One minute Free Write

Free write, connecting to the movie Frozen   
Stealing the show

The woman on stage, the ladybug, the James and the Giant Peach character spoke perfect English.  Her big white teeth made the audience laugh.  How much confidence a fat lady bug could have amongst the four other earth worms.  The worst custume designs ever. The fat wormy heads tipping down and suggesting their top heavy heads could use some work.   Maybe some gigantic cartoon eyes, something that would make them a bit more funny.  

Three minute free write

Three Minute Free Write on a topic called Chasing books

 

What happened to the days I used to chase books?  I am reminded by this from Lisle in the Book Thief .  I used to gather books, meticulously, and collect them.  I'd show up to every gathering with a book in hand, unafraid that no one else showed up or a friend didn't invite me or that I was hungry.  I showed up.  and in Europe I showed up, and in France, and in places I thought I'd go to places beyond my imagination ,catching recipes and hurling them at chefs, at fashion designers and historical places where they ate unbelievable desserts and told stories of unimaginable circumstances. 

where I met people who greeted me in Tibetan and I sat with them in flee infested environments with strange con artists with people who were humanitarians and came to work in that country and took pictures to shock the world with what they found. Mostly governments who didn't pay the people and starved them and told them to memorize books and incarcerated them and took away family members who made me feel like i was the luckiest girl in the world.

One minute writing promt

This is why there will always be stories.   

The recommended mechanic took six hours putting on a router which the mechanic down the street two minutes.

The stylist took one hour to trim the hair like he was hedging bush which the beautician next door did in five.

The culinary chef downstairs at the pakistani restaurant spent four hours on a cow's calf but took one hour at the deli.

 

Three minute free write

 What would happen if we didn't remember.

We'd walk outside in blizzards on a mission to get our favorite candy bar at that familiar convenient store.  And instead we'd forget that we lived in that convalescent home where that convenient store is perched behind a lake, and on our trips there we'd meet near death; crossing the frozen lake.  

We'd go about the same routines looking for our brush in the early morning and the towel and the sink.  But we'd be in Bertha's room and she gets mad when you enter her room, so she chases you out puts a lock on her door so you don't ever came in, and you're now labeled as "the roamer."

We'd roam around until we managed to hit every room and they couldn't hold us down, so we'd end up tripping and falling in Louise's room, because she doesn't like people cleaning her room and we'd end up in two leg casts perched in a small room where no one comes down to visit.

  

derrick story part 5.5

 The knit stockings Derrick picked had the desired effect.  A blond stood among them, her hair and pale face, tight,  which said she was ready to dance.  She did two shuffles and started to step forward.   A blond lifted dancer in front of her and held her underneath her arms, her legs were dragging on the ground as the blond lifted and then her let her drag further to the ground with each beat of the song, lowering her, and raising her, lowing and raising her.  On the final raise, the dancer in front flipped her over the blond's back doing a half cartwheel over her.  The dancer had this twist of sadness of her face as if she had seen death. with a change of the backdrop turning from an uplifting bright pink to a dark and blue green.  
A grandfather clock suddenly clinked ", gong, gong, gong. The dancers were moving together ,stiff as day for a moment and then they came and slid to the floor, all of them in an x shape.  Then strode up with their hands pressed to the floor and slid down, their white painted faces and dark circled eyes, reminded you of a Tim Burton movie, "A night before Christmas."   A dancer emerged walking on stilts in a talk black and white tuxedo.  Walk, walk, walk, stop. His movements made the audience grimace.  The stilter picked up his legs and his cloak behind him hid the dancers, as they emerged from under his tall lifted leg. They walked over to the other dancers who began to wake up like mummies and dance with them, their legs were moving up and down, funky feet style, fast movements exchanging heel drops to the right and left. Their loose swaddling mummie clothes, held in place despite the rapid movements.  One dancer cascading past them taking a piece of their swaddling and turning it, their bodies unraveled and emerging underneath their costumes were punk rock outfits. 

Six minute writing prompt

Six minute writing prompt on a topic called

Her Diet

Her diet was extremely OCD.  She took off all the skin from her chicken, remove each pea from her fried rice.  Noodles with butter and no meat sauce.  Chocolate for days.  Sour cream and onion chips.  Where were the fruits? Where was the protein?  Where were all the things she needs?  On a good day, this same junk foodie chased and investigated the location of her boo.  The one who ran around town with a gang of his friends and a litter of girls.  The one she had loved and would fight for, if she had to.  And fight she did.  She sped down local streets at fifty miles an hour with her best friend next to her.  Her best friend braced herself for every sudden stop.  She had plans to find him and in return rip out the girl’s hair. A cat fight.  She’d like to give him a piece of her mind, but she couldn’t because the minivan served as her patrol car.  That made car chase much more humorous.

Seven minute free Write

A seven minute free write on a topic called

Her mother makes it better.

 "Her mother makes it better."  "Oh yeah, we'll see about that!" called out the snotty girl in pigtails chasing after a red dodge ball in the playground.  "My mom makes it better and I can prove it!"   "Oh yeah, she repeats, "Oh yeah", said her school mate chasing after her benevolently, her breath seizing and her legs twisting and turning to keep up.  "What's your mom call it?  Better than puke cake?"  Teased the pigtails.  "No, I'll have you know that its called better than Robert Redford?"

"Robert Redford?  Whose that your mom's boyfriend?"  "Shut up", she flinched and tossed her hand out, barely grazing the girl's cheek and the girl looked back flushed and awestruck. A backhand to her face." A backhand! Why you little"...

"Christine, Christine!" Let's go! Your brother's got soccer practice and I don't have time for this."

Christine wiped her still red flushed face tossing a look of scorn at Huffy face before she ran to her minivan.  Threw her ball in and shoved her tongue out for one last snarl at Huffy before her mother drove off at a menacing pace.

The girl picked up her own ball and thought of puke cake.  Her mother made the best cake,everyone knew that!  So did the book club and her sister and her brothers who smoothed the chocolate pudding whisks across their tongues during her mother's final cake making steps.  "Who wants to lick the cream cheese?"  Huffy was always first.  "Can I lick the back as well?"  

"Let your brother, you had your chance."  Her mother's face was shifting towards the bowls contents.  She had already pressed the walnut crust to the pan, baked it to three fifty and was adding the cream cheese with a clean spatula.  "I'll have you know that your grandma made this, the best."  She said, eyeing the Redford.

Five minute free write

 Five minute free write on how to help the poor without risking their pride.
He helped the beggar.
He left large numbers of ones on the highway ramp.
He rolled up extra newspapers at the library and built a makeshift home from boxes.
A home so uniquely built it had its own sewage drain.
The man put a small food stand at the shelter with a carry out popcorn machine.
He gave the poor extra plastic bags from his Walmart.
He built a stand next to the Cans so the bags could easily be reached.
The man helped the poor by giving them small soap bars, napkins, disposable items from the dollar store.
"Easy enough", he said.
He used all the resources he could find, observed them outside the Drake and found their favorite hang-outs.
Built a library onto their shelter so they could save money for the bus.
He bought them their own air conditioner, turned it on HIGH blast, so it kept the whole place cool, even on lonely nights when the roaches took refuge and when the crack heads ran out of crack.
Everyone needs to sleep.
And there
He would sleep
Amongst them.
His hammock tied right beside their cots.
His sandals right next to their suitcases.
And his jacket right next to their shopping carts.
Tomorrow would be a new day, for the Tired.

Five minute writing prompt

    Getting out of work...

 

I'm going to show up and tell work that my eye is infected. they seen it yesterday at work.  They'll believe me, he said.  

She needs to get a root canal, can you come in?  the boss asked?

ive  got to run some errands in the company car.  she said

The toilet seat broke, I've got to get a new one, she said. 

She told me to leave. I left to appease her.

The boss came in one the first floor, and quietly escaped so she wouldn't have to relieve her employee at the end of her shift. 

Two minute Writing prompt

I think animals exist to remind us of our own existence

quite innocently I say these words...

We had five raccoons in our attic living for free.  they'd come outside at night and cascade down our fern trees.  the five of them.  They'd walk across our deck railings mom, dad sister brother and oldest brother.  I'd count them.  make sure no one was missed.  make sure they'd return home safely by the end of them.  And it would always be the five of them, making their way up the fern.  

Two minute Writing prompt                                                                                                            You walk into your house and it’s completely different–furniture, decor, all changed. And nobody’s home.

My home has changed somehow.  
Seems bigger emptier, 
nobody's home.
Now normally I like that
 Throw on some tunes and dance across the cool, hard wood floors.
 Fifty feet dimensions all my own space.
 But today its different.  
Boxes lie here and there.  
Prices are placed among items.
 I've been wandering how someone else's organization skills have turned my own items into a masterpiece.  
Quite seriously!

For the difference between some of our most prized possessions is my association with them.  My makeshift side table isn't special because its worth five dollars.  Its special because i spilled coffee on it numerous times and decided that a plastic,clear three piece drawer is better suited in my bedroom than my living room.  Or my suitcases are better stacked on my red coca cola chairs than neatly placed in the closet.

Writing with obstacles

I Fell down yesterday and I thought about all the things I wouldn't be able to do if i was placed in a body cast once again, mind you I've broken my leg three times.

Things you can't do when your in a body cast

see above the counter

play a variety of gym sports

go to your friends' house

have easy access through a door frame

go through the woods fast with easy

navigate concerts and stairways

enjoy all the theme park rides

Five minute writing prompt

Five minute writing prompt on the topic

This is my eternal dialog

Oh no Trin, you actually do look beautiful in this dress.   Mrs. Bridget Snoozy did not wear it last Friday.  Trin, you look cute, you smiled excellent today.  Little Johnny does want your number.  Freddy is not staring at your red spot.  Johnny is waiting for you at the altar. Mrs. Campbell did not throw out my newspaper for the third time this week.  My hair is not overly charged BUT incredibly tasteful.  My car is not an old granny’s station wagon or a hump bucket.  My brain is a computer and my mouth is the queen speaking.  My dreams are parallel to the universe.  And my social etiquette doesn’t embody that of a jack ass.

One minute writing prompt

 

One minute writing prompt on the topic

Extreme

This is extreme nosey.

Hacking into someone’s blackberry just to see how many times they need to go to the podiatrist.

Extremely careful. 

Duck taping your washer to the ground so it doesn’t shake or pin pointing the exact escape route for your near and dear rodent pals. 

Extremely nice, in addition, is planning a nice vacation for them, by scattering a bread trail of healthy snack choices straight out of your home.

Extremely non compliant.

Blocking the boundaries around your house during block party day.

Two minute writing prompt

Two minute writing prompt on a topic entitled

Traded places with my bully

I traded places with the loud mouth.  The one who acts like Obama's advisor.  I paraded around the work place and acted like a know it all, got in people's faces, told them everything about my personal life.  It was fun being her.  I did some two steps around the job, shook my tail feather, wore some inappropriate jeans and a low cut blouse on casual Friday.  

One minute writing prompt

One Minute Writing prompt on the topic

She’d catch you

She’d catch you.   It was easy for her to do.  She’d come to work at  two am just to see if you were sleeping.  It would be hard for me show up like that.  But she’d show up all right.  Hairs standing up on end looking to see if I left some couch undone.  Some dust not swept up underneath.  It was late mind you.  I could see nothing but blackness though the windows of the five bedroom tumbler.  The curtains left open specifically so I could expect her arrival.  And arrive she did, almost like a mouse with a bell.  Keep the front door locked and the back screen unlocked.  “Why did you unlock the back screen door?  Why are there towels hanging up on the rack?   Why are there cups on the coffee table?  Why are there rags hanging over the sink?”  Hmmm, hmmm I’d mumble.  There was no talking back.