Writing Exercise #5
November 16th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Writing prompt:
There’s a pill out there that gives you godlike powers.
“I don’t understand…so this pill turns you into God?”
“Well, sorta. I mean, you get to be god-like for an hour or so, but it wears off. Look man, you said you wanted to experience something crazy and wild your last night out. This is the cream of the crop right here.”
Writing Exercise #4
October 25th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
The idea behind this exercise is to write a scene without any dialogue tags or external descriptions. Everything must be told through dialogue. The goal is to make it so that the reader can always tell who is speaking and follow the story. If you feel like commenting, I would love to know if you’re able to tell how many characters are in the scene, where they are, and if you can follow who is speaking.
“Can’t we talk somewhere more…private?”
“Oh relax Suul, sit down, have a drink! Enjoy yourself! Hey, sweet cheeks! Let’s have a round for me and my friend here!”
“Good Gods Trean, are you trying to get caught?”
“You need to relax more. Look, we’ve got a new girl performing tonight. I can arrange a private party for you later if you like.”
“If you’re not interested in doing business, I’m leaving.”
Writing Exercise #3
October 20th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Writing Exercise: Develop a religion where people worship something that no one would ever worship in our world. And it can’t be silly.
These people worship Rhythm and Vibration. They believe that their deity manifests itself through vibration. It’s not all sound that’s sacred–it’s specific rhythmic vibrations. The longer, louder, and slower, the better. They believe that the chaotic noises of nature (e.g. wind, thunder, quakes, etc) are their God fighting the Silence. The Silence seeks to still everything, and stop all life. These people believe that the human heartbeat was given to mankind as a reminder and connection to God. They believe that the Silence seeks to quiet their rhythm by causing chaos in man’s soul. Sin causes the harmony of their own rhythm to fall out of sync with their God’s rhythm.
Writing Execise #1
October 9th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Here’s my first writing exercise. The prompt was “The prince has gone missing.”
Tendrin stumbled out of the brothel and into the frigid night. He cursed to himself as he pulled his long cloak tighter in a vain effort to keep out the harsh cold. It was the kind of bitter, stabbing cold that chilled a man’s very soul and removed all hope of ever being warm again. Being cold forever was a fear that tugged at the back of Tendrin’s mind often as of late. The nights were growing longer and the chill was getting colder. It wasn’t the topic of polite conversation, but people still whispered about it. In back rooms and around private bar tables rumors abounded that the time of The Long Night was finally at hand.
