Quick Writes
In my marketing class we've been doing weekly quick writes since the start of the year. At the start of every class, we're given a prompt and five minutes to type up something related to that prompt. It's helped me develop as a writer, as I have to quickly plot out a story and characters for the story.
Here are a few that I think are my best, so far
Staring at My Reflection:
Staring at my reflection, I could not see much. The mirror was oddly dull and indefinite, and while it was certainly my reflection for it moved when I did, I could not distinguish any features upon this reflection’s face beyond the most vague.
So, I left and returned to the mirror with a dish towel, which I had dampened. I wiped away at the mirror, and thought it clean, but when I looked into it again, again I only saw a dull visage, devoid of definition and specificity.
I cleaned the mirror more, looking right at it, when I noticed a thing most disconcerting. The reflection was not mirroring my movements at all. So, recoiling in fear, I backed away from the mirror, grabbed the nearest object, in this event it was a simple oak cane, and broke the loathsome mirror.
I made sure to thoroughly collect the shards afterward, and spent my evening melting the fragments in my hearth. It was for the best, I felt. Even if the mirror screamed as I had broken it, and whimpered as I burned it.
It was for the best.
The Famous Five:
The famous five. All five of them. Well, famous was maybe overselling it. Sure, they were the best people at pool in town, but that was just in town. Only Ricky had ever gone to a state tournament, and he never said how well he did when he came back. Still, they were famous to the rest of us.
And maybe that’s why everyone was there to watch that game on Friday night, between all of them. The football game had been cancelled for the local high school, so it’s not like there was anything better to do either.
The game was tense and masterful, and the pool they played was the best any of us had ever seen. They clashed like greek titans on a battlefield, trading blow for blow as balls were sunk into the pockets, and games were won and lost.
By their last game, almost everyone had gone home. It was about 11. I was still there, with my friend Jim. Ricky won that last game, and then the five shook hands and went home.
They never met up again like that, but that was alright. Sometimes, things only happen once. And never again.
On the way to School:
On the way to school, we ran out of road. It was there, and then it was just grass bordered by trees, with no civilization in sight. We kept driving, and while there was no road the ride was smooth.
Nobody Believed Us:
Nobody believed us, and I didn’t blame them for it.
The very idea of what we saw out in the woods, so far from town, was troubling, troubling.
A large, almost as tall as our windmill, metallic thing, gracefully and unnaturally stumbling, from which a discordant and nauseous sound came?
I too would reject such an idea, if I had not seen it for myself, but unfortunately for my fellows and I, and our respective dreams, we did see it.
We saw it, and we were struck not just with its immense size, its body or its sound, but by the very fact it existed like this. We could not begin to grasp at the implications.
So we ran back to town, and no one believed us.
And now, as I hide in our cellar, I hear that tune again.
Nobody believed us.
But it wouldn’t have changed anything, anyways.
Here are a few that I think are my best, so far
Staring at My Reflection:
Staring at my reflection, I could not see much. The mirror was oddly dull and indefinite, and while it was certainly my reflection for it moved when I did, I could not distinguish any features upon this reflection’s face beyond the most vague.
So, I left and returned to the mirror with a dish towel, which I had dampened. I wiped away at the mirror, and thought it clean, but when I looked into it again, again I only saw a dull visage, devoid of definition and specificity.
I cleaned the mirror more, looking right at it, when I noticed a thing most disconcerting. The reflection was not mirroring my movements at all. So, recoiling in fear, I backed away from the mirror, grabbed the nearest object, in this event it was a simple oak cane, and broke the loathsome mirror.
I made sure to thoroughly collect the shards afterward, and spent my evening melting the fragments in my hearth. It was for the best, I felt. Even if the mirror screamed as I had broken it, and whimpered as I burned it.
It was for the best.
The Famous Five:
The famous five. All five of them. Well, famous was maybe overselling it. Sure, they were the best people at pool in town, but that was just in town. Only Ricky had ever gone to a state tournament, and he never said how well he did when he came back. Still, they were famous to the rest of us.
And maybe that’s why everyone was there to watch that game on Friday night, between all of them. The football game had been cancelled for the local high school, so it’s not like there was anything better to do either.
The game was tense and masterful, and the pool they played was the best any of us had ever seen. They clashed like greek titans on a battlefield, trading blow for blow as balls were sunk into the pockets, and games were won and lost.
By their last game, almost everyone had gone home. It was about 11. I was still there, with my friend Jim. Ricky won that last game, and then the five shook hands and went home.
They never met up again like that, but that was alright. Sometimes, things only happen once. And never again.
On the way to School:
On the way to school, we ran out of road. It was there, and then it was just grass bordered by trees, with no civilization in sight. We kept driving, and while there was no road the ride was smooth.
After about five minutes, I noticed that the fuel gauge had stopped going down. So we kept driving forwards through this nigh-endless stretch of impossible woods, trying to not panic, to just keep going. Stopping now was almost sure to lead to something, good or bad, and we didn’t want to take that risk. We also didn’t want to crash either, leaving us stranded.
The best we could do then, was keep driving. Rubber met grass again and again, and the car radio eventually faded to static. The trees surrounding us started to thin out as we went further, until we were driving along an endless plain of grass. We kept going.
We’re still going.
I don’t know if we can stop.
The Person Behind Me in Line:
The person behind me in line was staring at me. I wondered why.
I paid for my groceries and walked to the parking lot, and as I turned around I saw they were still staring at me.
They followed me out of the store, not even bothering to pay. Staring at me.
I sped up, quickly throwing my groceries in my car. I turned on the ignition and got going.
They kept following.
We’re still going.
I don’t know if we can stop.
The Person Behind Me in Line:
The person behind me in line was staring at me. I wondered why.
I paid for my groceries and walked to the parking lot, and as I turned around I saw they were still staring at me.
They followed me out of the store, not even bothering to pay. Staring at me.
I sped up, quickly throwing my groceries in my car. I turned on the ignition and got going.
They kept following.
Nobody Believed Us:
Nobody believed us, and I didn’t blame them for it.
The very idea of what we saw out in the woods, so far from town, was troubling, troubling.
A large, almost as tall as our windmill, metallic thing, gracefully and unnaturally stumbling, from which a discordant and nauseous sound came?
I too would reject such an idea, if I had not seen it for myself, but unfortunately for my fellows and I, and our respective dreams, we did see it.
We saw it, and we were struck not just with its immense size, its body or its sound, but by the very fact it existed like this. We could not begin to grasp at the implications.
So we ran back to town, and no one believed us.
And now, as I hide in our cellar, I hear that tune again.
Nobody believed us.
But it wouldn’t have changed anything, anyways.
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