Timed Free-Writing

The clouds drifted across the cold, grey sky.


The apple the eye, poison, the pie, the people who posed with smiles.


Tinkle, twinkle, in the sky; in the darkness catch my eye.


Blue and free is worry free, rivers dashing reflect your light


Foam rock stops me, so I must climb over the large soldiers clad in green.


Who dared run and who dared fly, no-one but I, no-one but I.

I won't get out of bed (Short story)

I woke to the sound of church bells ringing. "Funny," I thought to myself, seeing that there were no church bells nearby.Then I remembered the new alarm setting: church bells. I sat up and switched the iPod off. Then I slunk back under the covers, willing myself to go back to sleep.

My thoughts would not obey me. "There is washing up to do, come on, before you're even more tired," they told me.
"Washing up," I thought. "I won't bother getting up for that."

My thoughts tugged me into a sitting positing and tried to pull me, like a magnet, out of bed. Almost immediately my stronger thoughts pulled me in the other direction though: towards bed. Those thoughts were my friends. I slunk back under the soft covers into the warm and inviting bed. I closed my eyes, ready to fall into the arms of sleep.

My other thoughts tugged at me again.

Short Story

On Saturday I was given two prompts, One, a sentence: "What I heard that afternoon completely took me by surprise." The other one, a picture from The Guardian of people about to swim in a pond:

I was told not to stop writing, even when I wanted to think of a new sentence, so what I wrote, kinda sounded a bit weird. All through my writing, my mom kept giving me new prompts that I had to include in some way and that really stressed me out.


The story I came up with is in the following blog: http://taletree.blogspot.com/

I remember the way her hands...

I remember the way her hands trembled before my eyes
I remember the way her hands trembled as she picked up a mug
I remember the way her hands waved to me, the day I left
I remember the way her hands shook with excitement on the day of the dance
I remember the way her hands clapped after the performance
I remember the way her hands were, wrinkled yet beautiful
I remember the way her hands shook, as she got ready nervously for her part in the performance
I remember the way her hands were, they were dark and wrinkled and they made her look wise
I remember the way her hands looked, as she trailed them behind her in the dark clear water
I remember the way her hands looked, so soft and beautiful

It would be nice if ...

... clothes folded themselves
... I had a pink car
... M had a talk with Will
... asephoetida smelt nice
... our house had a secret door
... clothespegs could wash cars
... Belinda was told that no-one wanted to be in her circle
... all watches were good quality
... I had a sweet apple (the eating type)
... I had a sweet apple (the electric type)
... all watermelons weren't floury
... R realised that it wasn't good to boast
... "Emma" was easy to read
... carpets weren't so dusty
... it wasn't tiring to write
... my handwriting was neat
... Maths was easy
... flowers bloomed from carrots
... midnight stopped miaowing constantly
... cats could fly
... I had a pet monkey
... the world was cleaner
... Crissy woke up at five in the evening most days

How to climb a tree

First get off the sofa. Let Dad know that you really don't want to climb a tree. Pretend

you're really annoyed that he thinks you need exercise before you work. Walk slowly

through the living room and the kitchen and step out into the garden. Then stroke the

cat and tell her that you won't be able to stroke her for long because you need to climb

the tree. Then end up stroking her for longer than you want to. Next, get up and tell her

you're really sorry that you can't stroke her any longer because you need to climb the

tree.

Then see a cat in the neighbour's garden walk and wonder who it is. Wonder why you

came into the garden. Remember it was to climb a tree.

Walk over to the tree and put your hand on one of the wooden blocks. The wooden

blocks nailed onto it by your father. Rest your foot between the two trees, and with

your free hand hold on to a higher branch. Take your other hand off the block and put

it on the same branch. Then put one foot on the wooden block you had your hand on

and your other foot on any other block you can see. One at a time put your hand onto

an even higher branch. Hold on tightly. Wish that you could have apple pie. And swing

yourself into the thicker higher branches of the tree.

Pull yourself up to a standing position and look down. Brush the aphids off your shirt

and wait for the ant to walk away before you can stretch into the next branch. Wish you

can have cream with your apple pie. Wonder why Paula doesn't put enough sugar in

her apple pies. Make sure the ant has gone. 

Stretch your arm up to hold on to the branch. Realise that it's too weak to hold your weight and hold on to a different branch around the same level. Look for another branch to put your arm on. Put your other arm on it. Swing both your feet quickly into the even higher branches of the tree. Look down to make sure your Mum can't see how high you are. Plan to ask your Mum to make apple pie (with cream). You are now high in the tree.