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I decided to organize a weekly creative writing exercise in the office to sharpen the skills of the writing pool. Everyone takes a turn inventing an exercise or a prompt.

The only general rule we've been using is that it should be doable in an hour or so. We've also tried to keep things fun.

Please feel free to share your own exercise efforts by leaving a comment. You can do that at the end of each exercise by clicking on 'Share your own effort'. Enjoy!

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Exercise 34 - Body Language

This week was my turn to supply the exercise.  My emailed instructions below.

 Write a "conversation" in which no words are said.  This exercise is meant to challenge you to work with gesture, body language , all the things we convey to each other without words.  We often learn more about characters in stories from the things characters do with their hands than from what they say.  There must be at least two characters involved.  Avoid describing the thoughts of the characters.  The story must be told only through the body language.  300 words at least.

Initially, I thought it would be a fun exercise, until I started writing my piece.  It took us all longer than two hours.  And we had to do our readings the following day because some of us still asked for more time and it was late in the day.

Anyway, below is my effort.

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The Stopover

Suddenly a car pulls over.  The tires squeal briefly then hits the shoulder.  Sun-drenched gravel is sprayed outward.  The car heaves to the front then back from the sudden deceleration.  

A door opens with a deliberate swing.  She emerges from the shade of the car's heavily tinted glass into the settling breeze of a fading afternoon.  Squinting from the sudden glare of an open sky, she rubs her eyes with bare hands.  It is not because of the sun however that she cries.  

Her steps unsure, she tramples a sparse floor of brittle leaves as she lumbers towards a shaded spot.  The tree however, offers only comfort from the sun.  Nothing more.

Another door opens, meekly though.  He slowly emerges and looks over his shoulder towards his companion.  Their eyes meet but then she quickly averts his gaze.  Farther away she trudges.  With purpose, he moves after her.

Shortly ahead, she rests.  Her shoulders heave with pained breathing.  He catches up with her.  He hesitates.  Slowly, he starts to extend an unsure hand to her shoulder.  As if on reflex, she jerks away stopping his gesture midway. Too late, he pulls back.  With clumsy movements she turns away from him and sinks her face in her delicate hands.  She shifts her weight awkwardly while masking her cries.  He pauses behind her.  His stance unsure.

The moment stretches slowly while yellow flowers dance at her feet.  Auburn leaves scramble aimlessly on the ground piercing the fragile silence with faint rustling.

From behind, he quietly leans his head on her nape, stooped like a repentant sinner which he was.  This time she allows the contact.  He extends a slow arm around her.   A lightly balled fist catches her attention.  Slowly, he unlocks his fingers to reveal yellow blossoms delicately perched within.  He lifts his head and shifts to peek over her shoulder.  

He spies the hints of a precious smile forming.

Posted at 11:35 am by bisoy


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