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By Me ~ H. A. Sparrow, also know as DL. =]
By Me ~ H. A. Sparrow, also know as DL. =]
This is my freewriting thread!...Which is kind of obvious, being this is in the Freewriting, hehehe. Anyway, I figured I'd try to go a freewrite piece every day--using a few vocab words from my vocab notebook [something I decided to do on my own; I "collect" words one who isn't so literate as I or those on this website might know]. I hope that this will sharpen my writing skills and keep them to a fine point. =] Like a pencil! (Can you say corny?)
Anyway, I'll post a freewrite every day I can. Comments & criticism are highly appreciated!
Thanks for clickin. =]
First Freewrite - March 17
- Spoiler:
The sun shines brilliantly down upon the Earth; its great golden shafts cast light that is sweeter than honey across the ground. There is a slight breeze. The forest is quiet, if not silent, and yet teeming with springtime life.
The trees’ achy bones still bare no leaves, but are beautiful nonetheless, casting ever-shifting shadows on the forest floor. With most of the snow melted, some plant life slowly is blooming to existence: a few ferns and small patches of pale green grass are surfacing more and more frequently. Animals are more plentiful than plants in this case. Rabbits hop about here and there; deer stand, frozen for a few moments, then lower their heads again to nibble cautiously at the ground; birds leap from branches and plum valiantly towards the ground, pulling up at the last second and riding gentle air currents just about the soggy dirt. The air contains little moister, and its bitter coldness holds me gently as I sit here, pondering my dilemma.
The entire planet is coming to life again after a long, harsh winter. It is simply…beautiful.
But there is one place that is the exact opposite of beauty. In fact, it is abnormal. Inhuman. Unjust. Vile. And as many other demeaning yet true phrases one can think of.
The graveyard that resides humbly behind my backyard.
Foreboding, I suppose, can be an understatement. The place can make one horripilate at a glance; the headstones stand proudly amongst the last globs of snow, some of them gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight, others so old that they seem to blend into the Earth they had been made from. The breeze here is especially cold and unfriendly; it makes the naked trees around the fenced in graveyard groan and screech mournfully the last cries of the dead.
I shudder and sit on the wooden swing, smoothing the jabot of my dress with a sweating palm. I can’t go over there. “You must,” he says, nudging me and grinning.
“It’s just a dare, I don’t ‘ave to if I don’t want to,” I mumble, my eyes widening in fright. I could have sworn I saw something move behind one of the stones. I stare at it for a moment longer, and my heart slows its vigorous beating only when I assure it that my eyes had played tricks on me with a shadow.
“You swore!” he sings mockingly, shoving me so hard off of my swing that I fall to my knees. I stumble to my feet, glaring and dusting the mud off of my dress. I snap an obscenity at him and shake my head. He just chuckles. “You’re such a girl, Maggie.”
“Hmm, wonder why?” I grumble sarcastically, shaking my head. “Did your father teach you manners, Tanner?”
“Yes, but I don’t use them!” he sings, beaming at me. I shook my head again, this time in disgust. “And they expect me to court you!”
“You will, in good time,” Tanner say, leaning against the tree, the grin still on his face.
I moan in annoyance. “Stop looking at me like that!”
“Go in the graveyard.”
“I don’t want to!”
“I’ll stop!”
Silence.
“I will, Maggie!”
I bit my lip.
“Fine,” I whisper, turning my back on him. “But if a ghost gets me I’m going to have someone push you down a steep hill!”
He closes his eyes in a moment of reverie, then laughs. “Deal!” he says.
Carefully I walk through the dead grass and midden towards the ancient wooden fence. Each step I toke causes another one of my pores to explode and another strand of hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. By the time I’m at the gate and my hand is settling on the latch, it’s propagated so much that I feel like I’m a porcupine.
Up close, it’s amazing to see the milieu is so different here from that of which I just came from; and said place is just steps away! I can hear Tanner behind me, cheering me on, laughing, mocking. If I want to forfend any of my remaining dignity, I know I must walk into the graveyard and out again. So I lift the latch and kick the gate open.
A gust of wind screams in my face--I scream back, totally shocked. Despite, I stumble forward, unable now to control the movement of my limbs. Visceral pain strikes me, and I howl in protest. Tanner calls out, but I barely hear him. I have fallen to the ground by now, and could feel something--many somethings, to be exact--clasping around my arms and legs, dragging me into the snow.
The screams of a female are usually high pitched, yes, even piercing on occasion. But my screams are absolutely blood curdling--they send shivers down my own spine. I try so, so desperately to break free. Every muscle in my body tenses and pleads with my captor to set me free. Unfortunately, I don’t think this villain can hear my pleas.
The pitiful struggling continues on for a long while as I’m forced through layer upon layer of stabbing snow. And then finally, I hit the ground. With a few fierce tugs, I’m…gone.
And the day returns to being peaceful. Near by, a kitten trots across the lawn, and up to Tanner, who stands there, jaw resting on the ground. Nature settles from its horrible cacophony, and spring returns. The entire planet is coming to life again after a long, harsh winter. It is simply…beautiful.
But there is one place that is the exact opposite of beauty. In fact, it is abnormal. Inhuman. Unjust. Vile. And as many other demeaning yet true phrases one can think of. The graveyard that resides humbly behind my backyard.
Freewrite - March 20th
- Spoiler:
She sat, hunched, at her desk, her brow furrowed in annoyance. She couldn’t make up her mind! Trillions and billions and millions of ideas zoomed about in her head on thin paper wings; story ideas, poem ideas, song ideas. Some of them weren’t hers; Climb every mountain from the sound of music kept chiming along, the high notes ringing through the vast expanse of her brain. She pursed her lips, shaking her head and sitting back.
What to choose? Maybe a love story? Her pink lips pulled back into a smile at the thought. Oh, yes, she’d right a love story, making herself and a perfect-seeming boy be the main characters, and they’d fall in love, and--
Oh, how tragically boring that would be.
She glared at the blinking cursor vehemently, as if mentally giving it orders to do her work for her. She shook her head again, of course not expecting it to. It was just a computer. Computers are only as smart as their users. She mused over that for a moment, wondering if that meant her computer was a literate genius. Then she refrained, rolling her eyes, realizing how conceited that sounded.
She let her fingers fly across the keys, worrying in the back of her mind that her freewrite piece would be too short, or too boring, or if she was using ‘she’ too much. Then again, she didn’t feel like giving a name, so the readers would just have to deal with ‘she.’
Her thoughts shifted to the story she had just finished, a ghost story. Her heart ached as she slipped into reverie about the little girl in the story, Heather. The slightly insane seven year old who’d accidentally killed her own mother, and only wanted love out of everyone, which is why she refused to tell anyone. She shook her head. Love. Love. Loooove. When she thought about it, it didn’t even seem like a word. Word. If you think about word, too, it doesn’t seem that real.
She noted how our language is so strange, and that it’s merely a precise combination of sounds we can make. She smiled. She thought of how much a nerd she is, considering all this things while she wrote. She paused, and then shrugged. It’s just how her brain worked, she supposed.
She sat back again, one corner of her mouth tilted downward, the other up, giving her quite the odd expression. Pleased and displeased at the same time. She read over her work quickly, and sighed through her nose. Of course, it wasn’t too her likings. It needed action. And a plot. And more characters than this ‘she.’
But she shrugged it off, not wholly in the mood for a story, be it nonfiction or fantasy. Her fingers just wanted to dance, and so she let them, trying to figure out a good ending for this seemingly pointless piece.
By now she’s wondering if anyone will read up to the point she’s written. She doubts so. She means, why would anyone listen to her mental babble as she recorded in on the paper? Then she chuckled inwardly, realizing that this was only half of her mental babble. If she were to write everything down, she’d fill up an entire thousand-paged novel in an hour or so.
She shook her head, thinking to herself that she thought too much--and then realizing how much of an oxymoron that is, and snorting.
Finally, however, she decided to end her piece. She stared at the blinking cursor for a few more seconds, and then hit the little floppy disk icon, saving the piece.
‘Oh well,’ she thought. ‘Maybe next time I’ll actually write something useful.’
[And yes, this freewrite is about me, trying to figure out what I want to freewrite....xD]
Third Freewrite - May 23rd
- Spoiler:
Captain puts his hand down on the table, smoothing out the map with an elegant flick of his wrist. "Where should we strike?" he asks, pursing his lips.
"Here," says Button, stabbing the Market with a grin. "There's always something wonderful to be stolen at the market, is there not?"
Captain snorts, giving Button a look. "Button," he scolds, hitting the boy upside the head. "We need money. Not foot!"
Button leans back in the dim flickering light of the latern. "But food is nice, too!" he shrieks shrilly. "My tummy is aching, Captain. It han't got no food in two days! Two whole days!" He glares at Captain.
The man runs his hand through his hair. "That's not my fault," he mumbles. "The fish haven't been biting lately."
"So?" Button snarls, stomping his foot. "Catch 'un with your hands." He waves his hands in Captain's face.
Captain bats his hands away, and Button pinches Captain. Captain goes to smack Captain, but finally I intervene. "Stop it," I say, standing, pushing them apart with a rough movement of my arms. "The two of you. Worse than children, I say!"
They both look at me, there eyes innocent. "We wasn't figthin'," Button says, smiling.
"Jus' a heated disagreement, yeah," Captain agrees, nodding.
"Sure, sure," I say, rolling my eyes. I shove them down into their seats. "Now, we're going to listen to me, alright?" Begrudgingly, Dumb and Dumber nod their heads. "Good. We attack the Museum at four AM. During the change of the guards."
Captain's eyes go wide. "Museum, Sir?" he asks, his jaw hitting the floor with a dull thud. "You've got to be kidding me!"
Button's beaming. "Excellent idea, Sir, excellent, excellent!" He claps his hands.
"We'll get killed!" Captain roars, cuffing Button upside the head.
Button rubs his head and sniffles. "That wasn't very nice, Captain," he snaps, reaching out to steal the Captain's last sip of mead.
Captain howls in agony. "YOU FILTHY LITTLE VERMIN!" he screams, launching himself across the makeshift table (two barrels supporting a hefty piece of plywood) at Button.
Button squeals in fear and throws himself backwards.
I run my hand over my face and sigh deeply. "Stop," I say.
Captain grunts as Button lands a punch in his paunch.
"Stop..."
Captain puts Button in a headlock. Button's eyes bulge and he waves his arms madly.
"STOP!" I unsheathe my dagger and stab it into the center of the map so hard that the board beneath it all but shatters.
The two goons look up at me, falling silent. I smile. "There we go," I say, my voice thick as I try not to raise it. "Are you two ready to be civilized little thieves and come sit up here and play nice?"
"Yes, Sir," they drone. Button gives Captain a look before returning to his seat, as does Captain to button before he returns to his own seat.
"Good," I slip my dagger away, making sure to keep my voice deep and gritty. I can't let them know just yet; if they keep thinking I'm some all high-and-mighty 'Sir,' so be it, I don't mind. "At four o'clock tomorrow morning," I whisper, leaning over the map. "We'll make our move."
Button raises his hand.
I ignore him. "We'll take a few things. Not many; there can't be anything that worthwhile in that museum, since it's so little, so dinky."
"We could take the Mona Lisa or something," offers Captain.
"Wrong place, old chap," I say, patting his shoulder. I turn, grabbing the candle and raising it to my lips. "Go get some rest, boys," I murmur, exhaling deeply. The flame sputters out with a final puff of smoke. "You'll need it."
Last edited by Dragon Lover on 5/23/2010, 10:48 am; edited 4 times in total
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
And another, reserved.
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
really good! Nice vocab!
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
Thankya, Squeakers!
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
Woaaaaah. :O That first one was so good. Creepy, and the description was amazing . . .
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Thank you, Shadow. =] The creepyness came from a ghost story I'm reading, and the description of the surrounding from my area.
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You must have had creepy surroundings. xD
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Hahaha, occasionally yes, yes I do. xD
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woah. Interesing, very interesing
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
That second freewrite piece was amazing.
Especially since that's basically what goes on in my brain as well!
Except for the Sound of Music bit. It's usually something that I don't know the words too or is in a foreign language, so the same part of the song keeps repeating. Gets a bit annoying after a while, really.
But anyway, good job. :]
Especially since that's basically what goes on in my brain as well!
Except for the Sound of Music bit. It's usually something that I don't know the words too or is in a foreign language, so the same part of the song keeps repeating. Gets a bit annoying after a while, really.
But anyway, good job. :]
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Re: .;: A Sparrow's Mindless Chirps | DL's Daily Freewriting:;.
Thank you. =]
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Okay, ya'll, just wanted to say, I'm going to start doing Freewrites again. =D Thanks to this handy dandy little app. I found on iGoogle. =D So, yeah. Thanks for clickin'. =]
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Okay, ya'll, just wanted to say, I'm going to start doing Freewrites again. =D Thanks to this handy dandy little app. I found on iGoogle. =D So, yeah. Thanks for clickin'. =]
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