Daily Prompt: Being Lucid!

Daily Prompt: As it’s been a while since our last free-write… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).

In the past year I’ve become really interested in lucid dreaming. I’ve had them before when I was little but I never knew what they were. For those of you who don’t know, a lucid dream is one in which you are aware that you are dreaming. If you’re lucky, you can take control of your dream – which is amazing! You can fly, breathe underwater, soar into space – anything you want! You can even talk to yourself and ask what you really want from life. The only problem is, lucidity is so hard to achieve! I’ve only had one in the past six months. I remember walking to the window in my room and suddenly realising I was dreaming. I closed my eyes and imagined that my street was rolling countryside, and sure enough, when I opened them that’s what was there! Of course, the first thing most people would do if they could control everything would be to fly – and that’s what I did. I imagined myself with huge eagle wings and then soared out of my window and into the sky. Everything felt so real – I could feel my wings beating and the wind rushing past my face. I did this until I eventually woke up. It was incredible!

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Daily Prompt: Being Short!

Daily Prompt: Our ten-minute free-write is back for another round! Tap away on whatever comes to mind, no filters attached. (Feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

Today I tried writing some flash fiction. Here is my attempt!

(The aim was to write in as few words as possible but still tell an interesting story – this is 98 words!)

He’d been enjoying his Starbucks within the confines of his office when he was bombarded by five figures who wrestled him to the floor. Despite his best efforts, they managed to inflict some injury, stabbing him several times through his best suit.  “That’s for our jobs,” one of them had growled in his ear as he lay dying on the expensive carpet. He’d sighed. He knew he should have kept these workers. 
He woke up and turned to the bearded Man driving the taxi.

“Where am I going?” he asked.

“Nowhere,” the Man replied. “You’re already here.” 

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Daily Prompt: Being Creative!

Daily Prompt: Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self (feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

Here’s another piece of creative writing! This time I was told to write about a first time at something. So here it is – based on a true story!

First Fight

She bit me! My best friend bit me! And all because I didn’t know my ten times table. How was I supposed to know? I’m not clever like her. Not as clever anyway. Mum says I am but I don’t believe her. She says that because she’s my mum. Anyway, my best friend bit me today. She thinks that I’m stupid and that she’s too clever for me or for anyone in Class 2. Well. I showed her. I stood up and I walked over to the teacher and I waited in the line whilst my best friend begged me not to tell on her. But I did. And she cried. And I smiled.

Her mum didn’t give her any chocolate buttons on the way home. She gave them to me instead.

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Daily Prompt: Being Spontaneous!

Daily Prompt: 10 minutes. You and your keyboard (or smartphone. Or tablet. Or pen and paper). No pauses, no edits, no looking back: it’s free-write time!

Today I spoke to a friend in my German class about flying to Berlin together for a few days in February. I’ve wanted to go there for a while now but obviously I’ve had no-one to go with, no money and the likelihood of me actually going through with a trip like that was very unlikely. But now I’ve found someone who knows how to budget, (like me) and we both want to practice our German, I think it actually could happen! One of my aims in life is to travel as much as possible and discover new cultures and cities – I’ve travelled around most of the UK but have only been abroad twice, so I’m so excited to actually do this!

I know I haven’t really written much in the space of ten minutes, but I’m being distracted by the TV. 🙂

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Daily Prompt: Being Quick!

Daily Prompt: Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.

I wrote this poem in my creative writing lesson today. We were timed to write it in eight minutes so by the time I type it out, that should be ten!

Hands

Like the exploration of maps,

Smooth but worn cover protects beneath,

The stretching contours of the palm

And neither are identical.

Four knuckles spread like rolling hills,

The base of wrinkled joints and nails

And piano playing fingers

Touched the brass of trumpet instead.

Long nails leave their marks on my skin,

Accidentally scarring it

Like thin crevices in paper

Or fissures in the sweep of land.

A dune of skin on my finger,

A clue to the writing I do

A landmark for inspiration

And creativity too.

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Daily Prompt: Being Scared!

Daily Prompt: Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

Last night I went to a girl’s eighteenth party. I arrived there with one of my friends and the party wasn’t really a party – in all honesty, it seemed like no-one had turned up. My other group of friends arrived and we just sat around a bit, had something to drink and waited for the party to start properly… and after about an hour, it did. Hundreds of teenagers started pouring out of the bushes for this party, and finally people started dancing. But still, three of my friends wanted to go home so left us, (there were three of us as well), to have a good time. The thing is, it didn’t really happen the way we planned. We were standing outside when all of a sudden the birthday girl’s dad started shouting and swearing at us, obviously drunk.                                                                                                                                                                                     “JUST LEAVE, JUST F****** LEAVE NOW” Everyone obviously wanted an explanation and he kept yelling that someone had smashed the toilet up. I asked him which toilet it was and he swore in my face. Anger was met by anger. Everyone started shouting back and the boys starting chanting at him, then he dad threatened to fight them. Bit scary. The security vans turned up and didn’t do much, but then the girl’s mum came out of the club and said that ‘the police were coming to arrest us all’ and that they had ‘all our faces on camera’. Arrest us for what? Waiting for our parents to pick us up?

It was certainly an interesting party!

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