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Free Write! (to loosen up and stop writers block)
Love. Summer love, having a vlast. can't remember anymore and hated grease anyway./ I don't think i've ever been in love with a guy. Fritz in the heat of summer tasting like the m ulberries bafckstage what served as backstage during midsummer but i never loved him even when i told him but that was his fault he asked in front of people. .ove my animals love my fami;ly. fierce and and unrelenting. I thibnk almost all the times I have hated or wantedf to hurt someone in my life it was s0omeone hurting my brother or friends./ somehow i am much calmer about people hurting me. Blood deep gorey love. I ythink that's all i know. the type you slit veins for metpphre but not really but myintensity makes me afraid to fall in love after what i see it does do other people i wonder how much time I ha ve left I feel like I chose a styupid topic for me since I kind of usck at ;love. does sove make more sense when it is balanced? That's what i always thought so maye that's why
So it's a mess, right? But that is what a free write looks like. It helps get you rolling for the day. Sometimes when you are really blocked, all you may do is free write with no topic forever, until at the end you find some cool stuff amidst all the gak in your free writes.
Love? Ha, no such thing. It's a load of crap. How can someone bow down to another professing their love for the other person? Infatuation...sure, lust...absolutely, but love...no way. My heart pumps my blood through my body, it is what keeps me alive, keeps me viable, my heart does not swell and glow when a person walks into the room that I care about. Cynic, I here you ask? Why yes, how did you guess? Ice Queen? Hell no, I am free with myself, I enjoy peoples company, especially their closeness, I just don't give myself over to the idea of 'lurve'!Okay guys....just a quick caveat...I am married and madly in love with my husband and daughter...this is just what came to me in my 2 minutes!!!!!!!!!!
Love a thing of confusion I have yet to figure out. It runs wild in some people I see and yet there are a few that are to shy to tell. Am I the only one who hasn't experiance it? Are there others like me? Questions on end of this thing they call love. As I sit here it all comes to mind, I have experianced it, and I loved it! But now I am just a bystander to my friend's love, but now the new question is...why?
Love a thing of confusion I have yet to figure out. It runs wild in some people I see and yet there are a few that are to shy to tell. Am I the only one who hasn't experiance it? Are there others like me? Questions on end of this thing they call love. As I sit here it all comes to mind, I have experianced it, and I loved it! But now I am just a bystander to my friend's love, but now the new question is...why?
Maybe I have some deep seeded issues??? LOL:)
Ah. I used love as an example of something to free write about. But you can free write about anything. You can try to write about one subject, or just ramble for five minutes or whatever your time limit is.
i read my free write thng over and over and it came to mind that it would make a good paraghraph for a story :)
I love finding stuff in free writes. But then again, I love spending a couple of years researching and writing novels.
Ingrid wrote: "eh. that's the contrary with me. i hate spending too long on stories, even though they could've grown to become really good stories someday."that with me also..unless it has a really good topic... like my taismo one :)
I don't have the style for short stories. They've never come easily to me. I can do poetry and I can do book length, not between. Not to be yo mama, but you need to spend time with your stories, to write and rewrite them. To understand how every word and phrase functions, and if it doesn't, get rid of it. You need to love it till you hate it, set aside. Take one last look at it and love it again.
I'll give it a go...
Shutting her eyes Lillith extended her arms to her sides, she somehow knew that it would all come down to this moment. Taking a deep breath she took the brave step off the cliff. Falling, she recolected everything she was told, everything that has happened this past summer. A tear escaped from her watery eyes, making it's way down her cheek. Water lashing below she shut her eyes as she neared the rocks and concentrated. With a seering hot pain in her back her wings exploded with a burst of feathers and fire, and she took off. Lillith turned tail and - once picking up her speed and strength - returned to the top of the cliff. Jake stood, watching her, "I didn't think you would actually do it." His cheeks were stained with tears.
Shutting her eyes Lillith extended her arms to her sides, she somehow knew that it would all come down to this moment. Taking a deep breath she took the brave step off the cliff. Falling, she recolected everything she was told, everything that has happened this past summer. A tear escaped from her watery eyes, making it's way down her cheek. Water lashing below she shut her eyes as she neared the rocks and concentrated. With a seering hot pain in her back her wings exploded with a burst of feathers and fire, and she took off. Lillith turned tail and - once picking up her speed and strength - returned to the top of the cliff. Jake stood, watching her, "I didn't think you would actually do it." His cheeks were stained with tears.
Asia sat on the couch. She held the phone in her hand. 'I'm so close,' she thought. Her finger was on top of the two. 'I promised her I would,' she said. She had butterflies in her stomach. 'Why am I so nervouse just to call Schyler, why can't I call her,' Asia thought. She pressed the button. 'Okay I got the first number,' she thought. She then pressed the rest. 'okay, just gotta press the call button,' she thought. "What are you doing," asked a voice. Asia screamed and dropped the phone. She looked up. There was her older brother Thomas. "Would you leave me alone," Asia screamed as she chucked a stuffed animal at him. "Why? Its fun to scare you! And by the way, may I have to phone, I told Jake I'd call him," said Thomas as he stole the phone. He noticed the number. "Who you calling? You're boyfriend...oh wait you don't have one," he said. He walked out the room. Asia fell onto her bed. "Why can't I call people on the phone...I get so nervouse," she mumbled
oh gosh...that failed i forgot what room she was in XD
She is thinking about birds this morning. About the three ibis that flew in at dawn, their dark shadows gliding against the lightening sky. About the sparrows that flitted on her balcony in the dusk before, the little babies puffing themselves up as they chirped for food. About the hawk that circled the blue sky of noon. As she strols along the path to her rooms, the crows in the cypress tree rise up, sqwaking. They circle for a long time, black shapes moving around and around the dark tree, and just as they are about to settle, one of them crows again and the entire flock rises up. She had no idea there were so many crows. So many of them in that one tree. How many times had she walked by that tree, walked under it, and not seen a single crow. And yet maybe they were there all along, hiding in the leaves and branches. She fiinds them unsettling. They circle and kaw and won’t stop. They make her restless, make her heart flutter and her hands tingle with a need to do… something, though she doesn’t know what it is yet. She prefers the pigeons, the grey things that strut on the pavement, poking the cracks for seeds and bits of food. They are fat and content, unafraid of humans though they will hustle with a rather indignant look on their little beady-eyed faces if she got too close. Over time they have gotten used to her, and they will even peck food from her hand. It is an odd sensation, having the beaks poke the skin of her hand. Not painful, exactly.
Her last name said it all. Brisby. People knew she was the daughter of the famous Timothy Brisby and the granddaughter of the also famous Johnathon Brisby. "Jade," she heard her mother call for her. "I'm coming mother," Jade said as she ran towards her house. She slowed down and gracefully walked in. "Jade, your father is at Thorn Valley right now so will you go check on your grandma," her mother said. Jade nodded. "Sure," she said. Jade ran and grabbed the green cloak that was next to the door. "See you soon mother," Jade said as she ran outside. I'm planning on writing a fanfiction about The Secret of N.I.M.H. (my gosh...I have no life O.o)
Amarante, My friends call me Ama though. Several years ago I snuck into my mother's room and stole her yearbook from when she was in 8th grade. There on the front page it said. "This year we lost 9 students in a lockdown but three 8th graders stepped out and shined. Jane Murry, Sakura Tsubasa, and Bryan Micheals." I was surprised and asked my mother about it. "Amarante, flower, my dear, you are a curiose little girl aren't you," she said. She told me and I had nightmares for awhile. Little did I know they would come true...
this is based off of a story my cousin wrote. to read it click here: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Okay, let me try this: She slowly slid down the way, and the white stick smacked the floor. "Jo?" You okay sweet heart? " matt yelled through the door, knocking roughly "Joanne? Common out, are you okay?" Worry and panic seeped in to his voice as he jiggled the handle. She stated to sob uncontobly as she looked at the blue stripe. The door flew open dining the wall with thud. "Joannae? Talk to me please, what's wrong?" He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him. She collaped against him, "Babey, you're scaring me what's wrong?" She mumbled into his cotton tee, still shaking "i....i'm..." "you're what? It's okay i'm right here" his smooth baratonie voice soothing her, warm calloused plam tilting her chin up to meet his deep emerald eyes
Oknami slammed her head against the window of the school bus. "Where are you Jade," she mumbled. "Oknami, you okay," asked Faith. Oknami shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "How can I? Jade said she'd be moving soon and I didn't see her before I got on the bus," Oknami mumbled. Faith smiled. "I bet it doesn't mean a thing," she said sweetly.Oknami smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said.
Rose ran towards the man. She could hear her friend Miles scream for help. "Miles," she cried. The man who was holding a knife up to Miles neck looked at Rose. He smiled. "Do you relize who I am Princess Rose," he said, he voice sounding like fingernails on a chalkboard. Rose froze as her life flashed past her. "Red Oak," she gasped. The man smiled and laughed slyly. "You do remember me," he snickered. Rose looked at Miles and closed her eyes. Suddenly shooting up from the ground were vines that grabbed Red Oak's arms. "You cursed girl," he snarled. Rose opened her eyes and ran towards Miles. "We've gotta get out of here," he said quickly. Miles nodded and followed her. They ran as fast as they could to get out of there, but it wasn't enough. Red Oak had grabbed Rose. "Rose," Miles said in fear. But instead of Rose, he saw a huge, beautiful tree. Pink blossoms covered it.
Miles looked as Rose ran towards him. "Rose! No! Get back," he screamed. Rose shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No Miles! He might kill you! I must stop him," she cried out. The man that was holding the knife up to Miles neck turned around. "Ahhh, Princess Rose," he said, his red cape flapping in the air. "Go away Red Oak, you are not wanted here," Rose said. Red Oak attacked Rose, but she dodged it. "Run Miles! Run to the cannon," she cried. Miles nodded. He ran to the cannon and aimed for Red Oak, but he couldn't find him. Instead he saw a big gaint Sakura blossom tree.
Yue ran off. How did her father, the king of the angels, expect her to be the guardian of the Moon. Her, Yue, the youngest of all of her father's children. She ran, her eyes fulled with tears. Suddenly she tripped and fell. She fell through the ground into a world she had never known. She used all her concertration and her wings shot out from her back. She finally got herself balanced. "OH MY GOSH! WHAT SHOULD I DO," she cried. She looked around and saw lights from buildings and cars. She flew above the city and looked in awe. "WOW! THIS PLACE IS AMAZING," she said. Little did she know that this distraction made her wings fold back into her back and she began to fall. She screamed for help and because of how afraid she was she passed out.
Ingrid wrote: "((Ooh i likey. i will try this again later on))"Should i contuine? It was a spur of the moment thing.
thanks :) i might actully start a story about her because im a fan of disney princesses on fanpop (who else here has a fanpop i'll be your fan) and there was this thing that said if you were a disney princess who would you be....and i made up yue XD and I wrote that I might start a story about her...but i dont know... :P
Okay, i'll try can't guarentee anything. Here is goes:
Irene wrote: "Okay, let me try this: She slowly slid down the way, and the white stick smacked the floor. "Jo?" You okay sweet heart? " matt yelled through the door, knocking roughly "Joanne? Common out, are y..."
She stared back into his emrald green eyes, so caring and loving. His calloused thumb wiped away another tear. "There's nothing you can't tell me Jo, you know that. I'll love you for ever, though hell and high water." He gave a gental smile that mealted her heart. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing in size. "I'm pregant, i'm sorry i know.." he placed a finger over her lips, cutting her off, he spoke "Why should you be sorry? It's not your fualt, we knew it could happen and I will be here. Either way you choses i'll stand beside you, i made a promise and i plan to keep it and everything will be okay."He said softly, bringing his left hand into view, the silver band glinting in the light. He leaned agianst the wall, pulling her close and planted a kiss
onto her rosy cheek. "Now how about we get you cleaned up so we can be on time for thanksgiving dinner?"
"How can yoi act like everthing goning to be fine? You know the risks of this!" She cried as he pulled her up. "Matt! Look at me, i xan't do this. I
have a decesion to make. You can call and tell them i'm not comming She turned away and went towards the bedroom, closing the bathroom
door. "Jo wait, sweetheart we can talk about this." He pleaded, opening the door to find an empty room "Jo?" Matt looked at the room, the doors of the balcony wide open as the fall air billowed the curtians framing the doorway. Everything slowed down as he heard cries from outside, trying to run towards the door his legs were larthargic.
Ingrid wrote: "*waiting with hungering curiosity and desire*;D"It's here!
holy cow!!! thats better then what i'll ever do!!!!! :O you should write a book based off of this!!!!!!!
Anastacia wrote: "holy cow!!! thats better then what i'll ever do!!!!! :O you should write a book based off of this!!!!!!!"Thanks,and i'm gonna give it a shot. I'm posting it in my writting and would love critiquing comments. (If it sounds like crap i want to know and why)
Ingrid wrote: "Irene wrote: "Irene wrote: "Okay, let me try this: She slowly slid down the way, and the white stick smacked the floor. "Jo?" You okay sweet heart? " matt yelled through the door, knocking roug..."
I ment to do that *evil smile*
i love evil smiles they are so fun to do XD
I'll post what I have here in my writting and there will be more later (maybe even today). Now, rember though i'm writying in in freewrite style and editing it later. I would love critiquing by you guys :)
hehe okay so my friend is write a percy jackson fanficton (on fanpop) and she put my character in it....YIN LI IS SO NINJA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! her mom is nemesis, the greek goddess of revenge and justice :D
yeah its funny :P this guy named leo is trying to get her to like him :P
She woke up to find herself in a small room. She layed on a bed of straw. She sat up to see a ladder leading up to a door. Light came through the ceiling door and brightened the room. She climbed up the ladder and stood on the roof. Her silver dress flowed in the wind. "Hello," she said. A boy with messy brown hair looked around the corner. "OH! You're awake," he said. Yue smiled. "Yeah, I'm awake...where am I," she said. The boy smiled. "You're in Lakeview," he said. Yue looked around. "It's so beautiful here," she said in aw. The boy smiled. "Yeah it is, oh hey, I'm Pazu," the boy said gently. Yue smiled and curtsied. "I'm Yue," she said kindly. "Yue, like the moon," Pazu said. Yue blushed. "Yeah, like the moon," she mumbled. Pazu looked at her. "You okay," he asked. "Yeah I'm fine," she said. Pazu looked at her. "You know, the way you fell out of the sky, you might as well be an angel! You are lucky I found you, or else you might have fallen into the ground painfully," Pazu said. Yue shrugged. "Thanks," she mumbled.
I better start being active again on this group, I've missed out a lot
Ingrid wrote: "Anastacia wrote: "hehe okay so my friend is write a percy jackson fanficton (on fanpop) and she put my character in it....YIN LI IS SO NINJA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..."yes yes i have :D her story is based off of it :)
Ruby and her friends, Jessica and Lilian walked down the sidewalk. I was Halloween night and they were all dressed up, even though they were in high school. Jessica was dressed like a vampire, Lilian was dressed like a ghost bride, and Ruby was dressed like her favorite Sonic character, Cosmo. "Hey Ruby, I dare you to up to that house over there," said Jessica. Ruby glared at Jessica. "No way! I'm not an idiot," she said. Lilian smiled...for once. "Why is the princess to afraid," she said. Ruby looked away. "Fine, I'll go," she said. She ran towards the house and walked up the steps. The house had a dark aura to it. It was dark with blocked off windows and everything. The door had a huge door knocker in the shape of a full moon with in the center of it. "Some one went a little over load with the halloween decorations," Ruby mumbled. "KNOCK ON IT," Jessica said. Ruby reached up for the knocker when the door opened. "Come inside, we've been waiting," said a voice. Ruby looked in. "Ruby! What are you doing! You're gonna get yourself killed! Ruby," she heard Jessica scream. Ruby tried to get herself out of the grasp of the voice which had somehow taken over her body. "Ruby! We're sorry! Come back," Lilian screamed. Ruby was completly inside now and the door slambed shut. Ruby finally came to her sences and tried to open the door. "JESSICA! LILIAN," Ruby cried. She heard them run to the door. "Ruby are you in there," Jessica asked urgantly. "Yeah! I'm in here! But the door is like locked," Ruby cried, tears were streaming down her face. "Ruby, we'll get someone to help you! Don't worry," Lilian said. "Please! Hurry," Ruby said. She sat next to the door and began crying. Suddenly she relized she wasn't the only one crying inside the house.
Dear God, why. Why give it to me when you're going to take it away from me. Why when I thought it won't happen you let it happen. Why then give it to me when I'm completely unaware of it, when I don't need it. Then when I get it, I was so fond of it, thinking that I might keep have it forever, but you took it away from me when I can't let iot go anymore. Why, why? What did I ever do to deserve this? it's a sudden piece that just came when I was listening to music
Here's the game plan. You open up a new blank document (or in this case make a comment in this discussion) or you grab a pen and paper if you are more comfortable that way. Set a clock. Give yourself one to five minutes. That's all.
When that timer starts, your hands can't stop. Write whatever comes into your head as fast is possible. You CANNOT STOP. If you end up writing "I don't know what to write" over and over again till you think of something to write, so be it, but NO STOPPING. Free writes are free association. They are garbles of images, senses and thoughts piled on one another. Don't try to make them sound sensible. If you do, you aren't doing it right.
Free writes can either be wide open. Just sitting down and writing for five minutes, or have a subject.
The subject here, as it is kind of summery, is: LOVE. Whatever that word makes you think of. And for me: