Friday, March 30, 2012

Strange Town (W.E. 02)

For those of you who don't know, this is a blog about writing exercises. These exercises I've found around the web and may possibly come up with on the spot. This is just for fun and to get me into the habit of writing frequently. I hope you will join me on this journey of writing. I will be posting every Tuesday and Friday as long as I have steam to do so.

Exercise 02
You meet a man in a bar in a strange town. He has a cat on his lap, and he orders a cup of coffee, slowly spoons sugar into it. He strokes the cat's black fur and says, "This contact is illusory. The cat and I are separated as though by a pane of glass, because man lives in time, in successiveness, while the magical animal lives in the present, in the eternity of the instant." What do you say back to him? And he to you? What does the cat do? What happened to this man before he came into the bar?


Strange Town
                The man looks at his watch, before looking at the clock tower making sure they are in sync before he watches across the street as a woman locks up her candy store for the day. The sun is setting, and he notices his feline friend with a delight. “Oh epoch of the sunset, it happens regularly, yet time is always changing; however, you never mind it.” He picks up his feline companion who is rubbing against his legs as he enters the door to the bar, walking to a table and taking a seat.
                As I enter the bar and take a seat at a table across from the man, he speaks. “This contact is illusory. The cat and I are separated as though by a pane of glass, because man lives in time, in successiveness, while the magical animal lives in the present, in the eternity of the instant.” The man says randomly. The cat on his lap simply purrs in response to his petting.
                “Time is an illusion that man hath created, yet without it man would be lost in confusion.” I respond my understanding of the world. The cat stretches out its lengthy form, before jumping from the man’s lap and walking out of the door of the bar, turning back to look at me as If it wants me to follow. As I look up I notice people walking with lit candles up and down the street as if to continue natures lighting. For what reason they walk the streets with candles as the daytime turns to night, I shall not know.
                “One can only exist in the present, but not the past nor the future. The cat knows this for a fact, man is simply disillusioned.” He responds, as if the cat is in the right and we are in the wrong. 

(This was actually written a while back. I decided to post it now though. I hope you enjoy it even though it's obviously lacking in any sense.)

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Emma (W.E. 01)


So I've decided to make a blog of the short stories I come up with using writing exercises. I found these exercises on the web.  ENJOY! I will be posting on Tuesday's and Friday's. Expect a variety of stories, plots and themes.

Exercise 01
“She had found a jewel down inside herself and she had wanted to walk where people could see her and gleam it around.....”

Emma

          Lily knew that nobody could see this jewel with open eyes. The only way they could see it was with open arms and open minds. She swelled inside so much that she often felt it unbearable.
          She smiled to herself as she skipped down the cobblestone path. She wondered deeply if anyone understood what it felt like.
          She looked up at the clouds floating gently past in the bright blue sky of midday. She would describe it like floating on a gentle puffy white cloud, a magic cloud. It was to fly endlessly and hopelessly, as if your feet couldn’t ever touch the ground.
          She looked down at her feet.  Though her feet touched the cobblestones beneath them, she felt as if she was hovering just above them. She spread out her arms and screamed in delight as she ran through the meadow.
          Finally she could run no more, but the delight hadn’t faded. Deep inside she was filled to the brim. She fell to the ground and lay on her back panting for life’s sweet spring air. Her cheeks were rosey red as she smiled and stared at the sky.
          Then she heard the grass move. If it were possible to smile any larger, she would have as she saw her. The girl of her dreams stood before her. She had only just realized it a short time ago. Her eyes glimmered in the sunshine. Her lips had a smile that mirrored Lily’s. It was a smile full of love. Her hair was orange and it shined so brightly in the sunshine. Her eyes reminded Lily of the spring. The freckles upon her cheeks were the cutest thing Lily had ever seen. This was her girl. Emma.