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WRITING OBSTACLE

Two characters erupt into a heated argument.

Capture the intensity of the fight through dialogue, body language, and details of their surroundings that reflect the rising tension.

StoryTelling

Die Geschichte:

Ein kleiner Junge im Erwachsenenalter lÀuft mit seinem kleinen Köfferchen um die Welt!

„Was hast du denn in deinem Köfferchen?“, fragten die Leute.

Der kleine Bub antwortete mit freudigem, hoffnungsvollen und erwartungsvollen Blick: „Darin ist mein Leben!“

Die Fragen gingen weiter:

„Und was hast du denn mit deinem Leben vor?“

„Das weiß ich doch auch nicht, Mama und Papa konnten es ...

A Volcano That Remains Dormant

“Blake, honey come downstairs” His mom yelled up the steps. Blake was upstairs in his room listening to alternative rock while working out, he was on his last set when his dad came in his room with an extension cord in hand. Blake quickly took off his headphones and set the weight down carefully, “Didn’t you hear your mother calling you?” His dad said with barely contained rage. “What? No
” He sai...

Communicate: The Lack Of

“What is your problem?!” Noshua shouts, the rain beats the windshield brutually as he weaved in and out of, thankfully light, traffic.


“My problem!?” My words just as infuriated, “You’re the one that’s making a big deal out of nothing!” Noshua takes a corner a little too sharp making the tires lose traction for a second. My hand reaches for the ‘Oh shit’ handle instincutally as he regained contro...

Whose Dreams?

“Watch out!” Emily shouted as she ducked under the table. Leo and her chemistry project they spent hours working on, ended up to be a disaster.


Leo was star struck, a frown forming on his face. “You- you ruined it!” He said, looking at the foam everywhere.


“I’m sorry!” Emily quickly bowed as she ran to grab paper towels. As she made her way back, Leo snarled.


“Of course you’ve done this! Did ...

Blow-up

(Setting: 2 pm, mid-summer, heat is at a all time high, house)


(Chapters:, Georgia(Female, 29, dark brown hair, bright green eyes, tan skin, 145 pounds, 5 foot 11 inches tall), Lily ( Female, 19 months old , dark brown hair, blue eyes, 31 pounds, 33 1/2 inches tall))


Tensions were high as Lily seemed to have woken up in the wrong side of the bed. She had refused her morning nap, and had only eat...

Powder Keg

Her body begins to tense, fists clenched. An overwhelming heat consuming her from within. As a volcano bubbles before erupting, she too is close to an explosion of monumental proportions. She bites her tongue, tasting the bitterness of blood as she struggles to contain her mounting anger.


He stands still, behind the brown and white counter with the marble backsplash he despises. His wife, albeit ...

Vitriol

He raises his fist at me. “I want to hit you so badly sometimes!”


I take a step back and he does, too. His words catch me off guard, but it’s not the first time he’s saying something like this. I draw my arms around myself and he does the same, mocking me.


“That’s not fair! We’re all we have!”


He chuckles and it makes me smile too, seeing him happy. But what he says next is vitriol: “I’m leavi...

Star-Crossed Double-Cross

Nosh stepped into the spaceport gift shop, the air buzzing like the school hallways between classes. Outside, shuttles lined up on the launch pads, their engines humming, while a sleek SpaceX rocket loomed tall against a sky that was quickly darkening. Storm clouds gathered like a crowd before the big game, thick and heavy, a cold wind whistling through the glass walls.


Inside, it was all flashy ...

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F|ire

Note: cleaning up my drafts a bit. My work truck is down right now, so I’m just trying to post some of these old writings that I didn’t feel were worthy. Bear with me.


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One small spark,

an ember really,

to the powder keg

in the dark of man’s heart

— the one turns to the other

the mortars blazing

breaking away at her spirit

she said something white-hot

I couldn’t hear through the smoke

I ...

Midnight Stroll pt.3

Dear favorite stranger,


Meet in the library after the Game. I have something for you.


Yours, Ad



Ad had left another letter outside my door this morning, and it left me even more crazed then the first. First, he had called me his favorite stranger. Did that mean I was, or one of, his favorite people? And then he had said he had something for me, what was it? And lastly, he had signed as...