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three words, five minutes.
okay, three words are picked at random and you have five minutes to write something. basically whatever comes into your head, but it must contain these three words. for example:

hoot, red anger.

The angry hoot of the owl echoed throug hthe night. A child wrapped in red cloth laid upon a doorstep - parent unknown. Emptiness swelling, anger rising up out of the dark depths of the imagination. Fear sweilling, silence. All is still. The road is empty. Babies alone, starts to cry. OWl flies by, still hooting - a friend. Soon all will end. BANG! Explosion. Deafening. Crash, clatter. All noise. All confusion. No emptiness now. Just death. Or is that empty too? No way to find out, no way to know. That's all. Say goodbye - to life. All that frenzy - gone. Emptied. The end. But - a cry! Wait! All is not list. Baby lives. Friend owl's saved. All but red blanket - gone.

OR:
Fire, Clock, Certainty

Fire blazed all around them. The children looked at eachother suddenly afraid. On the wall the clock chimed out the time. Nearly midnight, just one more hour to go. The flames reach higher, licking the air and the children knew that in all certainty they didn't have an hour left. Michael had an idea. He picked up the rug from beneath them and instructed Janna and Hayley to grab the other ends. When they were holding it steady at waist height he let go. Reaching into his top pocket he pulled out his feather writing pen and laid it in the centre of the rug. He muttered a few quiet words over it and Hayley and Janna let go. The rug floated on the air. Michael climbed on top and helped the others up. They drifted over the flames for a moment, then Michael pointed the feather in the direction he wanted to go and they began moving. Janna grabbed her end of the rug and closed her eyes.

OR:

Cheese, Witch, Chair

Cheese lined the walls, hung on hooks, lying on shelves. The first thing she thought was 'I wonder if the witch knows there here'. There was a tiny chair, more of a stool really - in the corner of the room and she walked towards it. Before she sat down, she smoothed out her skirt and removed her hat. The smell was overwhelming, but much nicer than her husbands feet - now there was a cheesy smell. Helith held tightly onto the chair as she sat down, her old bones sore with just that little effort. She didn't even see the witch appear in front of her. Cold green eyes met hers as she raised her head to get a better look. The hair was tied neatly back and the long black shawl was sweeping along the dusty ground. Judith, the witch, gazed at her as if making a similar evaluation. Helith wondered if she knew why she had come. Her question was answered with the first words out of the younger womans mouth.

the snow queen.
we picked this famous story (available to read on the web). then chose one character from this tale and write another story for him/her/it (eg the red shoes, or a flower etc).

use one of the following for a poem or story or whatever (you could choose three and write a story with them in even!)

fluttering
at the cross roads
fly paper
rainbow snake
resevoir of hate
blue bottle
flurescent dreams
tinnatus
what if
caroline sheets
syncronised swimming
embroidery
the wake
alphabet spaghetti
syncopation

find a photo or picture from a magazine - or the net, something to inspire. then write for about 20 minutes, either about this person practicing character development, or write a story about the character/place etc. if we found images from the net we could paste them on here and pick images from eachothers choices to write about.

recently we have begun to create our own 'world'. we've planned a map and ideas for different places. this is to give us a base to work on for individual stories.