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 Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2004 8:11 pm
This is not a thread about the challenges you have in writing. Oh no. This is a thread about writing challenges. BIG DIFFERENCE.
This thread should, hopefully, cure some writer's block and spice up a story. It may make it interesting, at least.
For example:
Poetry challenge: write a depressing poem about a balloon.
Prose challenge: include a scene wherein your characters converse about toast and it's relevant to the plot.
I'm sure you guys can think of something better. Post your own challenges! Let us see what hilarity will ensue.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2004 8:30 pm
Prose Challenge (with an e, Hemp, sorry sweatdrop ): Write about someone who was born with purple skin in our society and is now in his or her teenage years.
(This is the type of thing you were looking for, right?)
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2004 4:47 pm
Prose challenge: Write a scene, RELEVANT TO THE STORY, about desk lamps.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2004 6:08 pm
I sort of snitched this one from the NaNoWriMo thread, but I thought it was very funny, so I'll share.
You know how in some anime elves have those spectacularly long ears? Make a character with those, and have other characters present ideas as to why the ears are so friggin' long.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2004 6:28 pm
Above
From his perch above the trees
He casts himself into the breeze.
From this lost joy, his last respite.
Spread wings, take flight!
And as he falls, his lasting sight
Falls upon his one delight.
To float along by winds decree
To float along and be...
Free
Hard to make a damned balloon depressing. Not even sure I succeeded... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 12:18 am
Reach for the stars!
Higher! Higher! Fly!
But - you lose momentum
just as you brush your goal.
There's a sudden hole
Through your center of being.
You've drawn too close.
They were waiting for
You to come, your
Dream to be crushed.
You become thin,
Flat, stretched, and weak.
You start to fall
Down and Away. You
Plummet earthwards
Until with a slap
Of rubber on concrete you
Lie deflated,
Exhausted and empty.
Balloon.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 9:43 am
Well, I had to let it simmer for a while, but here's another balloon one. I'll try and think of another challenge....
it sighed to itself
the half deflated balloon,
drifting nearer to the floor
it's long tail dragging,
frayed now
where it had attracted the cat's attention
every once in a while
a door would open or close somewhere
sending it drifting this way or that,
wobbling
not like it used to go,
bobbing about the ceiling
bumping rowdily with friends
who had all long since gone now,
their taunt skin softening
to nothingness
or squeezed by chubby fingers
till the stress just caused them to burst
mom would come in,
every once in a while,
to pick up their tattered remains.
it often wondered now
when those manicured fingernails
would scoop up this darken body -
flesh shriveling at her touch -
and carry it away
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 9:45 am
Okay, here's one -
Poetry challenge: A poem about a mirror that doesn't center around it's being reflective.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 8:37 pm
My sad ballon poem
never can I reach my dream
always closer clouds do seem
to be one with the white of high
I can't quite reach and so I sigh
deflated drifting to and fro
lower floating slow I go
Helium gone I'm nothing now
skin streched like fatted cow
I'll fly again some day I swear
But until then no one will care
hehe that was fun.
I got a chalange for you now. Write a Elizabethian style poem using only Nouns and verbs. Even if you do end up getting a good one it will end up sounding only like a drawn out Hiku.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 9:46 pm
Flying Away with my Love
You softly float above the crowds,
Coming down for none.
Not the child,
Nor the vendor,
Nor for me.
Why do you leave me
Oh accursed sphere of
Slightly-deflated, oblong meloncholy?
Steal away with my joy.
Leave me with these
Empty, rubberless spaces.
My love for you escapes
With your elastic facade.
There is no air within your bowels,
Only empty misery.
A void that you took
From my broken heart.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 8:18 am
A story where all anyone can talk about is fruit which makes sense.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 10:12 am
Hemp Fandango Poetry challenge: write a depressing poem about a balloon. My friend, my only You have left me forever Goodbye red balloon ((C'mon, nobody else thought of the movie???)) Hemp Fandango Prose challenge: include a scene wherein your characters converse about toast and it's relevant to the plot. Deleted scene from Frannah and Hankie, found at my devart home page"I'll do you one better," Chament said. "I'll toast the bread for you." He disappeared completely and the food plate floated over. The bread opened, and turned brown. Hankie grabbed it and took a bite, then screamed. "God, it's still freaking cooking!" The water bottle floated over to her and she drank to cool her mouth as the door above her opened and Frannah burst through, followed by several Weremages "Are you OK? Did they hurt you? They said they wouldn’t hurt you." Hankie swallowed. "I'm fine, I just got really bored down here and tried to make toast. I ate it while it was still cooking." "Maybe you're still tripping." "No," Hankie replied. "It was just a stupid thing to do." -from Chapter Seven
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 10:28 am
My Challenge: ((And this is evil, muhahaha)) Write a rhyming poem about an orange, at least five couplets. ((It can be done, just be careful not to end the lines with the subject!))
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 11:27 am
Prose Challenge: Write a fable (using animals! wink based on a current event of your choosing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 12:04 pm
JenniferStarling My Challenge: ((And this is evil, muhahaha)) Write a rhyming poem about an orange, at least five couplets. ((It can be done, just be careful not to end the lines with the subject!)) While I was flying around the room, I see - Laying against a discarded broom - There is a fruit of orangish yellow, He's laying there, seeming quite mellow. I approach, having never seen before An orange on such a dirty floor. We strike up speech, he and I - He confesses that he hates all flies. And I buzz away, angry, to munch on other fruit Thinking that, later, I have a certain orange to loot. That was HARD. But I did it!! heart
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