trying to escape writers blockSo I read this article about how to creatively escape writers block, so here is the exercise:trying to escape writers block in Personal More Like This
-Your two main characters have to change a flat tire, in the rain. (This exercise helps you to learn more about your characters through handling adversitywhich can be very telling!)
And here is the result
"What the hell was that?"
"It was a bloody good jolt, that's for certainI think you might've gone off the road for a minute."
"Of course I didn't go off the road, you pratI'm not that bad of a driver."
"That's a good laugh, Crow. I've got a damn prosthetic and I drive better than youwait, what the hell are you slowing down for?"
"I'm not slowing down! I haven't even taken my foot off the gas!"
"Well what does it look like we're doing? Sara, pull over, for Christ's sake, I think we've got a flat tire."
"Bollocks, we're fine."
"Look out your window: we're hardly even moving!"
"I can't see out because of the goddamn rain!"
"No need to pull over, then,
Understand "I see you don't understand the situation."Understand in Emotional More Like This
I don't understand. I can't understand. The pain you feel for such a person. I just can't. Even I don't understand why. Even though I don't know the whole situation, yet, I can't understand why.
"She's the first person I've opened up my heart to in such a long time."
She betrayed you. Threw you away like trash. You said this yourself and you still are loyal to her. Loyal to such a person. I try to understand but your logic isn't within my reach. It's frustrating but I try to understand.
I want to type the words out and send it to you, to comfort you and your broken soul. Even if it's to comfort you, to make it seem like there is someone out there in your reach, to understand you I can't lie in such a situation.
Silence ConsumesI can distinctively describe our first meeting. It was a cold rainy day, clouds hiding the sun, showing a gray tainted color on the earth. Nothing could have been less surprising from the city of Seattle. Standing near a bus stop in front of Starbucks, you could see the difference between Seattle folk and tourists. When it rained, we let the droplets touch our skin, letting it wash away our sentimental worries. Tourists on the other hand, panic like ants, holding an umbrella close to their skull so not one drop would ruin their sweaters. Seeing this always makes me laugh meekly as I took a sip of my cappuccino.Silence Consumes in Short Stories More Like This
Being the sixteen year old I was, I would observe my surroundings like there were a new adventure to explore. Then my eyes would fall upon a teen that looked around my age. Average short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a tall broad figure, which made him unbearably hard to miss. Silly as it may seem, we would stand at the bus stop every day, waiting for the bus. He would be li
Wingless AngelThere once was a woman who killed her own daughter.Wingless Angel in Short Stories More Like This
"Vile and worthless," She said when she was caught committing the crime. "That child has many sins over her head. Not listening to her mother and not doing as she's told. I didn't commit any crime. I just punished the person who did."
This 'mother' went to trial, but was soon released for the jury found her not guilty. After all, the prosecutor failed to present any evidence that this mother was guilty of murdering her own daughter. All he did was prove that she was insane which insane she was- which gave the opposing side a great advantage, for they wanted to prove that she needed mental help. She was soon released from the psychological hospital and was thrown back into the world.
She soon found a man that she loved dearly. He was someone that put her first and loved her newer self. When the time came, he proposed and they got married. It was her own happily ever after.
One day, they both agreed that they wanted a child. The w
I I hate myself.I in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore I'll be the bad guy,You Don't Have to Love Me Anymore in Romance More Like This
I'll take the black eye,
When I walk out,
You can slam the door,
I'll be the S.O.B,
If that's what you need from me,
So you don't have to love me anymore.
"You're being a wimp right now, White."
"Shut your trap up, Black. I know what I'm doing."
"No you don't. You're rushing into things like you always do."
"No I'm not. I have perfectly and thoroughly thought this through."
"Oh yeah? Have you told your mom yet?"
"Didn't think so,"
"Well at least I care enough to go looking for him!" The brunette screamed, shoving clothes into her backpack, clearly not thinking straight. "You kept information about his whereabouts from me when you knew I was looking for him. We need his help to save Unova. Why can't you just accept that fact?"
"We don't need his help, that's why." The brunet replied coldly, glaring down at White. "You just want him back to save the world because you think he has some good in him. He may not be the bad
The Hater Black hated his father, with a fiery passion. He hated his mother too, but with an extinguished fire that only leaves burns for reminders. Nothing felt real anymore. Truth felt like lies burning the inside of his heart like cool liquid acid.The Hater in General Fiction More Like This
“I love you.”
But how long will you love before you become to despise? To become enraged over the smallest situations that don’t make sense to anyone but yourself? The lies felt pleasant to Black. Like the smell of fresh tulips on a warm spring evening. At least he could twist the lies to make himself feel happiness. Even if it was for a short while.
“We both agreed to go our separate ways. But still stay the same for you.”
By all means, Black thought to himself, falling back onto his bed to stare up at the ceiling. Get a divorce if you want to. See if I care.
He did care.
Why Would You? Zoe walked to class with books pressed tightly against her chest. Walking silently down the corridor with her head memorized by the wall she walked by a group of girls who grabbed her backpack and yanked her to the floor. Her butt landed on the floor with a loud "THUD".Why Would You? in Emotional More Like This
Damn, now that's going to leave a mark.
The girls just laughed and pointed while she quickly tried picking up the books that lay scattered on the floor of the school corridor. Zoe felt the tears coming on.
Not in front of these freaks.
"What a loser."
"What a loser."
I pressed my pen against the lined paper and crossed out the sentence I had just taken three seconds of my life to write. As I sat completely uninterested by my biology teacher's lecture I had taken th