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: Scary Killian awoke slowly, the scent of salt in the air not abnormal, but the grainy feel of sand against his skin was disturbing. The rhythmic rush of the ocean was soothing, washing away the building panic in his mind and gradually he was able to pull his eyes open. He wasn’t greeted by the deck of the ‘Opulent Gull’, nor the ships hearty crew. He wasn’t lying in the swaying hammock that made up his bed below deck, and as he set his hands against the sea-soaked sand and pressed himself into a sitting position, he stared out at the vast and empty open ocean with growing horror. A haunting melody reached his ears, and sudden memories assaulted his mind. The ship caught in a storm. The captain ordering him to secure the canons. That same song on the raging winds, and the panicked cries of ‘Siren’ as men began to throw themselves overboard to the cold mercy of the ocean. Killian didn’t remember jumping, but he remembered freezing in place, his hands still wrapped in the cannons ropes as he approached the edge of the ship, eyes seeking out the source of the song; and then darkness. He didn’t know where he was now, and as he glanced away from the sun rising across the water, he took in the small island, but wherever it was the source of the song was there somewhere. He could hear it. He would find it. And when he did... The sailor staggered to his feet, toes gripping at the sand as he stumbled along the beach, and in the ragged reef just off the shore, a Siren slipped beneath the soothing waves, her song weaving a spell around the island that her prey would never escape. #Writing #Original #Writing Exercise #Ari Writes #Arista Writes
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Arista Holmes
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