memories.
I wrote this a while back. It was inspired by a post I saw on Facebook where a member of a writing group was trying to piece together an idea for a story: Her MC discovered someone else's photos on the table in her apartment... Upon reading the member's post, I wrote this on the … Continue reading Stranger in the dark
I forgot I wrote two prompts last Thursday at the creative writing workshop. I didn't share this one because, well, we had to interpret poetry and I am TERRIBLE at interpreting poetry. The prompt called for us to read, 'The Summer Day' and write our own interpretation of it. If we couldn't write something along … Continue reading Beyond the Limits of Our Imagination
I participated in my second writing workshop in Toronto today, and one of the writing prompts was taken from an excerpt about the appearance of scars. I had ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I wrote... My Scars Twisted, gnarled, hideous. I hear their whispers. They hiss and spit as they pass … Continue reading My Scars,