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Five ways to Boost your Creative Writing

Want to improve your writing? Here’s are some tips for doing just that, and improving your life overall. Read the following Blog post, then come back and let me know what you think in the comments below, or you can simply share the post on your own blog.

 

How Creative Writing Can Boost Your Intelligence

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A fun writing challenge!

Hello everyone,

Today I want to talk about a topic that’s a little lighter in tone. Let’s do something fun, let’s have a writing prompt challenge!

 

I was looking around on a social media app called Vorail, and I found some interesting questions. I had to think about some of these, because they are perfect points to ponder. I decided to use these as writing prompts for you to use in your own writing. I may have answers to one or two of these, and some of them I may not add here. However, I may use them in later posts.

Here are my prompts or you can consider tem questions for discussion. Please note that I have added two prompt/questions at the end of this post, because they both relate to the same subject. If anyone has any prompt challenges they’d like to share, feel free to do so either in the comments, or link back to my post in your own blog posts, so I can take part in the challenge for myself.

 

Prompt/question number one: Do you push the up or down button to call the elevator multiple times? If so, do you believe that taking this action would bring the elevator to you any faster?

 

My answer: No, I try not to do this, as I don’t believe pressing the elevator button more than once, will bring it to me or make the doors open any faster. Although I have lived in a couple of apartment complexes where I have witnessed people doing this. This has even happened at the building where I used to work, when I worked for the Gallup Organization. People would push the button many times, because they were either in a hurry to get to their buses, or they wanted to get to their cars before the parking deck closed for the night. What’s the purpose of this action?

Now I will tell you of a time when I was in a building doing elevator practice for a mobility lesson. I did push the call button twice, because the button was recessed into the panel and I wasn’t sure whether or not I pushed it properly. Other than that, I only push the button once.

Before I switch topics, let me let you in on a little secret. Riding on an elevator for a while, like standing up while riding a bus, can make your feet feel funny. It can make you feel like you’re still bouncing up and down on solid ground, or at least it’s like that for me. What about you, have you had interesting experiences like that?

 

Prompt/question number two: If you were a button, what action would you wish to perform when pressed?

 

My answer: If I were a button, I would want to be the button that opens the largest food bank in the world. I would give people temporary access to this food bank until they can get back on their feet. There are many people in the US and around the world who have limited sources of income. There are days when these low-income families don’t know where their next meal will come from. I would be the button they can press, so they can get that next meal or three, until they are financially able to put food on their own tables.

 

Prompt/question number three: If you were a star, where and how would you shine?

 

My answer: I would shine a light of love and happiness, all over the world. I asked a friend of mine this same question, and he said he would be a blue star that shown a ray of coolness to everybody around the world. He said that everyone would living in style and be cool like him.

 

Prompts/questions four and five: If you were a key, or if you had a key in your possession that could unlock anything in the world, what would you unlock?

I would unlock the door to my fictional worlds and allow my readers to come in and meet my characters. Oh, wait, I do that anyway, when I write my stories, but a key would unlock the movie that I see in my head, when I get an idea. My friend said that his key would open the door to independent success for small business owners around the world.

 

Thanks for taking part in my fun writing prompt challenge. Please share your thoughts, and or links to your own responses in the comments below.

Until next time, happy writing and enjoy the rest of your day. God bless you my fellow bloggers and readers.

 

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A Writing Challenge

The reason behind the challenge

Hello fellow bloggers, writers, and readers, I want to do something out of the ordinary. I found this writing prompt when I was looking for inspiration for a short story several years ago. I don’t remember the website, but for this challenge, I’m going to get a little creative, so just note that the inspiration for this challenge was someone else’s, but the idea for this challenge is my own.

The challenge

Write a short story, essay, or poem using the words “your mother/my mother,” etc. It could be a story centered around Mother’s day, an essay about a fond memory you have of your mother, or it could be about someone else’s mother, the choice is yours. Here’s the fun part: see what you can come up with in fifteen minutes. If you plan on taking on the challenge and writing it in a blog post, use the tag writing challenge so I can see what you come up with. You can also write your piece in the comments below. However, If you view this on tumblr, use the tag #writing challenge, if you want to use this writing challenge for inspiration. Happy writing, and God bless.

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A letter to writers block

Here’s a little something fun for all us writers. I found this particular writing prompt on a link that Nikki Woods tweeted. I am wide awake, and I gthought I would tell dear old writers block what I think about it getting in my way when I want to write. After reading my letter to writers block, why don’t you share your own letter. Ok, here’s my own creation. 

Dear writers block,

Hello there my unwanted friend, you and I need to have a serious heart to heart talk. You know how you always like to hang around when I want to write, and you disappear when I want to get some much needed sleep, like now? Well, I’m demanding thet you put a stop to this right now!
I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, (well, maybe I do) but it’s for the sake of writing. Why not come around when I want to sleep, and leave me alone during the day when I want to write. That’s the time I need you to disappear like yasterday’s garbage. I mean, you keep me from writing when I need to write, and you go away when I want to read, talk to my friends, or sleep. So do me a favor, and let me write, when I want to, not on your schedule.Ok?
not so respectfully,
Ann
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A writing challenge

Hello everyone,

One of my twitter followers prsented a writing challenge on her blog, and I was inspired to pass it on to you. Using the words Crash, Baboom, and snow, please come up with a brief bit of free writing. You don’t have to worry about grammmar spelling, and punctuation, just write for ten minutes using these three words. I’ll start  us off.

The wind blows as snow swirles around a small two-room cabin in the woods. A young woman stands at the kitchen window waching the snow fly, when she hears a crash coming from somewhere off in the distance. “What was that?” she asks herself as she bundlrs up into her warmest clothing to step outside into the wind and snow. As she steps outside, a tree falls on top of her little cabin with a baboom!

I know that I haven’t written for exactly ten minutes, but you get the idea. Now it’s your turn. You have ten minutes. Ready? Set? Go!

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The flying Swing

The following piece is a fictional piece that was written in the summer of 2014. When My daughter was visiting me during her Spring break last year, I took her out to swing on the swing set we have in our front yard. Well, during these precious moments spent outside with her, an idea hit me sometime early one morning. This idea was based on a writing prompt I came up with for the Behind Our Eyes writers with disabilities group about motion. Here is the short piece that was created from these memories of swinging, and the prompt itself.

The Flying Swing

On a warm summer day, in the middle of June, I go outside to swing with my daughter for a few moments. She and I take our seats in the swings, and begin to swing back and forth, back and forth, in a normal slow swinging rhythm. All of a sudden, I walk the swing back as far as it will go, then I pick my feet up and let the swing go forward as fast as it can.
The swing usually goes only so far forward on its chains, but not this time. I feel the wind in my hair and my feet do not touch the ground. “Mama, We’re flying, for real!” Sharen is flying with me. The swing floats forward, the chains held by some unseen force. We fly over the fence that surrounds the front yard, and away from the house altogether.
The swing sways backward for a fleeting moment, then we sit dangling in mid air. I look down to see that we are miles above the earth. My daughter and I are both scared, but our fear is washed away by the excitement of feeling the wind in our hair as we sit dangling in mid air.
Then, before either one of us can scream, or make the slightest sound, we begin spinning clockwise. “Hold your feet out in front of you and fly with the swing,” I instruct my daughter as I do the same. We spin faster and faster as the wind swooshes through our hair. Round and round we go, where we stop? Heaven only knows! Round and round we go Where we stop… Oh wait, woe!
The swings suddenly begin to slow down and gently sway as we float to the ground. I look down and see that we are back over the fence, but how we got back to the spot where we started, I will never know. The swing glides backwards as we touch the ground, and when it comes to a stop I try to stand up to take Sharen back inside.
I try to get to my feet, but I fall to the ground. The world is still spinning, spinning, spinning, round and round. Wait! I’m not on the ground, I’m not even in my swing, I’m still lying in my bed. July is almost over, and school will start soon. Sharen is still at her dad’s house, and I’m still in my room. What happened to the lovely flying swing, I wonder as I open my eyes to see the sun rising over the land. That’s the moment I realize that I’m not really swinging, I was only dreaming!

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Love and prayers,
Ann