Showing posts with label task writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label task writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Task 52 Rigid Rules

Create a short story that is 26 sentences long, each sentence beginning with the next letter of the alphabet. (Add other, arbitrary conditions, if desired, such as one sentence should be one-word long; there should be one question mark, one quotation, etc.) Rigid rules often produce fascinating results—such as with well-written sonnets, which have 14 lines and tight rhyme schemes, each line governed by a specific number of syllables and alternating stressed and unstressed syllables.

Taken from http://inside.warren-wilson.edu/~creativewriting/Prompts.php

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Task 51 The Story Behind It

Review a section from the Police Beat or Classified Ads of a local newspaper. Choose one and tell the story behind it.
Taken from http://inside.warren-wilson.edu/~creativewriting/Prompts.php

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Task 36: As The Object

Take any object out of your bag or pocket or purse. Speaking in first person AS THE OBJECT, answer the following questions (in any order):
What is your favorite thing?
What are you scared of?
What is your secret?

What is your wish for the future?

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Task 14: Grave Poems


For this task I want you to write a suitable epitaph for three people.
For example:

Shirley Moore
Here lie the remains
Of Shirley Moore
No Shirl
No more.

Or:

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake;
 Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
~ Pennsylvania Tombstone

Or:
Here lies the body
Of Margaret Bent
She kicked up her heels
And away she went
~England Tombstone

Or:
To save your world you asked this man to die:
Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
~Unknown Soldier

Or:
Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.
~Arizona Tombstone

Or:

Bill Blake
Was hanged by mistake.
~Colorado Tombstone

Or:
Here lies the body of our Anna
Done to death by a banana
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low
But the skin of the thing that made her go.
~Unknown Tombstone

Or:
Captain Thomas Coffin
Died 1842, age 50 years.
He's done a-catching cod
And gone to meet his God.
~A fisherman’s tombstone

Or:
Here lies Lester Moore; Four slugs from a .44; No Les No More.
~ Tombstone Arizona

Or:
Mary Weary, Housewife
Dere Friends I am going
Where washing ain't done
Or cooking or sewing:
Don't mourn for me
now
Or weep for me never:
For I go to do nothing
Forever and ever!
~House wife tombstone

To inspire you to Write Three Epitaphs of your own here are some suggested subjects: Fred Pound; Kit, a cat; Moya Young; a house-painter; an optometrist; a zoo-keeper; a greengrocer, Les Best; a motorist; a big game hunter; Trent Trend, fashion designer; 

Monday, January 2, 2017

Task 2: Suppose Poems

Read the following "Suppose" Poems and pay particular attention to the rhythm and rhyming pattern.


                       Suppose the clock refused to tick.
                       Suppose the clown would do no trick.
                       Suppose the night was never dark.
                       Suppose your car would never park.
                       Suppose that ants were big as whales.
                       Suppose that people all had tails.
                       Suppose that children did not pout.
                       Suppose you never had a doubt.
                       Suppose you never tasted stew.
                       Suppose there never was a you!
                                              (Joseph Arango, Kent, Ohio)

                                     
                       Suppose the world cracked right in two.
                       Suppose your goldfish cought the flu!
                       Suppose the sun forgot to rise
                       Or bakers just made wooden pies!
                       Suppose that birds flew upside-down
                       Or Corn Flakes covered up a town!
                       Suppose that elephants were pink
                       Or you had to sleep in the kitchen sink.
                       Suppose that pretzels wouldn't bend.
                       Suppose, suppose, suppose, my friend.
                       Just write it down, it's just pretend.
                                              RCS Chula Vista, California



                       Suppose the grass refused to grow,
                       Or all the rivers reversed their flow.
                       Etc., etc.

     Your task for this project is to make up your own "Suppose" poem of at least  10-lines.  Do not use any of the lines from the above poems, but be sure each line has 8 syllables. 

(Taken from Rick Swallow Website: http://www.timelessteacherstuff.com/)