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: Towering Sanura lay back against the soft summer bracken, her long hair fanning out around her and she let loose a long sigh, as the tension fled her frame. Her fingers sank into the velvety soil and she shifted a little until the roots of the tree were no longer pressing uncomfortably against her spine. Her warm gaze traced the tree trunk where it towered above her, the ridges in the bark speaking to its ancient age, and she let her eyes follow it up into the canopy high above. The mish-mash of branches melding into a latticework that granted her shade from the summer sun, while letting her glimpse the shimmering white clouds hanging in the blue sky. Another deep breath released into the forest around her, almost a sigh, and Sanura let her eyes close as she focussed her sharp elvhen hearing on the sounds around her. She could hear something scrabbling through the undergrowth to her right, and a kestrel crying out in the distance. She could hear the brush of the breeze through the forest surrounding her and she let the sound wash her mind blank. She drew in a breath this time, slowly enough to make her head spin and her fingers twitched against the forest floor before she relaxed once more. The scent of summer blossom tickled her nose, a slight dampness in the air the told her of the morning dew, and a sizzling that said the sun would be scorching before it reached the midday peak. Lips against her own, sugary sweet and Sanura smiled. The man she had travelled to meet had surprised her once more. Creeping up on her location despite her attunement to her senses and she groaned at the taste of cream and pastry on his tongue as it brushed against her own. As he pulled back, she grinned up into warm eyes and a welcome smile as he held a cream cake dangerously high above her head while murmuring a soft greeting and breaking into the quiet bubble of existence she’d created with a gentle; “Welcome home, my love.” #Writing #Original #Writing Exercise #Ari Writes #Arista Writes
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