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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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Write an Obama Speech
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Character Sketch
An Article of Clothing
The Truth
Press Release
Creative Description
Paired Fiction Writing
Connecting Ideas
Writing in Persona
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Interior Monologue
Body Language
Alternate Ending
Book Cover
Horror Writing
Dialogue 3
Dialogue 2
Nanofiction Writing
Writing Without Adjectives
Love Letters
Fictional Monologue
TV Show Opening Monologue
Short Story, Object as Narrator
Speech Writing
Tongue Twister
Suspense and Emotion
Describe and Compose
Poetic Confession
Application letter
Essays of Absurdities
Dialogue with Self
Imaginative Writing
Short Story from Cartoon
Five Random Words
Letter of Complaint

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Exercise 8 - Poetic confession

Write a poem (lyric, sonnet, freeverse, prose poem-- whatever you want) in which you confess to a crime you didn’t commit. You can create the circumstances – perhaps you’re talking to a priest, or you’re being interrogated by police. In the poem narrate and describe the events leading up to your crime.


Goodluck and enjoy.




Suffer, yet again I suffer

Except pain I clearly have not

So I kneel, torment I must feel

But for whom I know not


Feel sorry with no comprehension

For misdeeds with no clear intention

Spine quakes and bones shiver

Be it fear or be it pleasure?


‘Tis a burning, much too strong

‘Tis within me, thus I long

To spread my fury and all hell

A world of wrath we belong


Entranced, yet again I’m entranced

But for bliss still my gut in a knot

Muted screams, anguished stares

Witness ruin with nary a care


‘Tis a burning, much too strong

‘Tis my doing, ‘tis my song

To spread my fury and all hell

A world of wrath we belong

Posted at 06:18 pm by bisoy

August 6, 2008   11:56 PM PDT
This is way cool!

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