How Do Your Writing Exercises Work? Essentially, I go to a “Single Word Prompt Generator” and have it throw a random word at me. Then I go to Unsplash.com and use that word to search their database of images, and scroll through for something that catches my attention. This may be something where I simply want to describe what’s in the image, or maybe it sparks a small story nugget in my brain. Regardless, I then take the picture and post it here, with credit, and proceed to write for 15 minutes. Whatever I produce, I share with you lovely people. Unedited. Typos are to be expected. Word Prompt: Question Sky took another sip of her vodka and coke, fighting the urge to simply chug it down, and order a third. She could feel eyes on her, but none of the men in the bar were drunk enough to approach her this early in the evening, and she huffed out a tired sigh before lifting her cool glass and pressing it against her forehead. “You alright there, love?” came a familiar voice, and her lips twitched slightly in response. “I’ve been better,” she admitted, letting green eyes flicker open to settle on the familiar face of her childhood friend where he leant on the bar in front of her, features worried, and arms folded. “Tell me?” Jon asked, and Sky heaved another long sigh, before returning her glass to the bar. “I got an offer,” she admitted quietly, watching her friend freeze as the information registered. She’d been trying to get signed by a record label for years. Sky knew she had talent, and she knew she could write songs with the best. She had written songs for some of the best, but her own career had never seemed primed to take off. That was all about to change, and she could see Jon’s confusion over her lack of excitement, and her fingers twisted the half empty vodka and coke anxiously as she considered how to give him the rest of the news. “Why aren’t you jumping for joy?” he asked, peering at her through the dull light of the bar, dark eyes narrowing suspiciously when her grin widened, but remained mirthless. “There’s a catch,” she admitted, shrugging one shoulder, “they want to sign me. Not the band.” “Shit,” Jon muttered, lips pursing and Sky grunted a quiet agreement to his assessment before the pair of them fell silent. “What did you say?” he asked carefully, prodding, but Sky just shook her head, and lifted her glass for another bracing burn of alcohol. “Nothing yet. Said I needed time to think.” “You’ve got to take it Sky,” he said quickly, and she blinked at him, startled. “What?” “You’ve been waiting for a break like this for years, and the others? They’re hobbyists at best,” Jon encouraged, “You know that, they know that, this is your time you have to grab it with both hands.” She couldn’t hold his gaze, brutally honest and determined to convince her, and Sky let her green gaze settle on her drink once more as the manager began to move around the room, turning on the lights for the evening and shooting Jon dark glares for lingering too long beside a single customer. “At the very least, talk to the rest of the band before deciding,” he muttered, before being forced to step away and serve some of the other customers, waiting for their refills. His distance gave Sky time to breath, time to think, and as a white neon light flickered to life behind the bar, she snorted softly. ‘This is the sign you’ve been looking for.’ Maybe it was, she mused. Seemed like convenient timing, and her friend was right too. It wasn’t a decision she could, or should, make alone in a bar after two vodka and cokes. She needed to talk to her band, but one way or the other, this felt like a sign. A turning point in her life, and Sky was prepared to grasp it with both hands, no matter which road she found herself on. #Writing #Original Writing #Writing Exercise #Ari Writes #Arista Writes #Snippet
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