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Just One Word....
Ain't it a bad biscuit? You ever just get stuck on what to write? Sometimes wish you had a little guidance, a theme, or trigger word? Something that lights a spark in your mind, and gets the creative juices flowing? Well try this. There's this site called "oneword.com" and it'll give you one word and 60 seconds to write whatever comes to mind. Try it, because I did, and I kind of liked it- even though I took longer than a minute when I got on a roll.... x' D And once you try it, share your writing. Feel free to edit it a little if you'd like, but post it up here, and see what kind of comments or CC you can get. :' ) Maybe we'll turn this into a contest one day. It's amazing what starts with just one word... |
OMG This is great! :D Thanks for sharing this website.. It's amazing. Especially when one has writer's block.
I got the word GALLERY You walk in between the walls and see the faces staring It's not just an art work of halls It's a screaming man named Larry The frames don't do much except hold in the colors Cause they'll stain your shirt red Make you wanna think about another I have no idea where I was going with this.. xD |
Hmmm... pretty interesting.
Word: CLEANSE A fire was burning along the horizon, its black smoke billowing up to the sky. Kale crouched among the tall grasses of the Indian Plains and sniffed. There were only two things a fire that big could mean: a funeral or a cleansing. Personally, he hoped it was the second, but he was too far away for his olfactory senses to inform him. He stayed in the grass for a long while, watching the smoke mingle with the pink clouds of dawn. Dawn was symbolic of new beginnings. His mind made the best possible decision: the fire was for purification purposes only. |
Cleanse (hee hee, okami, we're cleansing buddies)
She stood in the shower, the water coursing down her body and pooling around her ankles. The drain was plugged; she planned to clean it when she got out, unpleasant job though it was. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her soaking hair, lathering the shampoo within it, before reaching for the soap on the stand. That's when it slipped and fell on the floor. --- Argh, my entry is so boring. XD Oh well. I like this! I think I'll try it out again! Wait, does this site only give one word per day? That's the impression I'm getting. I keep getting "cleanse" no matter how much I refresh the page, etc. =P Okami, I like your entry. It's interesting, how it brings in a cultural... tradition? Necessity? I forget what exactly "cleansing fires" were for. O__o;; |
Yay for cleansing buddies! And thanks, Goblin! I'm not sure what cleansing fires were really for, either. I think in some ways it may have been more superstition than either necessity or tradition. Well, superstition that then became tradition, I guess. But I honestly don't really know. And I don't think your entry is boring at all! In fact, I love the last sentence because of all of the potentional embedded in it! I love mini-cliffhangers!!
Oh, and I found a different site that generates words, too. And this one will generate a different word each time you click... HERE In any case, I thought I'd write another little piece. I kind of like the idea, and I'm sort of hoping this will help me with some massive writer's block I'm having! Word: OBSTINENCE Seven year old Maggie stomped her foot--loudly. Her carrot-red ringlets bounced with the motion. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her lips protruded slightly, her eyebrows turned down. "No," said Maggie. Her mother sighed. What was that poem? There was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very very good. But when she was bad, she was horrid. Her mother smiled. I guess she learned her obstinance from me... _______________ Yeah, I think you can tell that took more than a minute.... Oh, and the poem is by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow. My mom likes to recite that for me at times.... I heard it a lot as a seven-year-old myself.... haha Not the most interesting post... Oh, well. |
Haha, I like that poem. ^__^
CONDITIONED: She opened her eyes to see him. Her master, creator. She did not stop to think that she was a woman fully grown and did not have any memories before him. She didn't think about what he was asking her to do. She just DID. Reaching out, wiping minds, reducing memories to her own state. She only served him. Life meant nothing less, nothing more. |
Oooo.... Creepy! I like it, Goblin!!
ITCH: Maria reached down to her ankle and scratched at the raised bump that she received two nights ago, courtesy of a mosquito. She wrinkled her nose and bit her lip. The bite was a good reminder. |
I didn't even know OneWord was back online!
I used to do this all the time, but the site had stopped working for me some time ago and I'd neglected to check back up on it. I'm so glad you found it! My word was Coffin: It was dark again. Devin hated coffins; he really did. It was dirty work, digging them up and prying them open for whatever jewels or other trinkets that still lay with the dead. The bugs and insects of the earth were more bothersome to him than to his dead acquaintances. --- Heh, I'd forgotten how terrible these things turn out. xD |
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