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I thought it was about time that i learnt a little more about the creative writing side of things so i bought a book the toher day entitiled Teach yourself creative writing. It goes into detail and sets the reader exercises that seem very helpful. So i thought it would be good practice to post up the tasks here so you could see how i was doing. This needs a little bit of work for the grammer and such but here it is anyway.
Write a short anecdote (300-500 words) with the title 'Seen Through A Window', describing what is seen and the feelings of the person looking. This person may be you or someone imaginary. Similarly, whatever is seen may be real or fictitious. This is a valuble exercise as it gives the student experience in writing about emotions as well as the outside world. The window frame provides a boundary and the writer that keeps within that boundary will learn the vital disipline of restraint. The reader's attention will be concentrated in such a way that he will be looking through the window himself and sharing the feelings of the viewpoint character
Here are a few examples: a homeless person looking into a luxurious drawing room, a child looking into a doll's house or a man looking into a shop window at something he longs to buy but can't afford....
‘I wonder how long we’re going to drive for now. We’ve been forever already. Why are we even doing this?’
“You ok back there Julie, you seem really quiet?”
“I’m O.K mom, just finishing up this word search.”
For something to do Julie looks out of the window and is immediately taken by the view. Even though she had started to feel trapped in the car, one look through the window takes her breath away.
She puts her hand against the window; almost as if by doing that she can touch what is out there.
As far as she can see, there is what seems to be an explosion of green and yellow fields. Some of them are separated by meandering brooks and rivers and some even have horses wandering slowly through the fields.
This is Julie’s first time out of the city and only being 7 years old she didn’t realise that the country could be so beautiful.
As she looks, the sun starts to set and it bathes everything in a dreamy red and orange glow. At the same time, little starburst of gold light glint and shine off the river that seems to be wandering along next to the road, almost as if it was guiding where the road should go.
She wants to savour this moment, it feels so very special to her, but she knows that very soon night will have fallen and the view will be lost. Maybe forever and for some reason she doesn’t want that to happen.
“Julie? Are you ok? We’re just coming to a traffic jam honey.”
Reality comes crashing back down around Julie as her thoughts are broken and the traffic slowly comes back into view.
All she sees now are miles of cars tainting the view the view and demanding attention by calling out to each other with their horns, each one sounding different but somehow the same.
Night rushes towards her through the window, begging to be felt, wanting to be tasted. All Julie wanted to do was get out of the car and caress the leaves as the night stole their bright colours. All she wanted was to lay in one of those fields amongst the horses and look up at the stars as each one blinked into being and danced around within the darkness. But of course, the seat belt around her kept her there, insisting that she was its prisoner and the car her jailhouse. There was no escape.
As the car continued it’s snails pace on the road through those fields that were now blanketed with an ambient darkness, Julie sank into a sleep that was filled with the dreams of smells of untouched grass and horses that roamed happy and free….
Comments are as always gratefully recieved.
There are quite a few tasks, but i will put those up as i complete them.
Write a short anecdote (300-500 words) with the title 'Seen Through A Window', describing what is seen and the feelings of the person looking. This person may be you or someone imaginary. Similarly, whatever is seen may be real or fictitious. This is a valuble exercise as it gives the student experience in writing about emotions as well as the outside world. The window frame provides a boundary and the writer that keeps within that boundary will learn the vital disipline of restraint. The reader's attention will be concentrated in such a way that he will be looking through the window himself and sharing the feelings of the viewpoint character
Here are a few examples: a homeless person looking into a luxurious drawing room, a child looking into a doll's house or a man looking into a shop window at something he longs to buy but can't afford....
‘I wonder how long we’re going to drive for now. We’ve been forever already. Why are we even doing this?’
“You ok back there Julie, you seem really quiet?”
“I’m O.K mom, just finishing up this word search.”
For something to do Julie looks out of the window and is immediately taken by the view. Even though she had started to feel trapped in the car, one look through the window takes her breath away.
She puts her hand against the window; almost as if by doing that she can touch what is out there.
As far as she can see, there is what seems to be an explosion of green and yellow fields. Some of them are separated by meandering brooks and rivers and some even have horses wandering slowly through the fields.
This is Julie’s first time out of the city and only being 7 years old she didn’t realise that the country could be so beautiful.
As she looks, the sun starts to set and it bathes everything in a dreamy red and orange glow. At the same time, little starburst of gold light glint and shine off the river that seems to be wandering along next to the road, almost as if it was guiding where the road should go.
She wants to savour this moment, it feels so very special to her, but she knows that very soon night will have fallen and the view will be lost. Maybe forever and for some reason she doesn’t want that to happen.
“Julie? Are you ok? We’re just coming to a traffic jam honey.”
Reality comes crashing back down around Julie as her thoughts are broken and the traffic slowly comes back into view.
All she sees now are miles of cars tainting the view the view and demanding attention by calling out to each other with their horns, each one sounding different but somehow the same.
Night rushes towards her through the window, begging to be felt, wanting to be tasted. All Julie wanted to do was get out of the car and caress the leaves as the night stole their bright colours. All she wanted was to lay in one of those fields amongst the horses and look up at the stars as each one blinked into being and danced around within the darkness. But of course, the seat belt around her kept her there, insisting that she was its prisoner and the car her jailhouse. There was no escape.
As the car continued it’s snails pace on the road through those fields that were now blanketed with an ambient darkness, Julie sank into a sleep that was filled with the dreams of smells of untouched grass and horses that roamed happy and free….
Comments are as always gratefully recieved.
There are quite a few tasks, but i will put those up as i complete them.