Writing
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Character Sketch Prompts
I’m going to practice character sketches using music. I’ll randomly pick a song and try to have it inspire a character. I’m still having trouble with writing short stories and not getting carried away with them. I love writing new… Continue reading
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Cleaning
There’s something about cleaning that’s refreshing. It takes so long to build up the motivation to do but it’s not as bad as we imagine it to be. It’s not so simple either. You can do a bad job. There… Continue reading
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Dictionary Definition
The word I got was ‘deterrent’. The task it to define what it means to me but I want to not that the first thing that came to mind when I opened my eyes and saw my finger on ‘deterrent’… Continue reading
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AT: Portfolio Task #6
| Portfolio Piece: Poetry – Looking Inside | She’s so small, curled up in that dark pit, She isn’t as tall as I thought I would be, Sometimes she looks up at me and asks ‘is this it?’ I don’t recognise that face,… Continue reading
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Addict
If we’re talking an addiction in general, it would have to be writing, or at the very least ‘creation’. I can’t not start designing a new person, a new town, a new world. I love writing. It is what I’ve been doing… Continue reading
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Eavesdropper
In my life, I’ve overheard many conversations because I have somewhat a lack of presence and, more so today, because I’m trusted. People don’t watch what they say around me. And I hear some funny things, some interesting things and… Continue reading
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The Letter Poem
O That’s what we used to draw, O That’s what we used to write, O Young, awkward and very cheesy, O But that was our thing, O ‘Eternity’, ‘unbreakable’, ‘a full circle’, an initial meaning that we’ve forgotten, O But… Continue reading
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AT: Portfolio #4
| Task 4: A Scene With Tension | The hole is getting bigger. Even with the rain letting some of the dirt slide back in. A puddle was starting to form at the bottom and it caused a little splash… Continue reading
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She’s in my Head
She has hair made from the night sky, Not a blinded city sky, A country night sky, The real night sky, It moves like the ocean, Maybe it is the water’s reflection of the night sky, A grand mirror of… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 