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Writing Prompt

WRITING OBSTACLE

Write a story containing a large amount of dialogue, but without using the word 'said'.

Explore other ways to describe speech. Remember, forcing synonyms for 'said' into dialogue can be awkward; you don't need to use speech tags for every line.

Writings

Last Goodbye

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁. Thank you in advance




“Are you really leaving?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gabe looked away, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jacket. “Yeah. It’s… it’s not my choice.”

“But you can fight it, right?” I stepped closer, searchi...

The Whales

‘There’s a good twenty to thirty pages dedicated to Whales’

‘Really?

‘Yeah, I got nearly a hundred pages in and then he started into the whale stuff’. Sometimes, Jeremy thought, you needed to speak. Over time, some tumbler inside you filled and filled. You might forget it was there, but when the opportunity came, you emptied it. It couldn’t be helped. The relief was palpable.

‘Because it was a cl...

👑 Princesse 👑

[🌻Something Ive been working on. Trying to write a novel, feedback please! Enjoy!🌻]



In bed I twist and turn. In my head, I watch the fire burn.


I'm in some weird dream. In front of me is an enormous campfire. It looks perfect - so perfect its fake.


3 boys sit around the fire with me. It's almost impossible to see whoever is sitting across from me, only their hair - almond brown hair fluffed...

Lies, Secrets And Assassins

“I swear, I had nothing to do with it! Listen, Kay, I’m not your enemy!”

His eyes burn with rage as he walks towards me, hands balled into fists.

“Lair.” He growls, slamming his hand into the wall beside me.

I flinch.

“The nights you simply disappeared, the limp you never explained, the time when you told me to stay out of the way at the kings ball, the excuses that always seemed filled with h...

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Something I Wrote

In bed I twist and turn.


In my head, I watch the fire burn.


I'm in some weird dream. In front of me is an enormous campfire. It looks perfect - so perfect its fake.


3 boys sit around the fire with me. It's almost impossible to see whoever is sitting across from me, only their hair - almond brown hair fluffed up in the front - and part of a snow white forehead is visible from where I am.


The b...

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(🌻Hi! Feedback would be greatly appreciate! I want to try writing a novel with this!

Thanks and have the best day/ night😁🌻)



I wake up to the maid pouring me tea as usual. The warm sent flows up my nose, pleasing my foggy morning brain. With a tired sigh, I sit up and stretch. Rosie - my maid - gives me a small curtsy.


“Good morning, Your Majesty. What would you like in your tea?” she says so...

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ᕼEᗩᖇTᗷᖇOKEᑎ

I awoke to people talking- my guardians. 


Anger rose inside of me, I was tired of hopping from place to place, hoping someone would care enough to keep me. It’s been 10 years now, 10 years of switching homes, 10 years of meeting new people, growing close, then leaving. Again and again. All I’ve ever known is coming and leaving. 


I stood up from behind the velvet couch, spooking the two adults I ...

Go

“ Marlee, have you seen my phone? I’m gonna be late for work!” I swerve around to her. My best friend. Short blonde hair, quite tall, and crystal blue eyes. Where as I have ,long dark hair, about a foot shorter, and have dark green eyes. “Naomi, you work at a library.” She sighs. “And?” “And! And you own it for Pete’s Sake! ” “Give me it.” I hold out my hand and she pulls it out of her pocket and ...

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Saïd and Sadi

“Beunos dias, Saïd. You seem sad.”


“You can say that again” Saïd agreed. “I am sad, indeed.”


“Why are you sad, Saïd?” Sadi asked from the daïs.


“Well, Sadi, see, I wanted to speak from the daïs.” Saïd was sore; It’d been promised he’d be scheduled to speak succinctly from the daïs that Sunday.


“Ah, I see, Saïd. Certainly, that is a surprise,” Sadi suggested.


“I even schlepped some visual aid...

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Strangers On A Bus

The bus slowly pulls up to the bus stop and adjusts into park. The doors shoot open and the bus driver stares back at me.


“Swipe your card please.”


The bus drivers words only partially jolt me from my daze. Robotically, my hand pulls out my bus card and swipes it on the credit card reeder. I take my first step down the aisle and raise my eyes to scan for an open seat. I see one at the back of t...

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