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Thursday, 5 March 2015
Step back in time
This week, look at a day in your life through the eyes of an ancestor. How would your grandmother react to the e-mails you get at work? How would your great-great-grandfather navigate modern public transportation? Write a diary entry in the voice of someone from an earlier generation. Consider the cultural norms of the time period your ancestor grew up in as well as his or her personality. Focus on the surprising similarities in your daily lives for a challenge.
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Ten minutes and go!
1. Who is coming round the corner?
2. What is their secret?
3. What are they carrying?
Project Remix Competition
http://www.movellas.com/competition/show/201410231320203457/project-remix-competitions
Thursday, 15 January 2015
Just Stop Making That NOISE!
Write about a noise or a silence that just won't go away. Minimum 250 words.
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Point of punctuation
Write a short scene between two characters. Using just varied punctuation, make them have an argument and then rewrite the scene making them be happy together.
Tuesday, 16 December 2014
It's Christmas morning...
Well... soon.
Write a detailed description of Christmas morning - I want really fine details, no broad strokes, from the moment you open your eyes to getting to the presents (presuming you get up, go down and see what Santa has left!)
Write a detailed description of Christmas morning - I want really fine details, no broad strokes, from the moment you open your eyes to getting to the presents (presuming you get up, go down and see what Santa has left!)
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Write a rainbow
Write a short story where the first sentence includes the word "red." The first sentence of all the subsequent paragraphs have to include a new colour. You are only allowed to use the colour word once in each paragraph, but must suggest it in as many ways as possible. E.g.
The world had turned grey. Nothing but mud and asphalt surrounded the unpainted house, little more than a box made of concrete blocks. Charlie, dressed in faded work pants, rubber boots, and a thick wool sweater, steadied himself with a hand on the top rail of a weathered cedar fence. Behind him, nothing but ash-coloured sky, bare trees, and plumes of smoke belching from the factory in the distance. A lone sparrow rested on a branch, one beady eye watching.
The world had turned grey. Nothing but mud and asphalt surrounded the unpainted house, little more than a box made of concrete blocks. Charlie, dressed in faded work pants, rubber boots, and a thick wool sweater, steadied himself with a hand on the top rail of a weathered cedar fence. Behind him, nothing but ash-coloured sky, bare trees, and plumes of smoke belching from the factory in the distance. A lone sparrow rested on a branch, one beady eye watching.
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