So in this thread I'm going to show you a photo and some instructions. The photo may make you think "w.t.f.?" and that's what you want. It's your brain shutting off. You have to find a way to turn it back on again and write within the 5 minutes. The best way to clear your mind when that happens is to drink a glass of cold water.
1. Start the timer. 2. Look at the photo. 3. Write.
Spelling and punctuation doesn't count. soifyouwantoyoucanjuxstkeeptypingwhateveryouwantok? We can sort it out later.
The good thing about doing it this way is that since we're all writing on the same photo, then we can all help each other. So share what you have at the end of 5 minutes. If you share, then you can keep track of your progress as as a spontaneous writer, which is the most important thing of all!
The individuals in this photograph are having an important conversation. Take 5 minutes and write the photo into a story in which this conversation makes sense, and is the most important lesson that the reader will learn. Start the timer when you're ready to BEGIN.
Thank you SoulHack! I like your 3-D artwork, you could put them on a large poster and then put them up around your room. Look at what they did to my story! ROUND 1 PHOTO - my answer (totally cheating) http://tinypic.com/r/2nvxl46/4
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You're not retarded. I'm not sure why your threads are flopping. Peace? I'm trying to get over my bad habit of keeping grudges over silly things.
Bird 1: Hi, Bird 3. Bird 3: Oh, hi Bird 1. What's up? Bird 1: Well, I just found some creme brulee crumbs, and I figured that it's the perfect opportunity to get back at Bird 2 for all the times he's teased me. Watch...*waddles away* Hey! Bird 2! Look here! I have food. Bird 2(sarcastic): Oh, really? I never would have guessed. Bird 1: But this isn't just any old food. Bird 2(dryly): Oh, right, it's not. It's just been regurgitated, right? You tried to pull that on me yesterday. Bird 1: Pfft. Of course not. What do you think I am, kleptoparasitic? Bird 2: ...yes... Bird 1: I am not! *smacks with wing* It's creme brulee crumbs. Bird 2: WHAT?! NO WAY! Bird 1: Yes way. Do you want some? Bird 2: Yes! Bird 1: Well that's too ba- Bird 2: Hey guys! Cmere! Bird 1 has creme brulee crumbs and he's going to share them with us! Bird 1: *being tackled by several other birds screeching "creme brulee crumbs!"* Why do I keep doing this to myself....
I'm not actually following the rules with this one ;P.
Yeah. I sometimes get sensitive. Not all the time, just sometimes. So maybe the threads are flopping because of a silly boycott? Hope that is over. Anyway, I like your convo, I'm not good at steering stories with them, so I'm jealous!
Alt I'll start the next round soon, so you can have more refreshing practice!
Hmm, fascinating project. Five minutes, you say? Sadly I am not blocking at the moment > >....
She sad there, hands on her knees and looked at the birds. Some people had come with bread, feeding them little crumbles of it from their hands, and thrown a bit of it to the shyer birds. She had been sitting right beside a family with little kids that had enjoyed the braver birds and laughed at the feeling of beak against their hands, but they had gone on now and left her alone with the emerald parrots. It was getting late and the park would be closing soon, but she did not motion to go, just sad there as more and more of the little beings flew to their nests for the night. She sat there, feeling more and more alone in the world, not that everyone, even the light had left her. She rose from the bench, sighing deeply and walked the few steps to the lake. It had gone completely dark in minutes, she could not even see the surface of the water, but she could feel it, how it moved against her legs, her stomach, her neck. Then she felt no more.
I read the OP, concluded "Hey, just write about the photo, okay"... So... I did just that, instead of reading what the - challenge of the photo was.... Yes, I feel stupid....
And starting challenge again in.....
Now.
"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little..." The other parrots stared tiredly at the seemingly mentally challenged new comer. "Jeez, those humans really ruin a good mind, huh?" A female whispered as much as a parrot is able to whisper. "Yeah..." A male replied. "Hey, you! Singyboy! Shut up!" The other stopped singing, and hopped closer. "Did you say something?" "Yeah, shut up, your retardness is making the rest of us loose braincells." The new comer looked at the male for a while, then leaned closer. "I am sorry. I do not know the word "Retardness"." The other parrots laughed as the male puffed his feathers. "Little..."
