Sep 24, 2014

TWS weekly wednesday writing challenge. 9.24.14

Set your timer to 10 minutes and start writing. Your opening sentence should be 

"There was a crispness in the air and a feeling in the wind... " 


Remember you can write in any style or format. When you are finished cut and paste your 10 min piece in the comment thread below OR put a link to your own blog or area where you write online.

4 comments:

  1. There was a crispness in the air and a feeling in the wind...

    Erik loved this time of year. Autumn always brought out the best air. Cool, but not freezing. Not too warm either. Perfect for a light wind-breaker.

    He took in a deep breath. The scent of pine tickled his nose. Another breeze danced in the air. It gently brushed his hair and caressed his skin. The boy gave a soft smile.

    Opening up his arms, he took in everything: the wind, the scents, the colors. The beautiful, changing colors. No longer a simple green, leaves on the trees were splashed and painted with bright, vivid colors. Reds, oranges, yellows. It was as if the forest was becoming a sunset. Simply breath-taking.

    Taking in the sights, Erik couldn't understand why people hated the fall. Perhaps they feared the oncoming winter. Or maybe they missed the freedom and heat of summer. But Erik couldn't help but love autumn.

    Another breeze blew, caressing Erik's body. The wind always seemed to become more alive during the fall. It was stronger, yet still gentle. It offered a refreshing breath of air, cool and calm. Feeling the autumn breezes, Erik felt more alive.

    It was truly the best time of the year.

    http://ramblesofasquigglesmurf.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/freshwriting-autumn/

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    1. "It was as if the forest was becoming a sunset."

      Beautiful line.

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  2. “There was a crispness in the air and a feeling in the wind.” A feeling in the wind?! What kind of feeling does the wind have? It blows. Yeah, lame pun intended. Blow me. Pun intended again. What is wrong with me? This is almost as bad as Snoopy’s “It was a dark and stormy night” bit. Aren’t I a professional writer?

    Ok, let’s think this through. My protagonist has just told her boss where he can go shove it and she’s scared shitless about what she’s going to do next with her life, but she also has feelings of freedom and exhilaration. She’s on the roof of the office building- wait a minute, she’s not suicidal, nor does she smoke so why the fuck would she be on the rooftop of the building where she just got fired?

    Ok, she’s outside the doors of the company, running out onto the plaza surrounded by a complex of office buildings. Maybe she lets out a cry of defiance that startles the drones walking past still trapped in their lame desk jobs without the courage to tell their bosses off. Sure, they’d be startled but they’d also give her a ‘watch out for the crazy lady’ look. But who cares? That’s the point. She’s free and her story she’s the hero.

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  3. Anonymous9:23:00 PM

    There was a crispness in the air and a feeling in the wind, and she felt her face break into a smile as she was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of incredible lightness. It had been years since she had been outside, freed from the brushed chrome and the oh-so-tastefully understated furniture. Free to breathe.

    And breathe she did, again and again, drinking it in like she’d fallen upon an oasis in the desert. The air felt cleaner and clearer than any she could remember, and it probably was. There was nothing here to make it otherwise, if they were to be believed.

    They’d lied to her about other things, clearly. The air outside wasn’t instantly fatal. You could survive outside the PopCap, at least for a while. And god only knows you could never really live in it, save in a stasis where every day is the same. Where every day you wait until the moment where your reason for living walks through the door and eviscerates you for leaving a mug on the breakfast counter.

    http://carolinehutchinson.wordpress.com/2014/10/04/prompt-there-was-a-crispness-in-the-air/

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