My professor assigned my class this writing prompt that I found very exciting and quite interesting. I want to post on here my prompt so you may see into my head and appreciate the beauty of sentence structure. Then I want everyone of you to do something. I want you to do it yourself. Challenge yourself. Open up your mind, expand your creativity with flexible rubber-band-like depth. Go beyond what you can normally do and try this prompt out. It definitely is challenging and a little hard, but it definitely gets your creative juices flowing. So please, if you will, leave in a comment your entry. I want to read all of them. Here are the rules that my professor assigned:
Rules: Write one paragraph, maximum of three sentences, using these 13 punctuation marks: apostrophe, brackets, colon, comma, dash, ellipsis, exclamation point, hyphen, parentheses, period, question mark, quotation mark, and semicolon. You may use a punctuation mark more than once.
My entry:
He stood, towering like a tree – that damn devilish fiend, no friend but foe; “Slender Man” was what they were calling him – staring with his pale, porcelain face into my soul . . . he was eyeless. From the get-go I knew I must’ve been marked (but why? [Slender Man always, ALWAYS had reasons!]), and I didn’t know how I could survive this creature and his psychological haunting: cryptic, elusive, ambiguous. He wore a dark suit, the night concealing his presence, the trees taking him as their own; I blinked, and I was alone.
My name is Kevin. I love music and writing and reading. Creativity is in my blood. I love blogging.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Writer's Block
my thoughts hang in
the gallows,
suppressed by what was
and what will never be
the gallows,
suppressed by what was
and what will never be
shadows stretch across the
horizon of my
imagination obscuring
my vision
love, let’s cry
horizon of my
imagination obscuring
my vision
love, let’s cry
through
loveless eyes
loveless eyes
tomorrow won’t be better
filled with an
empty embodiment
inside
words, they can’t
escape
clouded in billows
of smoke,
escape
clouded in billows
of smoke,
my ruins,
my thoughts
dead
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