Pick a person you can vividly imagine. I find it easier to use a real person.
Try to bring this person to life in words-- use SHOWING language to zoom-in on details of the person or their surroundings.
Keep the action minimal: one movement.
This is a freewrite-- start typing and don't stop for 7 minutes. Even if you start repeating or going around in circles, don't stop, don't evn fix splling errors. At some point your mind will hopefully return and the character will continue to develop.
Savannah Horta Diaz not a best friend, but a inspiration. Her blue eyes light up every time a person shuts up. On the outside she seems to be the small, lovable, intelligent human, but you can tell with her first she is intelligent but mischievous with her words. Savannah is 5'3 and with every inch of her body is full of intimidating opinions. Her soft, round, and somewhat rose pedal in fall lips scare any boy away. Her lips may be perfect, but the loud, ingenious voice quiets the room. Savannah is my best friend because I have torn down the tough, one side outline to discover she is a independent women who has warming feelings. We both depend on one another because ironically I am no different than her.
ReplyDeleteHer teeth shined as her lips parted. The wrinkles around her eyes grew more distinct as she viewed the wavering flames of the candles. The sweet smell of cake permeated the room as her loved ones gathered by her side. Her heart was beating fast as if excited by the amount of love gathered around her. Her hands wrapped around her youngest son as the voices began to rise and surround the room. All the attention was on her. She felt the singing voices fill her body with warmth. The cold air, from the open window, no longer phased her. Her cheeks stretched and her whole face lifted. She was truly happy with her life at that moment.
ReplyDeleteHe stood still with the with every muscle in his body tense until he heard the the inaudible voice of the referee yell the fateful words. His legs began to pick up speed while still keeping compact across the dusty field until he reached the the closest outcropping that could portect him. His breath had already become labored as his ears perked up to the breaking of plastic and smearing of oils behind his cover. He glanced around with the frantic expression of a caught animal for any assistance to come to realize that he was alone. He finally brought up his marker try to give his team a chance then a sharp sting rattled throughout his arm, then his neck, and finally his chest. He fell towards the ground like a spider would after dying. Now covered in bruises he began his pain staking march back home with the sun radiating it's slow pain on the players.
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ReplyDeleteIn biology class there is mattew who is my best friend he is a very lean figure. His hair is red and blonde but has progressively gotten blonder as he goes in and out of school day by day class after class that I see him in. We share a table in biology class and he sits the left of me. he has thin metal framed glasses and a sharp protruding nose and relatively thin lips. his eyes are blue and are rarely bloodshot. His lean figure comes from his parents and as he describes he is not the skinniest in the family but his brother is instead. he stands over six feet tall making me shorter than him. we talk every sixth period in biology about anything and he always gets excited when 2:00 pm roles around because it meant we had 18 minutes left in the period. but when we didn't talk he payed attention attentively to the teacher who always had an interesting lesson planned out for us. mattew is an intelligent individual and has shown before he is more than capable of learning anything. He is open-minded and is willing to accept another persons input and acknowledges change well. His stature is slouched but his height hides it as well
The first day she was born, she was weighed at 5 pounds. You can Imagine how tiny she was. She fit into my hands while I stared into her eyes. They were big and bright eyes. She resembled her mother, my sister. To this day she is beautiful and healthy with lots of character. She is my niece, Gianna Marie Genova is 2 years old and is already a big sister. For a 2 year old, she already knows how to be bossy and adorable at the same time. I guess we could refer to "Terrible two's" being accurate.
ReplyDeleteHe slouches in the chair, elbows resting on the table while his eyes wonder left to right reading the comics in the newspaper. Sporadic giggles are blurted out while his belly shakes. Bouncing his head up and down listening to the radio. Takes a break to sip his hot steamy coffee. Waits for his cream of wheat. He finally moves on to the actual new in the paper and gets intrigued by the stories. Places the paper down in a jolt and his vibrant blue eyes look up and make eye contact with me so that he can start to tell me his very interesting new discovery. His mouth keeps on babbling on and excitement and discovery fill his eyes while his pink cheeks start to plump up. His smile fills the room with joy and his laugh brings us all to a happy place. Blowing on his newly arrived cream of wheat, he begins to sip at the breakfast and crunch in his favorite burnt toast. Still bringing everyone happiness and joy.
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ReplyDeleteHe's driving somewhere.
The back drop of the mountains while the sun sets vividly strikes up conversations.
We talk about "life".
The subjects are broad; we specify until we move on.
He smiles with his eyes.
His eyes are half-way filled with excitement.
His jolly laugh is vibrant.
The sun is setting, but he's bright.
He drives and listens.
His hands tap on the steering wheel in a rhythmical beat while we listen to songs that lyrics far exceed our understanding.
He checks his mirror every 10 seconds.
His eyes quickly glace toward his rear view mirror.
He doesn't skip a beat.
He follows the conversation with his body language.
He add to the conversation with "mhms" and "uhuh".
Mrs.heller, back arched like if she had arthritis. All of her fingers bent back as if like a hitch hikers. Wearing the 20th century fashion style, with eyes so blue like the Bora Bora beach. first day of AP literature, and she has already handed out the first homework assignment. Armpit sweat gushing out out form underneath, due to the nervousness of new students in her classroom. man was she so awkward. her lame sarcasm worse than that of Patrick from SpongeBob. Her mouth moved like the ocean waves on a full moon night. her breath stank like coffee and energy drinks. her face so clear like a freshly painted wall. No wrinkles, no makeup, no nada. Her voice echoing the room, as if we could not hear already. her rom filled with poster send more posters, distancing our alluring minds. I heard nothing she said, yet I was still looking close to her.
ReplyDeleteHer eyes closed and her body cold and stiff. Her makeup was done for the first time in at least 3 years and she was finally at peace. She no longer had to struggle to remember names of people, items, or things. She... she... um... hm... just keep writing,,, just keep writing writing writing. Her hair was done neatly and dyed light brown, as it used to look before she forgot everything. Her cheeks, originally a blank canvas had blush and foundation underneath. Her fingers were slender as her wedding ring remained on her finger loosely although she had been a widow for over 16 years. Her glasses were on and she looked like she was normal. Her mind was not held captive by the dementia that would not allow her to speak. She was free. She wore the dress that she wore when my mother got married. It was a bluish green with matching jewelry. She looked different however. She had aged over 25 years and she was very slender now, everything fit very loosely and didn't look right in her body. She had changed so much in the last few years, there she lye in the casket; cold, stiff, beautiful, gone.
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ReplyDeleteAs the sun glowed across the horizon, he strolled across the empty, moped-clean restaurant and flicked the red and blue "open" sign. It wasn't long until his first customer appeared. Wearing a black suit and a grey striped tie, he casually sat at the nearest table he could find and opened the menu. Like searching for a term in the dictionary, he flipped through the the pages multiple times and read the ingredients with a squint in his eyes and pursed lips. Then, he raised his elongated fingers to signal the waiter that he was ready.
ReplyDeleteSpine hunched, fingers tensing on a pen over Chemistry homework. Forearms flat on the desk, textbook open centimeters near his forehead. His hoodie said Air Force Academy, but his wrinkles said Duke University. The sunlight was building dust on the wooden surface while he pursed his lips and exhaled slowly, frustration sitting on his lap. The shaking of his leg vibrated the table between us and caused the highlighters to his side to start rolling. A palm was pressed against his temple, fidgety fingers itching his scalp. A fly buzzed overhead, no attention was paid to it. He turned the page again in his textbook, this time laying his eyes up but forehead down. Lips slightly parted, eyebrows gently raised in a short surprise, his polite smile reached across the table only to be set straight again for view of the homework. His leg wasn't shaking anymore, pen stopped writing. He took his hand out of his hair and sat up, glancing nervously at the clock then back at me. Roses grew in his cheeks after stealing a glimpse at my eyes. Oh my...
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