Writing Exercise #4 (photo inspiration)

The concrete felt cool against his hot body.

"I must be a sore sight to see," thought Jacob. The obviously curious glances and at times hostile ones confirmed Jacob's thoughts.

"Oh Well, he muttered, I don't care any more. Let them stare, they don't know what they're missing."

Jacob stared up at the cloudy blue sky and laid with his arms wide open, palms up, feet splayed sideways to think about the events that had played out over the course of the day. His briefcase laid strewn open with its contents fluttering lightly in the breeze, and his three piece suit was indeed in three pieces, just not on him. The enormous buildings towered over him taunting his underachievements, laughing at what they saw.

"Oh shut up. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm not good enough. Well you know what? Maybe you're right. I Quit. I quit you and your stupid elevators that start and stop at every freaking floor while I'm trying to rush to my internship. I quit you and your idiotic receptionist that obviously doesn't know how to do her job considering the fact that a receptionist is someone who recieves visitors and what does she do when she sees me? Nothing! I don't even get a good morning! I quit you and your ridiculous mirror windows that probably kill a good amount of birds a day considering they reflect the trees across the street. I Quit. Good Riddance."

Jacob continued to mutter these thoughts angrily to himself as he stared up at the obstacles weighing him down. What had before inspired him to pursue his internship at the broker's office now towered over him reminding him of how little he truly was.

"Damn You."

He closed his eyes and his thoughts took him back to the days of his youth, when cutthroat competition was a game he mastered, and easy acces to the top was like taking candy from a baby...

Writing Exercise #3 (adjective: juicy)

As she slowly sat peeling the skin of her juicy Reb Ruby grapefruit Angela contemplated on how different college was from high school. The atmosphere, professors, relationships, scheduling, dress, people, and priorities were radically different from what she had expected. Being a senior in high school and taking college classes alongside her regular classes made those differences stick out even more than normal. But Angela enjoyed the freedom she had in her college classes and embraced those differences with an open mind and joyful heart.

On a particular stormy class day, Professor Collis dissmissed the class early so that everyone could arrive safetly home before the big storm hit.

"Oh that sucks," thought Angela. "Now I'll have to wait here for another hour before my mom can pick me up from work." She gathered her things with a sour look on her face and made her way out of class. "Stupid weather," she muttered bitterly, "always manages to screw me over somehow."

"Oh Yeah? How's that?"

Angela was startled out of her gloom as she turned to see who had overheard her. A young man she had not seen before, not much older than her was looking at her curiously awaiting an answer.

"Oh, I didn't know you heard that. Well, I mean I'll have to wait here for an hour while the storm hits before my mom can come pick me up."

"Is that right? Well, you won't have to wait alone. I ride the city bus, you know, to save gas and all and it won't be here for another hour as well. Suppose we brave this storm together?"

"Uh, sure. But my mom told me never to talk to strangers so i don't know how this is going to work really."

"Hm, let me think. Oh I got it, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Gabe. There, now you know who I am."

Despite the obvious cliche of the statement Angela couldn't help but smile and shake his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Gabe, I'm Angela."

"So, where to now? Definitely not outside right? How about the library? I'm not much of a reader but I find comfort in the silence of a library, I don't know why, I just do... weird huh?"

"Not really," she responded, "I can see where you're coming from, and I'd love to go to the library. Unlike you, I can lose myself in between pages, maybe I can show you my favorite book."

"Oh yeah? And that would be what?"

"Well, you'll just have to see now won't you," she says with a grin.

As Angela and Gabe enter the library a crack of thunder is heard and the lights flicker.

"Wow, Gabe says, now that one was juicy, wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you crazy? You sure got a wacked up sense of adjectives. That was a loud awakening, it was most certainly not juicy, now hurry up before these lights go completely out, I want to show you my book!"

Writing Exercise #2 (Sentence Starter)

"It was Sunday, and there shouldn't have been a letter in the mailbox, but there was."

Sandy slipped her fingers over the mail, feeling the grains within, she had never before checked the mail on Sunday’s, but today she woke up feeling different, and as she set her feet on the hardwood floor she automatically headed over to the mailbox. Feeling her way past the doorway and seeing with her hands and feet was she able to make it to the front of her home. Slowly she slipped her fingers underneath the flap and gently lifted out the letter, the raised bumps on the page surprised her more than the actual letter had.

Her fingers flew over the bumps and they said: “Hello, my name is Michael, and I am your guardian angel. I left a gift for you at your doorstep, go see what it is, I know you’ll like what I got for you. His name is Swann by the way.”

For some reason Sandy didn’t disregard this as a phony letter and as she arrived at her doorstep she found a wet nose, fuzzy face, and wriggling body awaiting her.

Writing Exercise #1 (5 W's)

It was a normal day like any other, Johnny was so excited because today was the day. The day little Johnny had been waiting for his whole itty bitty life. The day of the science fair… dun dun dun. He had been working on his volcano for over a month now and I know what you’re probably thinking, a volcano?, but no, this wasn’t any ordinary volcano it was the biggest, baddest, and most explosive volcano in third grade history. As Johnny prepared to take his volcano to school, across the street, Danny boy was preparing his too.

Unbeknownst to these two little boys was the fact that they both had chose to make the volcano as their science project, and at the exact moment Danny walked out his front door, Johnny across the street did too, each holding their own volcano.

“Oh no he didn’t,” Johnny gasped. His eyes narrow to little slits and his breathing gets faster. Their eyes meet and the immediate hatred felt towards each other for both having created the same thing almost caused the volcanoes to blow. You must know, Johnny and Danny, living across from each other their whole lives had always competed against each other to be the better of the two. But today Johnny wasn’t gonna let little Danny take away his thunder. Oh no, Johnny felt it was time to put little Danny in his place.

Three hours later at school, the clever police officer tripped over the body in the broom closet right before the science fair. It was the body of little Danny.