Thread: New writing exercise

Someone really needs to post a cool writing exercise that does NOT involve role playing games.

Sooo...post one. Nobody's stopping you.

I agree. I have an idea for one, but want to save it as an idea for the next challenge.

OK.

A man walks into a bar.

In one paragraph, 100 words or less, describe the bar; let us know what sort of place it is, what neighborhood or city it's in, who the patrons are, its state of cleanliness and what's on the menu (either drinks or food).

And be interesting while doing it (because that's the hard part !).

Have fun.

The intoxicating smell of smoke rose from the desolate streets of aul'tin. The city seemed to give off an aura, which was strange, especially as the aura it gave off seemed to be of pure drunkenness’. This was, probably because of two reasons; aul'tin had the largest larger production factory of any city on the planet, and two, fifty percent of its income came from a single pub.

The happy twit, or as many called it, "that place where we duz our drink’ an".
A huge building that was rumoured to be visible from the Great Wall of China, on the other side of the world.

Inside, its halls lavished with ruined paintings, broken glass, and the occasional unconscious tramp, emanated the small of liquor, and much of the smoke.

Several hundred citizens of the city, crowded around a counter, eargley awaiting they’re drinks. Many of these were employed by the local military for a number of things, ranging from explosives, rocket fuel, and most importantly, physiological warfare. Such was they’re pure alcoholic strength.

Usually a thousand or so people were in every one of the seventeen rooms of the happy twit, and not one, was sober, or for that matter, very sociable.

- i know this is 203 words, but i got into it sorry xD-

why not write a short story about a dream, the dream has to be amazing and unbelivible. this is vauge yet taxing, as it requires new ideas to be made, which is a good skill to possess as a writer (i assume XD)

ill try myself
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ballad of emotions

Kero lay, stiff and numb.
thoughts like "could this really be" and "where am i" as well as the more contrversial "what the hell is going on!" struck through his mind like trumpets next to his ear.

around him roamed a glade of grass. yes roamed.
it moved as if alive, and in a sense it was.

kero stood, slowly, but surely, the grass, stopped and stood to attention, they were awaiting his instruction. though he was never told this, kero knew it , within his own heart, and mind, which had become as if one.

he stepped forward, a thousand sounds eneterd his mind as if a whirlwind of every emotion imaginable. "this is unbelivable" he said to himself. with another step , the glade around him vanished, and he felt himself falling through nothiness. the ballad of emotions whistled around him, becoming stronger and stronger. the landscape changed, whiteness overcame him. and the sounds of emotions changed. it focoused less upon the excitment of his new domain, and became as if a strange peace.

noting happend for a moment, just a moment, but to him it felt...well...like a moment, only longer. he stepped forward, and upon an object unseen, fell to the ground.

groaning, he stood again, only to notice the crimson of blood hinted upon his arm. the whitness changed, the ballad of emotions changed. it warped and twisted.

scarlet colours surronded him, representing the rage he now felt. it was strange, though only a slight cut, it seemed to drain him of all things good. now all he felt was envy and rage.

fire began to fall from the sky. it crushed the landscape around, and from the fire, came beings. kero could feel it. they were evil, and they two, like the grass, were awaiting his instruction.

he knew not what to do.
but his rage did.

the demons spread, like the fire they emerged from, and consumed every plain, every emotion, every reality.

he was satisfied, but somehow, he felt new emotions remerging, those of guilt. and with his guilt, he knew now what he had to do.

he summonded the demons to his realm of fire, and there, he wished for they're end, he focoused on the happyness he had felt not long ago. cleching his eyes shut.

after a time, he opend them , only to find, the creatures, gone.

the ground broke about him, and he fell.
it was as if his emotions had been out of sync, but now they were rebalanced, as he awoke, sweat running from his forehead.

he smiled, and put his head back to his soft pillow, hoping for a second chance, hoping for a dream.

Originally posted by Eric Buchanan:
A man walks into a bar.
In one paragraph, 100 words or less, describe the bar

It was hard, cold. Roughly circular in cross-section, a half-inch across and ribbed with tiny protrusions to better grip the crumbling cement of the broken wall from which it thrust defiantly outwards. Still shiny in places, scoured clean by the recent collapse, but already beginning to succumb to the tarnish and rust inflicted upon it by the fumes and acid vapours from the nearby highway and industrial refineries. Now, too, it was stained with a faint smear of blood, quickly drying to a dull rust-red of its own.

The man sat dazed on the pavement, absently rubbing his bruised and bleeding forhead. Ouch, he thought to himself. That F$^#ing hurt.

Sorry. Couldn't resist...

And Rumrunner beats me to it.

People, stop that!

Actually, that's quite an exercise in this sense; describing a mundane and yet also unusual situation of absolute literalness.

impactblade:
Never hurts to get into it, but you are disqualified for using too many words.

(Note that I am not trying this myself. My greeting cards don't run under 100 words).

impactblade:
Now that's funny!

Originally Posted by Erik Buchanan

impactblade:
Never hurts to get into it, but you are disqualified for using too many words.

(Note that I am not trying this myself. My greeting cards don't run under 100 words).

impactblade:
Now that's funny!

yes well...seeing as theres not much reward for winning, i think the most important part is enjoying it ^^