A Writers Tale

Day 13 Think of the worst pain you've ever felt. Now give your protagonist a papercut and over-exaggerate the pain using your own descriptions. I can't see through the streams of salty liquid spilling from my eyes, all that I see is a blur of colours and blemished shapes. My stomach is turning repeatedly as if I am going up and down at speed in a broken elevator and my heart is beating faster and harder than I ever knew could be humanly possible without going into cardiac arrest. I can hear the pulses of each beat in my ear drums. I have been sick twice already and I still feel nauseous. I have debated slicing my wrists to end the torture... "Down the river not across the stream" I remind myself, although people tell me that my actions would be extreme and that it would be selfish for me to take such drastic measures, but it hurts so much. I guess, instead I'll just curl up in a ball and snivel myself to sleep. Why would it come to this? How could I let th...

Sometimes the past can catch up with us, Sometimes good people are lead to do stupid and ridiculous things. Like feigning friendship in aid of revenge, Slithering snakes liable to infect you with venom, Who come to your side to drain you of your energy and resources, Claiming friendship is their goal when clearly being a thief of time is their one true calling, Preying on the goodness of one's heart, For the sake of what? To occupy their free time in hell. Sometimes people tread the waters of the unknown, They put themselves in situations they do not fully understand, Living free of responsibility, with a complete lack of understanding and drive, Summoning and making deals with entities for the good of the brotherhood. Yet not realising that what goes around comes around, Some people do a good job of creating illusions of happiness. They lead people into the depths, To find their doom and darkness, To be dragged down deep and to be sucked into the void. So the nex...

Day 11 You are now a dragon. Describe your hoard. Deep under the ocean surface I can be found, Guarding the tunnels of which lead to my mound, A mound of treasure, I speak of, you know, A mountain of precious gems, silver and gold. Let it be known there lies a deeper treasure than this, For the trinkets and shiny things may look most valuable to thee, But there is something much more precious to me, Deep within my hoard you see, lies my kindred, armoured eggs, a three. If one were to try swim to invade, I would snap at them with my gnarly teeth, For how dare they try to loot my keep! This is why I nest down in the deepest caverns of the sea, For there are not many who dare to venture so deep! Lucky for me, I have evolved like so, Many on the surface, know not what goes on below. They think me dead, they think me a myth, Just wait 'til my babies and I  are unleashed! We shall soar the skies once more, just wait and see... Until then believe not in me, ...

Day 10 Try to convince your reader that the mythological creature of your choosing exists. Why is it that in so many cultures... Chinese, Welsh, Indian, Japanese... there is this recognition of dragons? Where did the idea for the dragon even come from?  I often wonder this. When you look at the 12 zodiac animals within the Chinese culture... 11 are known, real, recognised animals... But then... there is the dragon sign... Unless they're referring to those little bearded dragons you can get as pets but they're hardly something to celebrate every year for a new years party... maybe the bearded dragons are all that remains of the original dragons... but over the years they've genetically evolved to be smaller, for whatever reason. Why,  in Wales have we decided to put a red dragon on our flag? Who came up with this design and what were they thinking? Something must have inspired this image of the dragon! On top of this there is evidence that even the ancient Greeks ...

Day 8 Take a nondescript sentence such as, "How are you?" Write the same line from at least five different points of view. "How are you?" You alright?  How are you feeling? Are you good? Are you okay? How do you feel today? Is everything okay? "What do you think?" Share your thoughts. Where does your mind wander? What is your opinion on the matter? Penny for your thoughts. He exchanged a confused glance as if requiring explanation/ What is on your mind? Where does that thought train go? Edit: I misunderstood what was meant by point of view "What do you think?" "What does he think?" "Where did her mind wander?" "What did I think?" "What were they thinking?" "What is on your mind?" Taken from: 30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 7 Spoil the ending of your favourite movie without any context. And just like that, the last mortal man on Earth drew his last breath, with the entirety of the immortal new world watching on the big screen.  This is the precise moment where time began to reverse.  The Big Crunch. Nemo Nobody's eyes open once again, everyone and everything around him is happening backwards. He met this backwards nature of time with so much joy and understanding..  A smile overtook his face and a hard, choppy yet contagious laughter followed.  "Here we go again!" Taken from: 30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 6 Think of your favourite food. Try to make it sound as disgusting as possible. Forced to eat this godforsaken meal yet again.  Who ever decided to mix all these saucy ingredients all together in one dish was an absolute imbecile, it just seems to melt on a plate... A sad excuse for a meal! That blend of acidic, garlic-y, tomato sauce and mince meat... Such a disgusting mix. It just ends up being a chewy gooey pile upon your plate and don't get me started on the mushrooms! Who the heck decided to pick a fungus and cut it up and eat it! It's like chewing on slugs for god sake! As if it couldn't get any worse the Italians were silly enough to make sheets of pasta! As if pasta wasn't annoying enough to eat in the first place, with it's chewy and chalky texture... it doesn't even taste of anything! Blech! Why anyone would cook with pasta, I will never know... what a way to ruin a perfectly good mixture of ingredients!  This brings me to m...

Day 5 The last liquid you drank has turned your protagonist into a superhero. What do your character's new powers allow him or her to do? Many of Sana's friends wondered why she never came out on the weekends when they invited her. They had all imagined her to be the type to order 'whisky on the rocks' by pushing ahead of a queue and shouting across a busy bar, nonchalantly. They imagined her to be the sort to shamelessly flirt with those mildly threatening, yet ruggedly handsome biker men playing pool at the pool table that nobody was ever able to play at because they always seemed to hog it. She seemed like the type of individual who would add fire to any evening and make it just that little bit more exciting than a standard night on the town. But the truth is, Sana couldn't drink alcohol... one drop of it did horrific things to her. Now, I am not talking the usual horrific, alcohol-induced type of thing; like turning into a blithering idiot falling ov...

Day 4 Imagine that your protagonist has just turned into a statue. Describe his or her thoughts. Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be a statue? Maybe your first thoughts lead towards the horror of not being able to move or maybe you take a more comical stance at the thought of suffering an itchy arse and being hopeless to scratch it, pure torture... Absolutely petrifying. A statue. A solid, inanimate, unchanging structure. Completely devoid of movement and feeling. In the middle of the abandoned building stuck with its arms mid-wave in the air, like a crazed chimpanzee protecting a young-ling; was the Statue of Sana. Her feet were firmly glued and grounded on the rocky surface that she stood upon and her face was stuck with an expression conveying complete confusion, one brow furrowed the other slightly up from it’s usual place. Her mouth was open and curved down as if she had been mid-way saying, ‘What the f***!’ at the time that the stoney illness first began...

Day 3 Now send your character to his or her grumpy grandmother's house for a visit. Write the scene of your character's arrival. Sana glanced out of the car window at the blurred forestry on her way to Granny Dot’s home that afternoon. Family duty was one of the most tedious lifestyle necessities in her opinion, but yet here she was, on her way to her demented grandmothers home like a good little red-riding hood. She didn’t very much like people, granny was no exception to that  rule . All humans were pretty much the same from Sana’s point of view, we all bleed, shit, cry and we’re all so darn needy. The last time Sana had seen her grandmother, she had been force fed tea cakes and jammy dodgers by the thousands, she had been made to sit on the old net curtain style sofa chair, sipping at a china cat mug of tea and feigning interest at Granny’s absolute shock that her good friend Dorris had fallen down the stairs and broke her fragile little old lady hips, resulting in 5 we...