“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”
Eni and I found a little girl wandering around a willow tree, close to the forest. The locals call it The Amazon, because they don’t know how vast the actual amazon really is.
Eni switched her torch on, and dangled it
I hurried to fetch the rascal. ” Zeebee”. I called.
Zeebee stuck behind a palm when she saw me approaching, my feathery scarf brushing away the lice. Her eyes widened, the closer I got.
“What are you doing out here alone?”
“Mama”. Her shoulders jittered.
“I…”, her eyes watered” on the woad”
I gave her my hand “Come, lets go home”. That’s what EnBee would’ve said, and done.
But she squiggled, and bit me. The pain itched through my lungs. I stumbled off balance and my eyes dilated with a scream “Why?!”
She squatted in front of me and burst into tears. I looked up – my eyes, a red crimson -, “You’re crying?” “I’m the one to cry!”. That didn’t help.
“Don’t worry about it, I won’t tell them” …
And then she crawled away.