Writer's Block

Writer's Block? This is my solution. Long story short; cut up pieces of paper and write words on it. Whether it's an object or location, write it. Fold it up so you can't see and place into a bottle (or any kind of container you can shake up). Whenever you feel as if you want to write but can't, shake it up. Pick one out and write about it. These are my pieces, but feel free to submit yours!

[bottleblock]

Toilet - okay.. um..

Emma stood in the bathroom, her hands on the cold sink as she shouted at herself.

"Pull yourself together, Emma." she mumbled.

With an instant, the public door flung open and another girl stomped in with panda eyes. Sniffles echoed in the bathroom as soon as the door closed, the bass of the music being switched off.

"Are you alright?" she asked, not knowing why she was.

The girl nodded, wiping her tears on her sleeves as she tried not to let her eyes glaze over again. Then, she put our her hand.

"I'm Kayleigh."

And that's how I met the love of my life.

[bottleblock]

Foundation.

Rocks are a good foundation. They're strong and don't mind things being built on them. The earth is general is a bit like that, actually. When you really think about it, the entire world is a good foundation. Bugs and bacteria and water are all things that we would be screwed without. They're a strong, solid foundation for us the build upon, either with more complex life forms such as humans in general, or physically, with skyscrapers for fancy CEOs and tiny little houses on the outskirts of cities that are warm and snug - homely.

- Ruth, day 4.

[bottleblock]

On a Plane

The doors closed, the illuminated green seatbelt light lit up, heads against chairs as the engines roared. She wasn't the best on planes; too claustrophobic for a girl like herself. Her senses would rather be exploring the depths of a forest or city she'd just discovered. Then again, plane's lead her to different destinations and different pre-memories. The good obviously outweighs the bad.

High heeled, orange coated, short skirted women appeared from behind the curtains. Their hands motioned the exits in the cheesy "Exits are here, here and here!" style which we all take the mickey out of. 

Then, a few moments later, the engines roared. Motion fired into action as the plane began it's millionth journey. One single mistake could lead to fatalities, the thin line being in the sharp hands of the pilot. 

Speed slapped her in the face as she closed her eyes, the plane defying gravity as the pit of her stomach raised with the humongous monster as the earth below cried out. Her eyes opened, turned towards to window and her lips became a smile as the little lights below sparkles in the moonlight.

~Rosie 

[bottleblock]

Ears. (oh, this is gonna be a good one.)

Ears are weird. You have these stupid flaps of skin and cartilage on the sides of your head that don't do much to help your hearing. They always struck me as strange. They're good for piercing, though. And stretching.

Stretched ears, on the other hand, are very cool. Steel tunnels, wooden carvings, acrylic tapers, and silicone plugs are all brilliant. See, this is where I'd really like to rant and rave on about discrimination against modification, but that's definitely not the purpose of the bottle block.

- Ruth, day 3.

[bottleblock]

Froth. (don't laugh.)

When I think of froth, the first thing that comes into my head is coffee. A nice, tall vanilla latté. The smell of Costa at Christmas time, or Starbucks in the spring. I used to go and sit in there and write on my iPod with a coffee and a croissant to keep me company, writing stories about the people around me.

The second thing that comes into my mind when I think of froth is the foam floating on the water of the river down in the fields. It's a quiet stream, really. Quite deep in places, though. I remember when I first started going down there into the woods, perching on the fallen tree that formed a bridge from one side to the other, watching the pale green stuff ride the sluggish current, passing over the mossy green slime. And then, further down the river, where the two tall oak trees stood tall and strong, the foam collected, forming a thin layer of strangely smelling white stuff.

- Ruth, day 2.

[bottleblock]

Conference.

You'd think that with all the evil in the world, the UN would hold more conferences.

I mean, don't get me wrong, recycling and climate change are all super important topics, but seriously, people in Africa are dying of starvation while people in America die of obesity. That's just not right.

There's something about conferences that just seems a little awkward to me, really. I think if I were a business person, I'd wind up sitting there terrified, surrounded by corporate minions, wondering why i was even there. Surely the whole purpose of conferences is to work things out, right ? Well, how is that supposed to happen if the creative minds are afraid to voice their ideas ? I know I wouldn't utter a single word while those ravens of the industry were watching me.

The dictionary says that a conference can be an exchange of views. Does that mean that an event as small as a pub discussion on killer whales in captivity or the corruption of the UK government would count ? I guess I always thought conferences were for banks.

[bottleblock]

Penny

It's funny how pennies are passed around through generations of people in a matter of months. Whether you hand it to a child as a keepsake or it rattles out of the slot machines at Yarmouth. Germ-infested pieces of copper or nickel which to us, are worth more than anything. One hundred of them can buy a can of drink; a thousand of them buying a DVD or two.

The thing is, we don't think about what money is as an object. We class it as priceless. People spend £10 on half a shilling which once upon a time was a worker's wage for a day. It's a piece of nickel which we labelled. What more is it? What about a piece of paper which is printed on with a fancy little hologram on? It could burn in seconds.

I suppose it's better we don't over think these things. Someone has to, though.