One of my favorite types of writing is freewriting. Freewrites are, for those of you who don't know, stories written within a time limit based on a prompt. The prompt is usually a sentence or two, or a picture. Of course, they're NOT very good, and they're short, usually dark, and end in suspense/the main character dying. But they're fun to write, and they're fast. For example:
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The prompt: The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill.
The story:
The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill. One obviously a young woman, her silhouette elegant and queenly. Another a warrior, fierce and strong. A boy, the light revealing a wise, mature face. And lastly, a girl, dressed in the clothes of a servant. How the four came together, and how their story continues from here, I will tell you. That is what storytellers do, no?
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Lady Louise curtsied, her grace in every gesture. The party was full of nobles, royalty and courtiers. But Louise's mind was far off, deep in one of the books she loved.
Sir Eric stood in a corner of the party, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was wary, almost distant, in conversation, but watchful and careful. Danger was near that night.
Larkin laid another tray of food on the long table, daring to glance around the room. Her pen would retrace it all later. Three people caught her eye. The Lady Louise, a strange knight, and a boy.
Trestin's bright blue eyes widened as he stepped into the large hall. It was his first big party, and he wanted to see everything.
Until...
A crash came from the kitchen. Larkin turned to it. That was no little kitchen spill. That was the unmistakable clash of weapons. Larkin's heart raced. They couldn't have found her, not after all she did to hide.
Sir Eric drew his sword at the first sound of battle. His boots made little noise as he raced across the marble floor. He couldn't let them get away. Not with revenge do close.
Louise instinctively reached for her hidden knife. "Who..." she murmured, but it was a question she knew the answer to. "No." she whispered, as if it would do something, stop her fears from happening before her eyes.
Trestin heard it all. He pulled out his long knife and followed the knight, his curiosity replacing common sense.
If only the boy had known what that small action would start.
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I wrote that a while back for a freewrite party. Oh! I forgot to explain the parties. In short, it's a group of people who all get on Skype at a specified time and do a couple rounds of freewrites. I love them, because I love how we all interpret the prompt differently and have different styles and ideas. :D
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The prompt: The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill.
The story:
The glow of the light rose far above the skyline, illuminating the figures on the hill. One obviously a young woman, her silhouette elegant and queenly. Another a warrior, fierce and strong. A boy, the light revealing a wise, mature face. And lastly, a girl, dressed in the clothes of a servant. How the four came together, and how their story continues from here, I will tell you. That is what storytellers do, no?
*****
Lady Louise curtsied, her grace in every gesture. The party was full of nobles, royalty and courtiers. But Louise's mind was far off, deep in one of the books she loved.
Sir Eric stood in a corner of the party, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was wary, almost distant, in conversation, but watchful and careful. Danger was near that night.
Larkin laid another tray of food on the long table, daring to glance around the room. Her pen would retrace it all later. Three people caught her eye. The Lady Louise, a strange knight, and a boy.
Trestin's bright blue eyes widened as he stepped into the large hall. It was his first big party, and he wanted to see everything.
Until...
A crash came from the kitchen. Larkin turned to it. That was no little kitchen spill. That was the unmistakable clash of weapons. Larkin's heart raced. They couldn't have found her, not after all she did to hide.
Sir Eric drew his sword at the first sound of battle. His boots made little noise as he raced across the marble floor. He couldn't let them get away. Not with revenge do close.
Louise instinctively reached for her hidden knife. "Who..." she murmured, but it was a question she knew the answer to. "No." she whispered, as if it would do something, stop her fears from happening before her eyes.
Trestin heard it all. He pulled out his long knife and followed the knight, his curiosity replacing common sense.
If only the boy had known what that small action would start.
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I wrote that a while back for a freewrite party. Oh! I forgot to explain the parties. In short, it's a group of people who all get on Skype at a specified time and do a couple rounds of freewrites. I love them, because I love how we all interpret the prompt differently and have different styles and ideas. :D
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