For those of you who don't know (and most of you probably don't), I've been taking a Creative Writing Workshop for my second semester at school.
Let me tell you it's been the best thing EVER.
The teacher is wonderful (she's helping me edit AGW), and the people who are also taking it are great authors and I always gain inspiration on how to expand my own writing.
Sometimes I've been struck with a great writing prompt, and I've decided to share them with you. If they inspire you then I'll be more than happy! I'll try to give you the prompt that goes with it too. Some of these are edited, but most are not.
Hope you enjoy! :)
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(Personal Narrative: draft C - final copy)
-Sour Rounds-
I pop an ice breaker into my mouth, then reposition my hands on the Nintendo DS. Mentally preparing myself, I move my character forward, the game recognizing my presence as the boss slowly appears in the dank mist shrouding his green body. His eyes flash red as he snarls at me, “How dare you come before me!” Outside the game, I sigh as I huddle deeper beneath the quilts, fighting out the winter cold. I already knew why he was angry, it was the whole point of the plot. Anticipation pumps through my veins as he goes on to monologue his evil master plan that was doomed to fail, ending with the the declaration that I could never stop him.
The one-sided conversation closes with the swirling image-of-death as my party and I enter the fight; who knew how long it would last. Sticking another ice breaker into my mouth, I plan out the first round of battle: attack, attack, buff, buff. Straightforward and simple, it was four against one.
Rounds slip by timelessly as some more ice breakers enter and dissolve in my mouth. Heavy damage is dealt and I that find my healer, the key to my survival, the only chance to live out my victory, has fallen greatly in health. How could I not have noticed!? A rush of adrenalin is released into my bloodstream and matches the erratic thumping of my heart. Not blinking, lest it be the cause of my ultimate downfall, I force my shaking fingers to be still as stone as I reset my battle tactics for defense and healing.
As the next round incurs the boss hits a critical on my warrior, who is another key to my survival and victory. His health drops nearly half and a rain of curses slip from my mouth. To stop them I eat another ice breaker - it’s burst of intense sour unable to register through my screaming heartbeat. Panic grips my nerves, twisting them beneath my skin into fierce knots that churn my stomach, now home to a nest of worms that are not satisfied with their new living situation.
I have regained my footing and my health is nearly max. There is no health-bar for the boss, but I presume the battle is half over. I can do this, to be champion over him is my destiny, I’ve prepared for so long for this one moment of shining glory as -
Don’t critical again, Mr. Boss!
Anxiety and the fact that it’s one a.m. doesn’t aid my trembling hands. Another ice breaker enters my mouth by shaking, sweaty fingers. I rub my hands on the old patchwork quilt, the nylon doing everything but drying them, and shift my legs and feet to a more comfortable, cooler position so I can focus. My mind whirls as I set the next round of fighting; everything is happening so fast!
I attack and heal, attack and heal. More time flies by, and my fingers grope the ice breaker’s container. When they feel nothing save the chalky plastic I nearly drop the DS, picking up the small round holder. I flip open both sides as my raw mouth craves the taste of sour watermelon. Yet I find it empty, and this is almost as bad as dying.
No.
Calm.
Focus.
I shove the container aside and turn back to the fight, but my mind is nowhere near when the blue lightning flash of the boss’s magical attack hits the entire party. I, in the state of mind that forces out my idiocy, have all my characters attack. Just plain attack. A suicidal move, but I have accepted my predictable failure.
B O O M !
The screen flashes whites for a moment, then the boss falls by the point of my warriors sword. I’m frozen still in shock for a moment, then do a silent cheer as to not wake my parents. Excessive relief washes over me as my head spins. I collapse against the pillows, ignoring the sweat that is now ice covering my body. Why was I freaking out anyway? I knew I could take him. A small laugh escaped my lips as I realize the probable main cause of my accentuated stress:
The ice breakers.
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(Ode - an edited copy)
-Ode To The Harp-
Sitting in the corner
Dust settling
You must be sung
Against me, we us,
together
Your graceful, oh resonating
noise
My hands resting upon
your untouchable life
A song only we know.
Stars shift into harmony
Words fade out
Fabric torn
Brought as one
The darkness within you
Each note, a star
Crescendo
Burst
Spinning spectrum
Oceans of blue
My blood red
Stars turn
Threads connected
Only we know
I am trapped within you
until
the
end
Soft notes drift
Snow cold, their touch
burning
Solid earth, building mountains
And dripping rain drops
The infinite sky sings along
Rough metal
Fingertips calloused
Smooth nylon
Frayed gut between
Each a different star
Each a different life
Together
Harmony
Sailing on luscious wind
Tapered scopes
Shimmering
Notes fly
Together, just us
against the world
Crescendo, again
Second burst
Slowly
my blood curdles
A life falls
Gone.
I weep, I am sorry
I've pushed us too hard
The universe fades
Replaced by a dull room of green carpets
and frostbitten windows.
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(English assignment, "modern" spin off of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.)
-Journey to Stormwind City-
Now it was a sunny day, as the band began to play
Some happy tunes two months before May
Reds, blues, purples, and yellows are scattered
Woman rush to hide eggs that had been colored
Now Noblegarden of Easter is a fun-filled time
All the races, for one day, abort their crimes
Among three cities, that all stand fair and true
There is only one that four can travel to
Now on this trip are four pilgrims who happen to be
Not exactly of the right compatibility
There’s the Blood Elf of Eversong Woods
She would glower all day if she could
A Night Elf of Teldrassil is of company too
He shoots off an arrow, fast and true
Worgen in wolf form, well from Gilneas
This journey she hopes to dearly cherish
The last in company is the least bit vile
A Pandren from the Wandering Isle
The four don’t recall how they came to be
Yet together they are, their story told by me
Blood Elves and Night Elves have distant relations
But their races come from the same creation
Once all in unity, they fought for freedom
Magic was what tore apart their kingdom
Blood Elves left and inhabited a great city
Silvermoon holds what they call clarity
The Blood Elf is ruthless, her sword longing to cut
Off the legs of her enemies, leaving them stuck
Green glowing eyes, they never stop searching
For their final target, her heart beyond hurting
Aching inside her, her flesh beats pure
But the arcane changed that, and there is no cure
Red hair straight, over her shoulders pulled back
She stands quite tall, her body nothing to lack
A pointed face, like a mongoose it is
Glaring back and forth, don’t give her a quiz
Knowledge bursts about her mind
And curiously it made a rather fun ride
When she didn’t banter with the old of her kind
She whispered stories that made us less blind
Virtue and honor she holds close to her heart
And all blame are to those she departs
Those, however, are left rather dead
Sometimes shoulders, feet, or even their head
Her soul is, I’m sorry to say
Tainted by evil to this very day
The Night Elf, like his brethren
Are the quiet type, now and again
When he did not snap at his distant sister
He would tend our formidable blisters
For fear of separation is something he had
And his claustrophobia was also quite bad
Of beetles and snakes and red paw bears
On the other hand his sister really didn’t care
A bow on his back and a quiver nearby
He was less likely to fight than to sit there and cry
A bowman he is and remains to be
Four foxes he shot from up in a tree
But when night rolled around
After the horses were tethered and bound
To be a watchman he was not to keen
Saying he preferred rather not to be seen
An argument broke out, between whom I’ll have you guess
It resulted in one night of sleeplessness
With pale blue skin and eyes for night
Not a movement slips past his sight
He does not speak knowledge to pass the time
Rather he glares at the Blood Elf for her “crime”
A noble Worgen is the third member
Her pain strikes a fearful ember
Struggles of memories will never leave her heart
She searches for a new way to start
After watching the downfall of her city
She chose a soul of sympathy and pity
No grudge she holds, she seeks those in need
And so far it’s something she succeeds
She’s traveled to every home
Of both ally and foe
She seeks to do good to amend what she lost
She left all bad behind, that was the only cost
Family and friends, partners in battle
Shivering tales that make your teeth rattle
It was a hostile time, I remember it well
If she will heal, only time is able to tell
Bravery and loyalty have kept her strong
I know happiness is where she belongs
A feud with the Blood Elves is what she should say
But she holds no anger, “they are not to blame”
She has a soul that is gold and pure
To forsake all evil she can assure
Leading the way, a lantern in his hand
The Pandaren from a mysterious land
He seeks no accompaniment, only peace
But it is not war he hates the least
When fire versus fire comes
Backing out he does not succumb
By the fierce of his hand and the keen of his eyes
What he despises most is chaos and lies
War and battle are nothing new for him
Most of his tactics are out on a whim
From power he comes and strong he is
Gifts of tranquility and agility are his
Old with years of knowledge and compassion
The four spirits rise forward to action
Water and fire, a breaking pair
Finally balanced by earth and air
Balance he learned since he was a youngling
The reason for his nature isn’t that puzzling
With a broad reed hat and kind brown eyes
He always ready to find a compromise
The four pilgrims spoke, as you well know
And when they arrived in the valley below
Stormwind City was laid out before them
They realized what they had to do then
While the Blood Elf and Night Elf argued a lot
Many things they eachother taught
The Worgen found love, what she was missing
And the stranger, Pandaren, was merely visiting
Each found something that completed their lives
Knowledge, traveling, or emotional ties
That was how Noblegarden came to an end
Four pilgrims from afar made lifelong friends
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