Warm-up excercises
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littlemooseI was pottering around on Dev's page (Dev's looking after the NaNoWriMo dares) and found this link. The idea is you start with the line that comes up, and write for fifteen minutes with no editing or censoring yourself. the line I got was "'The day had been strangely disquieting." And what follows is what I came up with (I fixed the spelling when my fifteen minutes were up, but I didn't change anything else).
I don't think it's too bad for 15 minutes of seat-of-pants writing!
PS: 4 days to NaNo... EEEK!
The day had been strangely disquieting. Shelly looked from her office window onto the darkened street below, ignoring her reflection in the darkened windows of the other tower blocks around. First that phone call, then the letter, then finally the courier arrived, wouldn't take off his motorcycle helmet, just handed her a clipboard and a package that was almost too heavy for her to hold, waited for her signature and then went on his way.
That package changed everything.
She had ignored her secretary's knowing grin and dragged it into her office by main force, shutting the door with an eloquent bang. The letter that had come with the second post still lay on her desk, and she picked it up, glancing over the sloppy type as she ran her fingers distractedly over the smooth brown cardboard box.
'They will come for you tonight. I will send supplies. Prepare yourself.'
There was no signature, but that didn't surprise her, who signs a letter like that?
With a small sigh, she stood up from the window, turning her attention once more to the unopened box. With an air of finality she seized the scissors from her desk caddy, venting her frustrations on it. The box tore easily, spilling its contents over the nondescript beige carpet tiles.
The weight had come from a sea of glass beads, now sparkling in the florescent light, as they lay scattered over the floor, more still spilling from the rent card. In the middle of all this, a silk ball gown, that she knew without checking was exactly her size and a pair of delicate white shoes that looked a little too big.
The laughter tore from her throat almost before she realised, and, gathering up the dress and shoes, she tore from the office, sprinting past her perplexed secretary and into the ladies toilet at the end of the hall.
When she emerged almost a quarter of an hour later it was to a sea of gasps from those few of her colleagues still in the building. A bouquet of white roses was dropped into her arms from behind, and she turned to smile up into the face of the man in top hat and tails who grinned triumphantly down at her.
"Happy Anniversary darling."
I don't think it's too bad for 15 minutes of seat-of-pants writing!
PS: 4 days to NaNo... EEEK!
The day had been strangely disquieting. Shelly looked from her office window onto the darkened street below, ignoring her reflection in the darkened windows of the other tower blocks around. First that phone call, then the letter, then finally the courier arrived, wouldn't take off his motorcycle helmet, just handed her a clipboard and a package that was almost too heavy for her to hold, waited for her signature and then went on his way.
That package changed everything.
She had ignored her secretary's knowing grin and dragged it into her office by main force, shutting the door with an eloquent bang. The letter that had come with the second post still lay on her desk, and she picked it up, glancing over the sloppy type as she ran her fingers distractedly over the smooth brown cardboard box.
'They will come for you tonight. I will send supplies. Prepare yourself.'
There was no signature, but that didn't surprise her, who signs a letter like that?
With a small sigh, she stood up from the window, turning her attention once more to the unopened box. With an air of finality she seized the scissors from her desk caddy, venting her frustrations on it. The box tore easily, spilling its contents over the nondescript beige carpet tiles.
The weight had come from a sea of glass beads, now sparkling in the florescent light, as they lay scattered over the floor, more still spilling from the rent card. In the middle of all this, a silk ball gown, that she knew without checking was exactly her size and a pair of delicate white shoes that looked a little too big.
The laughter tore from her throat almost before she realised, and, gathering up the dress and shoes, she tore from the office, sprinting past her perplexed secretary and into the ladies toilet at the end of the hall.
When she emerged almost a quarter of an hour later it was to a sea of gasps from those few of her colleagues still in the building. A bouquet of white roses was dropped into her arms from behind, and she turned to smile up into the face of the man in top hat and tails who grinned triumphantly down at her.
"Happy Anniversary darling."
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Date: 2003-10-29 12:59 pm (UTC)Fanbloodytastic :)