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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.



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Speech Writing
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Describe and Compose
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Five Random Words
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6.10.06
Exercise 9 - Describe and compose

What do you see in the picture?  Give at least 5 descriptions then use those descriptions to write something be it a poem, short story, etc.

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Shocking, roaring, smoke, horror, raging, fire

 

The burning

 

The muffled noise seemed like an incessant buzzing much like that which you hear in a bee farm.  The closer I ran to it, the louder it grew until I could almost make out the individual voices that made up the wall of sound I was about to pierce. 

 

Finally I was through the tunnel and then suddenly the shocking vista of the full stadium exploded all around me.  The whole world was now literally watching in celebratory spirits and rising in a crescendo as I ran the final lap carrying the flaming torch emblematic of the Olympic spirit. 

 

This was a flame that was ignited from Mt. Olympus itself in Greece as tradition had demanded.  It has made the journey halfway around the globe, passing hands literally and symbolically in a chain of athletes in different countries until at last finding its way here to the heart of my proud city. 

 

This was my moment in history.  This was the crowning achievement of my athletic career.  As I ran the final steps up towards the intricately crafted tower I was to ignite, the roaring of the thousands upon thousands of people grew increasingly louder until I could almost feel through my tired soles the vibration of the excited stadium.

 

At last, I reached the landing and with a confident prance, I slowly turned to face the crowd, my countrymen, and the whole world.  I paused for dramatic effect.  The anticipation swelled like a thick heavy air slowing my movements and my very perception of every moment and every minute muscle movement I now took.  This last swing of the torch, igniting the stadium's flame was to mark the official start of the games.

 

Everyone sensed it now.  The time had finally come.  Years of tradition was about to be replayed before the crowd and the entire global community in an extravagant tableau with me as the main player.  The crowd toned down in anticipation.  I knew then my moment had come. 

 

And then it happened.  My arm, sore and numb from the long hours of running and carrying the torch, suddenly gave up.  With a dull thud, the heavy torch landed in front of me, spilling its contents and extinguishing the flame.  Only a black dull smoke now rose from what remained of my load.

 

Everyone looked at me with horror.  I had killed the flame of history.  I felt the dread rise within me.  At that moment, I looked around and felt exactly like I was burning in the middle of a raging forest fire.


Posted at 11:33 am by bisoy

 

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