My house is covered in pure white snow
which decorates it with big white pearls
There are candy canes on my front lawn
spiraling and glittering in the light
The icicles hang from the roof like little spears
threatening to fall at any moment
I break one off and place it in my mouth
and it melts into sugary icing delight
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Monday, November 7, 2016
A Day in Fall
The park of red in the midst of grey
tumbling along its destined path
before floating up to where it once fell from
where the green that it was ceases to exist
The sound is the fluttering of a million wings
that fly through the fire colored trees
The air is filled with with the scent of leaves and moss
and the paper which gently flutters beneath my hand
as I stare into the distance and whisper to the wind
tumbling along its destined path
before floating up to where it once fell from
where the green that it was ceases to exist
The sound is the fluttering of a million wings
that fly through the fire colored trees
The air is filled with with the scent of leaves and moss
and the paper which gently flutters beneath my hand
as I stare into the distance and whisper to the wind
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Weekly Writing Prompt
Today's Prompt: Pretend you are carried away by a bunch of balloons.
She walks quietly in the wind, her hair flowing behind her. Her bunch of colorful balloons is swept up in the wind, carrying her with them. She can see the world from above. She sees a man sitting on the park bench, reading the daily newspaper. She sees a woman walking her dog, and a child eating an ice cream cone. She sees ducks waddling from a pond. She rises higher. Soon her feet touch the tips of the clouds, and she looks up. She wonders what will happen to her. When will she stop?
Please ignore my bad punctuation and don't forget to submit your response!
She walks quietly in the wind, her hair flowing behind her. Her bunch of colorful balloons is swept up in the wind, carrying her with them. She can see the world from above. She sees a man sitting on the park bench, reading the daily newspaper. She sees a woman walking her dog, and a child eating an ice cream cone. She sees ducks waddling from a pond. She rises higher. Soon her feet touch the tips of the clouds, and she looks up. She wonders what will happen to her. When will she stop?
Please ignore my bad punctuation and don't forget to submit your response!
Friday, October 28, 2016
The Flame
Red gold
a bit of blue
rising up
to meet the sky
A spark hits the ground
forced by moving air
The wind blows hard
killing colors
I sit beside my dying flame
until it turns to ash
a bit of blue
rising up
to meet the sky
A spark hits the ground
forced by moving air
The wind blows hard
killing colors
I sit beside my dying flame
until it turns to ash
How to Write a Good Story: Setting
So, some time ago we worked on characters. We worked on who the characters are and tips on how to create good ones. Today we will work on setting.
Setting is the time and place the story takes place, or in other words, the WHEN and WHERE.
Time- Year, month, day, season, clock time, morning, afternoon, evening, light, dark, dawn, dusk, sun, moon, and stars are all forms of time.
Place- Building, city, state, country, geography, urban, suburban, rural, weather, indoors, outdoors, and landmarks are all forms of place.
Setting is the time and place the story takes place, or in other words, the WHEN and WHERE.
Time- Year, month, day, season, clock time, morning, afternoon, evening, light, dark, dawn, dusk, sun, moon, and stars are all forms of time.
Place- Building, city, state, country, geography, urban, suburban, rural, weather, indoors, outdoors, and landmarks are all forms of place.
**Create a sense of time and place**
(Show Don't Tell)
How to Create a Realistic Setting-
- Try to base the setting off places you have been
- Use the five senses-Sensory Detail
- Help your reader feel like they are really there
- Give the reader hits about time and place
Weekly Writing Prompt
Today's Prompt: Pretend you are a leaf. Describe fall.
My connection weakens
my life slips away
for it is fall
and I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
My stem breaks
and I spiral towards the ground
towards my grave
for I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
I hit the ground
turning brown
my life ends
for I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
Send your take on the response at the link below!
My connection weakens
my life slips away
for it is fall
and I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
My stem breaks
and I spiral towards the ground
towards my grave
for I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
I hit the ground
turning brown
my life ends
for I am a leaf
Nothing more
nothing less
Send your take on the response at the link below!
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Weekly Writing Prompt
Today's Prompt: Imagine you found an old treasure map. Where does it lead and what do you find?
There I was, standing at the mouth of a cave. It was in there, I knew it was. It had all started a few days ago. I had been in the attic of an old house, when I spotted an old map tacked to the wall. In the corner of the map, it told there would be great treasure at the end of the trail. I had taken the old map down and gotten ready to follow the path laid out for me. I had followed the map all the way to Cold Spring, NY. I had followed the map though the trees, stopping only one to eat the pie I had with me. There I was, standing at the mouth of a cave. Do I dare go in? Do I dare stay out?
Don't forget to share YOUR take on the prompt!
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