Jackie's Writing exercises

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                                                           Excited description exercise

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Skylar sighs and lays back in her chair. finished at last! The numerous hours spent on this piece would all be worth it. She saved her work and a something hit her. She would soon be up there at the front of the room, reading off what she wrote to the class. Everyone's eyes staring at her blankly, their opinions kept to himself for politeness. Skylar's eyes darted across the room at this thought, a desperate to find something that could help her calm down.As hereyes glance around, her eyes find nothing in contrasting enough to draw her attention. Everything in the room seemed to be the same off-white color, except for the board, which had various black, red, and green words she couldn't make much out of. The only thing if interest on row of monitors in the isles in front of her was the people behind them; people who would judge her on what she had wrote sooner or later. Dictionaries lay scattered haphazardly around the room, containing words that would mock her for her stupidity should she open one. Whenever she touched one, she found a word that could of been better suited in her writing than in a dusty old book with thousands of other words. Each time her finger grazed over the cover, she could feel her writing get smaller and smaller, as if just the thought of how little she knew how to write made it shrink with embarrassment. This wasn't helping.

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Afraid description exercise

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As she at in the old chair, Skylar's heart sinks into her stomach. She slouched into the cushions, unconsciously making herself smaller. Glancing up, her eyes landed on the teacher in the front of the classroom, typing away at a computer. He was humming, quite loud, to himself. The last bell rang, signaling the start of class, and Skylar ducked her head behind her monitor.

Shutting off music she didn't even realize was playing, the giant look up from his laptop as he got ready.

"Alright, time to start. If you're not here, tell me so i can take attendance."

Silence. No one dared say anything, she sure didn't. This lack of answer seemed to be what he was expecting, and he continued.

"Right, that makes Things easy." He said, typing a little more on his laptop. "Its that time again. You guys have until the clock's big hand reached the 3 to do some writing." he drew out the r in writing, perhaps in a vague attempt to make himself seem less intimidating. If it was, It failed. Everyone started writing as soon as he finished . Some on paper, some on a computer. A very loud keyboard sounded through the air, telling Skylar that someone was using a typewriter.

The teacher walked around the room, the loud thudding of boots sounding as an alarm, telling her when she was safe from his gaze. As he began humming once more, Skylar found it hard to focus on writing anything.

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Dialog exercise

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"Hey, Mister! Hey!" A young boy bounces up to an old man sitting idle on his porch. Everything about the house seemed colorless compared to its surroundings.

The man groans and sits up, the patio bench creaking with the slight motion. "What do you want, boy?" The man seemed to slur his voice, sounding vaguely like the boy's father, and coupled with his southern accent, the young kid had to guess most the words he had said.

"Why's your house all dull and stuff? Don'tcha like color?"

"This Is color, boy, can't ya see the red?" he sneered, and the kid glanced up again at the house. A lifeless red tinted the walls.

"Its not very bright, Oh! Can I color it? Please, Please?" The kid gave a look that seemed more fitting to be on a dog. Years of practice gave him skill enough to play on pity.

However, the man had no pity left, Life had killed any he used to have with his wife. "You can color it when I'm dead. Now leave."

The grim response only made the boy even bouncier than before, and he seemed not to of listened to what the man had just said, "Hey, you like the color blue? My friend says it's his favorite, so I have tons of blue crayons. He also loves the color orange, well then again, he might of meant the fruit, Hey, what's your favorite fruit? I haven't had a lot but mine is-"

"Irrelevant. Would ya just shut up" The man rubbed his temples with one hand, the other clenched into a fist. Oddly enough, the boy flinch