Crawling Through Writing Blocks
So a while ago I asked my dear facebook friends (real life friends) for random words, because I wanted to try and get back into writing. It has sort of been working.
My basic system is one word = one story.
Below are the three I have done so far, they're only short but I'm proud to say I wrote them. The second one is maybe my favorite. And I totally cheated on the last one and used two words instead of only one, but I can break my owns rules if I want. :)
Nagini
"Do I want to know why you're dressed as an old man?" Max shook his head at his best friend, Peter. As Max took a step closer he realized Peter wasn't exactly wearing pants. "Wait are you wearing a skirt? Holy shit, you're dressed as an old lady! What are you doing?" Max stared dumbstruck, this had to be the weirdest thing Peter had ever done. Peter just lifted his hand and beckoned Max to follow, then turned and walked towards his own room. Max hoping to get some kind of explanation followed. Peter had his back to Max when he entered the room and was standing in the dark, the only light coming in from behind the curtains. Max tried to turn on the light so he could see better but the switch seemed to have masking tape over it so the light could not be switched on. "Peter, seriously?" Max asked as he took another couple of steps into Peter's room, heading for the lamp beside Peter's bed. Just as Max reached out to turn the lamp on, Peter tackled him to the bed and started hissing at him with a stocking that had googly eyes stuck to it over his head and a black sharpie in his hand. "Crap!" Max yelled as his tried to wriggle away. "I am not playing Harry fucking Potter with you again!" Max had managed to push Peter off him and keep him at one end of the bed, his feet ready to kick off if Peter tried to tackle him again. Peter pulled the stocking off his head and pouted at Max, "You never want to play Harry Potter. And I made this awesome Nagini/Bathilda Bagshot costume! "Is that what you are?" Max turned his head trying to remember who either of the characters were. "Yeah! Isn't that what gave my plan away?" "Actually the sharpie gave it away. You always try to draw on my face when you wanna play Harry Potter." "Right... I could always dye your hair red in your sleep and you could be a.... Max, where are you going?!"
Table.
No one had been inside the room for over 21 years, in fact no one had been inside the house just as long. The air in the room was rather stale from disuse, the windows blured with grime and the furniture covered with white sheets. Under one such sheet sat a grand mahogany table, long since forgotten like the rest of the house. The grand mahogany table was almost brand new under the white sheet, having only been used when guest were over, the small family of three preferred to use the small round table just off the kitchen for everyday meals. Although the table looked new on top, if one were to climb under the table and look at the underside; wonders only a eleven year old girl could imagine, drawn upon the under-surface of the grand mahogany table. Shades of blue and green chased each other along the length and width of the underside. Swirls of yellow danced through the blues and lines of white flew across the lighter blues like birds flew across the sky. Every colour of the rainbow blossomed amongst the different shades of green. Silhouettes stretched from the greens; reaching for the blues all along the horizon, no two silhouettes the same. Not a single bit of the underside was untouched from colour and a name was smudged and loopy in a corner as if place as an afterthought in a fine black, underlined and dated. Twenty-one years had past since the grand mahogany table had had hands layed apon it, neither in silent dinning or in the robust colouring. Twenty-one years had past and finally the white sheet was being pulled from the table and a young woman was wriggling under the grand table. Curious eyes flying through the colours and tracing the race between the shades of blue and green until they landed on the smudged and loopy name and date. The young woman laughed and wondered if her parents had ever known that she had hidden under their grand mahogany table and coloured a world of her own.
Purple & Stockings
Everyday, the same seat at the same time; the same girl and Alec was going to talk to her today. The girl in question was sitting with her legs crossed over and wearing purple stockings that were the same colour as the long sleeved top under her dark grey dress and wearing black ankle boots. Her chocolate brown hair was tied just below her left ear with a purple ribbon. Alec wasn't surprised that her outfit matched so well, everything she wore matched; even the book on her lap was a grey hard cover that matched her dress, though Alec couldn't make out the title of the book he could see that she was almost finished it, if the train ticket protruding from between the pages was anything to go by. Unnoticed by Alec was a boy with glasses two seats infront of the girl and across from Alec, though he had noticed the rowdy group of teens who kept pointing and laughing in the other boys direction. As Alec gathered his courage to stand and talk to the girl, Alec twisted towards the boy across from him having heard his name. Alec smiled at the confused expression on the boy's face. "Hey" Alec sat back down facing the boy, whom had turned bright red and hid his face against the window of the train. The girl in the purple stockings and grey dress got off at the next stop with a roll of her eyes at the two boys in front of her.
My basic system is one word = one story.
Below are the three I have done so far, they're only short but I'm proud to say I wrote them. The second one is maybe my favorite. And I totally cheated on the last one and used two words instead of only one, but I can break my owns rules if I want. :)
Nagini
"Do I want to know why you're dressed as an old man?" Max shook his head at his best friend, Peter. As Max took a step closer he realized Peter wasn't exactly wearing pants. "Wait are you wearing a skirt? Holy shit, you're dressed as an old lady! What are you doing?" Max stared dumbstruck, this had to be the weirdest thing Peter had ever done. Peter just lifted his hand and beckoned Max to follow, then turned and walked towards his own room. Max hoping to get some kind of explanation followed. Peter had his back to Max when he entered the room and was standing in the dark, the only light coming in from behind the curtains. Max tried to turn on the light so he could see better but the switch seemed to have masking tape over it so the light could not be switched on. "Peter, seriously?" Max asked as he took another couple of steps into Peter's room, heading for the lamp beside Peter's bed. Just as Max reached out to turn the lamp on, Peter tackled him to the bed and started hissing at him with a stocking that had googly eyes stuck to it over his head and a black sharpie in his hand. "Crap!" Max yelled as his tried to wriggle away. "I am not playing Harry fucking Potter with you again!" Max had managed to push Peter off him and keep him at one end of the bed, his feet ready to kick off if Peter tried to tackle him again. Peter pulled the stocking off his head and pouted at Max, "You never want to play Harry Potter. And I made this awesome Nagini/Bathilda Bagshot costume! "Is that what you are?" Max turned his head trying to remember who either of the characters were. "Yeah! Isn't that what gave my plan away?" "Actually the sharpie gave it away. You always try to draw on my face when you wanna play Harry Potter." "Right... I could always dye your hair red in your sleep and you could be a.... Max, where are you going?!"
Table.
No one had been inside the room for over 21 years, in fact no one had been inside the house just as long. The air in the room was rather stale from disuse, the windows blured with grime and the furniture covered with white sheets. Under one such sheet sat a grand mahogany table, long since forgotten like the rest of the house. The grand mahogany table was almost brand new under the white sheet, having only been used when guest were over, the small family of three preferred to use the small round table just off the kitchen for everyday meals. Although the table looked new on top, if one were to climb under the table and look at the underside; wonders only a eleven year old girl could imagine, drawn upon the under-surface of the grand mahogany table. Shades of blue and green chased each other along the length and width of the underside. Swirls of yellow danced through the blues and lines of white flew across the lighter blues like birds flew across the sky. Every colour of the rainbow blossomed amongst the different shades of green. Silhouettes stretched from the greens; reaching for the blues all along the horizon, no two silhouettes the same. Not a single bit of the underside was untouched from colour and a name was smudged and loopy in a corner as if place as an afterthought in a fine black, underlined and dated. Twenty-one years had past since the grand mahogany table had had hands layed apon it, neither in silent dinning or in the robust colouring. Twenty-one years had past and finally the white sheet was being pulled from the table and a young woman was wriggling under the grand table. Curious eyes flying through the colours and tracing the race between the shades of blue and green until they landed on the smudged and loopy name and date. The young woman laughed and wondered if her parents had ever known that she had hidden under their grand mahogany table and coloured a world of her own.
Purple & Stockings
Everyday, the same seat at the same time; the same girl and Alec was going to talk to her today. The girl in question was sitting with her legs crossed over and wearing purple stockings that were the same colour as the long sleeved top under her dark grey dress and wearing black ankle boots. Her chocolate brown hair was tied just below her left ear with a purple ribbon. Alec wasn't surprised that her outfit matched so well, everything she wore matched; even the book on her lap was a grey hard cover that matched her dress, though Alec couldn't make out the title of the book he could see that she was almost finished it, if the train ticket protruding from between the pages was anything to go by. Unnoticed by Alec was a boy with glasses two seats infront of the girl and across from Alec, though he had noticed the rowdy group of teens who kept pointing and laughing in the other boys direction. As Alec gathered his courage to stand and talk to the girl, Alec twisted towards the boy across from him having heard his name. Alec smiled at the confused expression on the boy's face. "Hey" Alec sat back down facing the boy, whom had turned bright red and hid his face against the window of the train. The girl in the purple stockings and grey dress got off at the next stop with a roll of her eyes at the two boys in front of her.