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[powered-by-imagination]

Friday Five

Write a piece that contains the following five elements:

a computer

the colour blue

a deadline

rap (music)

an old friend

[drunk-on-writing]

"eureka!"

it’s funny how i always thought i would die without you, yet here we are; the days have turned to months to years and i’m doing just fine without you by my side maybe i didn’t need you as badly as i once believed

(cc, 2021)

[craftyallie-blog]

Every time!

[tearsofthelost]

I'm bored. Have prose.

The soft tune of jazz filtered its way through the slow humming of the coffee machines. Wind sat in the corner, a cup of latte in her hand. She looked out of the glass window, the drops of morning dew still slick on the pane. It was early, and Autumn had just finished setting up the cafe. The streets were still empty, a little wet from the light drizzle outside. Hot steam rose in white spirals around the cold air as Wind swirled her coffee cup. She took a sip, eyes closing, feeling the warmth slide down her throat. Her lips curled up slowly, simple happiness from a slow morning.

[myalphabetinmotion]

Touch Me.

A love story written to the tips of my fingers. How often in a day do they touch my chapping lips and each other, weaving in and around; the only parts of my body that never cease to travel. Exploration is a five-prong contract and the occasional mis-joint. And what a knot they can form. In recent days, they have been making love to guitar strings and it is turning them hard but only because it must. Raw is not a language. The chipping nails have once clawed against the inside of my teeth begging to be less than they are. And the tapping of cartilage on piano keys haunts me still. I cannot forget the sacred lust that these fingers have torched in passion. One of the safest places, warm and pure, I have found them is inside another woman and though they have no voice they may surely moan.   Sometimes synthetic blankets cover them so I can tell where I end and they begin, but the smell chips off daily and it never really keeps them warm. Always slightly detached, chilled. - November 5/12

[desertbuoy-blog]

Mel's 30 Days of Character Development: Day 25

I was doing some outlining for Tunnel Vision today during class, and one of my teachers came up to me and asked, "Is that your novel?"

For a second, I was confused as to how he even knew I was writing a novel and then I was kind of embarrassed by the fact that people thought I was actually writing a novel (because I don't like to think that I could endeavor to actually write something as incredible as a novel, so I usually just tell people I'm writing a story. Just a simple story. To keep expectations low and all that) but I said, "Yes" and continued on my merry way outlining.

But then my teacher asked me how it was going along, and I had to admit that it was not getting along well. Mostly because it seems all I ever do for it is outline and there isn't much progression with it because I just can't figure it out for some reason.

My teacher said something about how I needed to experience closure and use that experience to fuel my inspiration--although thinking about it now, he probably thinks I'm writing a story about teenagers in high school and in love who are struggling in this world and blah blah blah, which is really not my story at all--but I couldn't say I didn't agree with him, so I nodded and said, "Hopefully I figure this out soon."

I always feel like I'm on the brink of a breakthrough with this project. I know one of the biggest problems I have with it right now is my main antagonist isn't much of an antagonist. She has a motivation, she has a misguided way of thinking where her intentions are pure but her means of attaining her goal is kind of wayside (which is my favorite kind of motive for a villain), but other than that she isn't much of a threat to my protagonist. I need something greater, a force beyond her that will actually endanger or compromise my protagonist. But I can't really think of one.

Hopefully this summer, after I have graduate high school and there is no AP work that needs to be done and three actual whole months I can enjoy instead of the six weeks my high school considers 'summer', I'll have time to sit down and think about this hard and complexly so I can have something exceptional to work on instead of, like, the fanfiction I have been writing for all my life.

Anyway, here is Mel's twenty-fifth day of development:

Describe your character’s hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?

Mel has relatively large hands for a girl, and smooth hands compared to all her thieves. She doesn'tdomuch. She's a planner and she has people who work for her. She has engineers who are putting the tunnels back together, and of course she has the thieves to steal for her. She does typing, but you don't really get callouses from typing, do you?

Mel is not a worker. She is a doer, but she's not a worker.