Imagination

Writing Journal

Writing Journal #1: Write a very short story that begins with "I get bad news in the morning and faint."

My eyes flutter and stars swirl in front of them. I'm not talking about the dizzying ones; I'm talking about the legitimate ones. Bright, white, sparkling ones next to a moon that is far from being full. But that is fine by me, that's just the way I like it. Just how life is. I rose from the smooth sand, footsteps silent as I tread across it, the diamonds in the sky a reflection in the cool body of water. I broke its surface, sending ripples as I entered the serene calmness. And with that, I lay on my back, the water lapping against my face, beckoning me once again. I felt as if gravity had disappeared, and I was floating weightless. Up, up and away. My eyes are sealed once again, and as I sink back into the dark, dark space, it felt nothing but comfortable.

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Writing Journal #2: Write a short story that ends with these lines.

"She was the one drowning. But there was no one there to rescue her."

She was round. She was never able to get clothes her size. She dreaded it every time she walked into class, with all eyes on her body. She would sit, and have people snort at her. 'Oink oink,' They'd say.

'A pig that floats on water.' They'd say.

It was that one time at Claire's birthday pool party. Her skin was the color of rose from the sun, and she appeared confident in her pink bathing suit.

'The color blush suits you well, my dear.' Said the shopkeeper.

She was happy. She believed in the shopkeeper. Until she saw her classmates strutting past her in their bathing suits. Strapless, two-pieced, vibrant-colored ones that complimented their beautiful, toned bodies and flat stomachs. One of them didn't look as confident, she had a look of hesitancy on her face. She was sure of it. She wanted to walk over, to comfort her and say it's alright, that she wasn't alone. But the other girls beat her to it.

'You don't look like her.' They sneered.

'You'll be fine, you don't look like a pink piggy balloon.' They snickered in her direction.

The girl's eyes slid down her body, studying her. And suddenly, she was happy again—as if she was floating through the air with happy thoughts.

She looked down at her feet, her hair tumbling around her face. She couldn't see her toes.

'Whoops.' She heard. A needle poked her back, and down she crashed into the ice-cold water. It was bone-chilling on a hot summer's day. She didn't even have time to catch her breath. She was a pink balloon, wasn't she? She should be floating, shouldn't she?

She looked around, people were casting glances her way, flickering their eyes onto her body and then their own. Satisfied smiles made their way onto their faces. She didn't understand. She floats the best, yet—

She was the one drowning. But there was no one there to rescue her.

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Writing Journal #3: Twitter Fiction—Write a short-story that is under 140 characters long.

- He had asked her to enter his dream job interview together. She got in, he did not.

- People cried—but the mother and newborn were silent.

- 'Stop smoldering me with kisses, Simon!' she giggled. His name was Jordan.

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