“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and
Em picked up my notebook, and brushed over it with his palm. My face whitened. “Oh I have your twix here in the draw” I said, pointing and moving to open it. He grinned “Don’t worry”, he said placing it back on my desk “I won’t open it”. I coughed, his voice made me shudder, and my muscles relaxed. “I.. ” There was no need to explain, it was obvious. He turned his back and left. My mouth settled back, and my back shrinked,My arms spread out on my knees. I mean, it’s not like” I said after him, but the door shut. He got hurt. I leaned on my elbows, and rested my head on my desk. My toes curled. What a child I am.
But it is private, after all. He needs to hear that. I elbowed my chair back and shot up. “It’s better you catch me turning pages, than webpages”. I said. My desk shook, and I glared at the door. “Do you hear me?”.
The door creaked, and then opened to a slit. “Whats that?”.
My eyes softened.
“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”
“What’s the occasion?” I said, shivering and patting my apple.
“I missed you all. There’s no occasion”
They came after 1 am. The rooms filled with socks, and flaps. Butter was the answer, I realised. “It’s a chemistry thing”. I said.
The old aunts glanced at me, then turned back to their conversations about the imprisoned lady.
The hosts brought in the coffee,
“W..we j…ju..st had lunch dear” said the one in brown.
“It’s our pleasure” said the tall host, his hand on his chest, “You’re like our mothers”. His eyes stuck to the tray, a red expression threatening to explode through his skin. Was he proud to be in that position?
The short one with a purple sweater tied around his hips looked under his companion’s arms “they have these peanut butter cups” he said, coming up next with a tray of traditional cookies, ” if you would prefer that “.
He looked around the room, and then bent down to the old woman’s ear. “I know you have diabetes”. The woman didn’t reply. She squinted at his grin and carried on arranging raisins on her plate. No one heard it. Well, apart from myself and Bim, who snorted and nudged me. Before lunch he arranged his pots of honey. Then sat and waved at everyone “It’s lemon flavoured” he said, with a huge smile. His son came up and squeezed him, then they collapsed on each other laughing. An inside joke perhaps.
What are you all doidg here?
One head tilted sideways “DING?” ittle U echoes…
Type: Freestyle Writing
Time: 15 min + edit
Without eating we started out, the road dumped of builders’ leftovers. This man is going to die – everyday something getting cut from his body. Trees nudged each other, and laughed with the wind. We stopped to rest – watched little ants doing their job. Under the grey sky, the step crumbled. I chat about work to the jasmine flowers. He brought apples with him which I found funny. “Apples are eaten at home only”. He dangled his legs, his thick glasses matching the deep lake. The weakness on that day. “What is wrong my dear? “ Apples, apples. What is she saying what is she saying. Maybe I need help. I need to talk to him about it. The step crumbled more. “Let’s move on”. The birds peaked. My tiny mind cleared a bit.
“I need nappies for the baby!”
“A few more minutes and then we carry on”. “I cant find my shoes.”
He started “A builder fell off that crumb the other day, 3 past 7 in the morning.” pausing to munch on his piece of cheese. “No one found him.”
I need to memorise. “He tried to climb up the crumbs too, but an overused step gave away”. “We need to go we’ll be late.” “don’t do something silly you might regret” The steam opened us up like clam shells and we began to think, and take notes. I wish I could pause and deep think, but that isn’t the point. No no, we need to leave. “We’re only a few blocks away”…. We need to keep going. Apples, oranges, trees…can we stop now? The cars zoomed past. Smell of liquorice floated out the windows. We threw rubbish bins at each other at this spot, 4 years ago. A few others came down on ropes, was that even real? “Real…?” … “Of course now try to walk faster”. We stepped up the pace, making sandwiches as we walked. Night began to fall, the snake holes began to appear, and the little drops flew with the wind. The stream stopped and the birds quietened. Two groups of pigeons huddled together. We ate ice-cream sandwiches and felt the frost get stuck in between our nostrils. A flu, a fly and seven ladybugs. Forty little crumbs and a step that makes no sense. He still went on. “We want to get some rest so we might be able to finish off in the morning.” What would I do if I was put into such a situation?. Why do they do that, and does it really have a history? Are there any other views?. The water shook. We tried to catch fish with our bare hands. A girl dropped her pretzel in the water, tried to look for it, and never came back. We looked at each other and carried on. We should wait for the rest. His back hunched and attire swept the dust. I questioned and he looked back once, but never again. The wolves didn’t even look at us when we passed by — nosy things. We can’t stop yet, the willow tree might fall on us. An orange truck should’ve been at the end of the pond, when we arrived, to pick us up.
Type:Freestyle with Prompt (Faraway)
Time: 10 minutes + edit time
Seven past nine the clock shows – birds atop a box of toys; old and new. A little child peaks from beyond the woods – half a comb and 40 flat breads sit on the benches. He squirms as an ant bites him, but laughs at the rose that tickles his cheek when he gets his nappy caught up on it. Child youre not to wear nappies at the age of 5! Old men running on the edge of a boat; heading towards the east coast where they will meet with their bosses and eat beans together. The waves get dark, yellow fluff falls on their shoulders. The moment is captured by the security camera, and given a twist in photoshop. A young man sits waiting for his mother in the waiting room. Faraway she sits on a ticking bomb, no one to be seen. The bees watch a girl kicking the broom with her legs. I want to be like that old man, the one who buys everyone something then tends to himself, or the helicopter that drops chips mid-air, or the little boy who jumps in at the last minute to help his mechanic father from under the heavy car. The birds twiggle their thumbs, I drink my tea, and everyone looks on at all the nonsense that comes around. Holding hands we dash to the corner – suspiciously. Whisper, whisper. We then leave and sit on top of a tree. The rocks drop off, like tears dripping. My cousin looks at me with straight eyes. “You’re growing my dear”. “What is this nonsense” I respond. Tea, in this weather, gets cold only after ten minutes. Are we there yet? When are we leaving? He’s coming! He’s coming! I looked absent. He tiptoed to the lounge, shut the door, and slouched in the cupboard to read an ikea journal of some Swedish inventor. She repeating after me: its giving milk! – we laughed at the glaze in her eyes after she saw me and her brother. Come let’s eat candy. We stopped at the icecream truck. An ant carried cherries to the fridge. We managed to fake a laugh, in awe of the dust and ice-cream stains on the bench – we heard the dove feet camping besides us on the window. It’s frustrating seeing the material shops, she says. I know but who would want material shops when we have storage cupboards of material – let’s go sew something my dear – alrighh…t. Let us do just that and have tea for a break as well. Maybe some forest cake with it, let’s stop and have some tea – her voice makes me giggle when I’m looking out the window. She’s a funny one. Alright how many seconds left? A few more. Taking action now..okay stop … not yet. Stop. No finish your toast, and lukewarm tea. I didn’t know where to look – night vision activated, shamefulness everywhere