From 642 Tiny Things to write about (by the San Francisco Writer's Grotto
Consider your oldest friendship. Describe how you could destroy it in five minutes. How you destroy all your relationships. By being brutally and irretrievably honest. No, really, think about it, it sounds terrible, but we know it's true. You made the first machine that turns water into gold. You've got one minute to pitch investors on what your machine is. Go. This machine turns water into gold and if you invest, I will be so insanely rich that I can make you insanely rich, too. (Is there more to say???) You get home and your spouse says, "We need to talk." The first thing that flashes through your mind is... What flashes through everybody's mind, I assume. "Uh oh, what did he do" or "Uh oh, how did he find out..." What do the post-it-note remainders say on the desks of the following people: The President of the United States Don't worry, you won't be president much longer. Dumbledore I have to lay out a ridiculously complex and intricate plan for Harry which will miraculously still work out although it relies a lot on people showing up in the right moment and co-incidences. But do not tell him, it would be too simple. God Ask the devil why he has abandoned hell and runs for president in the United States. Your favourite part of your lover's body Seriously??? Er, his eyes... No, I actually love every part of him except for his toes because two of them are half grown together and it freaks me out.
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From 642 tiny things to write about (San Francisco writer's grotto)
A Sympathy Card to the Devil Dear Devil, Many will claim you do not deserve any such thing as a sympathy card, but I think different. Your job must be even harder than God's (especially as he gets at least cherished for his work, whereas you get condemned). It must be difficult to be the distributor of misery, frustration and desperation; however, this might help you cherish your position. All the light in the world can only be appreciated by the darkness you provide, so if it wasn't for you, there would be no such thing as good or evil. Being a middle child, I can also understand the concept of jealousy and can imagine that God being praised and adored will only add to your foul mood. It must be hard to be the chosen one for evil, rather than good, but you might think it is more fun. Seducing people, have power over their misery and causing havoc all over the world doesn't sound like a too bad leisure time activity compared to always having to be understanding, forgiving and wise. So, don't sulk over your position and keep doing an evil job because although evil hurts, it is also necessary to keep the balance. All the best (or worst), Angie From 642 tiny things to write about (San Francisco Writer's Grotto)
You're going to die next week, and you need to destroy a few things before your family finds them. What? I guess everyone has secrets - small or big ones. Though, when thinking about what I would have to hide, I have to realise that it is, in fact, very little I would like to hide. I think I would delete some things on my laptop, my Harry Potter fan fiction, for instance, that I am writing when I am bored or in an obsessive Harry Potter fever. I am not necessarily embarrassed by this (otherwise I wouldn't share it here) but I'd rather no one read it. For once, this kind of writing is just for me - at least for now. I would destroy my diaries, for sure, as they say a lot of things that might hurt people who are dear to me. I usually only write in my diary when I am sad or upset, so my family and friends would get a pretty dark impression of my life. There are also some videos and photos I would erase from my hard drive, if being given the time. When you grow up on a farm with the closest bus twenty minutes away and you get your hands on a camera, the outcome can be quite disturbing. However, if I were to die next week, my concerns were more about sharing some things with people rather than destroying them. I would hand all my manuscripts to my family, begging them to finish at least some of them and trying to publish those which are completed. I would tell people how I feel about them and let them know I love them. I would want to make sure that I have come clean with everything before I depart. From 642 tiny things to write about (San Francisco Writer's Grotto)
First of all, I wanted to say that I have a two-digit number in my stats and couldn't be happier about you nice people reading and following me here on this blog. Thank you! I have about twenty minutes left before I have to resume working, so I thought it would be a perfect time slot for doing one of my writing pages of 642 Tiny Things To Write About. Today the writing is about a situation we all probably fear and secretly mull over what to do. What would you do if you saw your best friend's boyfriend cheat? Some of you might have even found themselves already in a situation like this. The question appears to be whether you want to be the person parting the bad news and also the fear how your friend will react. Of course, we all state that friendship wins over everything, but frankly, it is not really true and I have first-hand-experience on this. You would assume a friend was grateful if you told them their partner was unfaithful, but apparently, some people rather live on with a lie than facing an unpleasant truth. My mum once told me about her childhood best friend Greta and I was surprised, as I had never seen this woman. Innocent child that I still was, I couldn't understand what could possibly tear friendship apart, so I asked what had happened. Well, this Greta's boyfriend was a jerk and hit on my mum when they were studying together (or something similar like this). However, the boyfriend - having been rejected - told Greta my mum had hit on him and not the other way around. And whom would Greta believe? A woman she had known all her life and who was her best friend, or a man she had only just met? Yeah, you are right. She chose the jerk and ended up marrying him. A similar situation once happened to me. I had a friend in High School and she always had boyfriends. I don't know where she got them from so quickly, but I can conclude that all of her boyfriends were idiots - but hey, some choose quantity over quality. Her then boyfriend was, however, a really particular kind of idiot. He dealed with drugs, was pretty unattractive and still managed to keep a firm hand on my friend. One night, on my friend's birthday, in fact, we were all pretty tipsy and a friend offered to drive me home. As he had to go to the loo, I was leaning against the club foyer's wall - trying not to vomit. Suddenly, my friend's boyfriend popped out and leant against the wall, too. He said he had enjoyed the evening a lot and was wondering whether we could meet at some point. Drowsily, I smiled at him and assured we could certainly do that - me, him and my friend, of course. To that, he leant in closer and stroked back on of my hair streaks. "Actually, I meant only you and me", he said and smiled smugly before the other friend turned up and drove me home. I mulled over whether to tell my friend, but in the end did; she, however, only reacted with a strange expression and the topic was never approached again - plausible deniability, I guess. Still, I would tell my friend because that is what you have to do as a best friend. The task also says which would be the first three things I would do, if I saw it happen. 1) stand there, gaping at this jerk. 2) Taking my phone out and take a picture 3) Slowly sneak away and hope he didn't see me. Another piece of the book 642 Tiny Things To Write About.
At a banquet in Kazakhstan, you are greeted as a guest of honour and served the traditional sheep's eyeball. Respectfully, you decline. You are then offered the sheep's tongue, instead. What's your excuse this time? Pretty simple. I would say "I am gluten intolerant", as no one has any clue what gluten is. Let's do another one... You live in a cloud. Give three tips for how not to fall off. 1. Don't go too close to the edges (corners, circles...whatever...rim) 2. Do not jump too boisterously as the cloud will sink in and you might drop through it. 3. Make sure you are always in the thickest part of the cloud to avoid the unfortunate event of a hole emerging and you being too close. From 642 tiny things to write about
Write about a time you broke a Bone/Heart/Law/Promise. In fact, I couldn't recall having broken a bone, definitely none of my own. My sister says we are steel-boned...I would call it overly careful. No, that is not true. As children we were quite reckless and risk-taking; however, I think injuring yourself too often and severely might indicate a lack of risk management. Knowing your borders and abilities is part of taking a risk and although I have climbed about a thousand trees in my life, I never fell off them because I wasn't stupid enough to miscalculate whether I could jump that far (I couldn't) or whether climbing a wet tree is a good idea (it isn't). I once nearly got my finger tip torn off due to a nasty fight with my sister which ended with my finger being squeezed by the door, but that pretty much covers it. I have, however, broken a heart, apparently. Talking about this is really not easy for me as I truly behaved like a proper bitch, so feel free to judge, prejudice and condemn me for this. When I was sixteen I had my first boyfriend and, as I have seen with many people, he was more a means to an end than true love. I was sixteen, had never had a boyfriend and felt ugly and rejected when he came along. Gladly, I fled into our relationship, only to not be the "virgin" anymore (we didn't sleep with each other, I am talking metaphorically here). However, after not even four months, I got bored and wanted out of the relationship, but lacked the ability and respect to end it gracefully. In fact, I did the worst I could have done. After "forgetting" the roses he had bought me at his place, I ended the relationship over the phone (I am talking text message here, not even a call) and I had already arranged a date with another guy at that point (Oh my God, I was awful, if you should ever read that, old boyfriend, I am so sorry). I thought we had separated unanimously, but months later one of my friends told me he had been crying after I had split up with him and so all I can say is this: Teenagers are idiots and I certainly one when I did that and I am truly, truly sorry for having broken your heart at that point. Hm, I am a generally boring, law-abiding person, so I couldn't remember when I broke the law unless cheating at school counts as breaking the law. I definitely break promises regularly, which is bad, I know. It's just that I sometimes promise something either too quickly or when I am in a good mood, but the closer it gets to fulfilling the promise, the more eagerly I look for excuses not to fulfill it. Generally, I think we promise too much. "I promise I will stay in touch", "I promise I will call you every week" "I promise we will stay together for ever"... In fact, we cannot foresee the future and therefore will never be able to really promise something we not be forced to break at some point. I feel promises are more for your own reassurance than for really keeping something up. I know that when I promise specific people to call them more often or to meet regularly, I already know when uttering my promise that I won't keep it. Why then say it? Something I - and I am sure other people - could work on. Let's right dive into the task. In the previous post I mentioned I would take some of the impulses from a book with 642 inspiring clues for creative writing (642 tiny things to write about by San Francisco Writer's Grotto), and here I go.
The first task was: Write Yesterday's Fortune Cookie: It Got Everything Wrong. All your worries will be over as soon as sun rises again. Write Last Year's Fortune Cookie: It Got Everything Right. Dreams will be fulfilled. Friends will be found. New challenges arise, Which you will come round. |
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