Thread: give me something to write

i want to develope a decent skill of writing err.
so give me some writing challange I's noticed someone else was doing this, so"....." "im" asking for a challenge myself. "-"oh"..."and i do terribly with wrting less than- things, so go ahead and ask me to do them cuse youll laugh when you ask for 100 words and get 1000

Write about drinking a cup of coffee while taking a shit. At least 500 words. No "-ly" words allowed. PM me when you posted it so I'll know to look for it.

I's might omit that last part

woops. erm , i sorta, double posted, sorta. so ill just use this for the actual story"...."

Don't know if you're still looking for ideas but you could try a story about how you were betrayed by your toothbrush.

Omit the last part? That kind of defeats the point of being challenged and pushing yourself to write outside of your normal range.
Besides, coffee and poop go hand in hand.
Being english, the coffee part might be harder for you then I thought, as I hear ya'll prefer tea (as do I), so I guess that makes it even more interesting.
Good luck if you try it.

A point about coffee... I think that english people prefer to alternate between coffee and tea... unless you are strange and just have tea, like the posh 'uns down south. Anyway

Write about:
How your steroid boosted horse looses a race you were certain to win, so now you have no money and you are not allowed to use words longer than 6 characters.

erm...oh but malone, being 14 im rather to immature to post something involving the word "poop" onto a public board..and yes tea rules, coffe sucks....im not posh, but i dislike coffee, more of an american thing in my opion..T4LIFE , and betrayed by my toothbrush, intresting..
i might combide it into a longer, short story..

So fourteen year old don't poop? You have to challenge yourself and not be afraid.

Skirting writing about something like that isn't necessarily fear. I think I'd skip it, too.

I.B. you've got some stuff to choose from now, have fun!

ok, here it is, i used -ly words, and used words with more than 6 charcters 1109, words, nice number thanks to google for helping of spelling (woo google), well here it is, i used all 3 suggestions for the story, keep in mind , its about coffee, horse races, toothbrushs, and shit....*cough*


The brown, thick liquid sloshed out into the stained bowl with great ease, to Jim’s satisfaction. “Mmm, nice and creamy” said Jim. “Just how I like it”

The coffee, splashed gracefully into Jims, old coffee bowl, ever since he began drinking the brown, and somewhat vile liquid, and Jim had decided to drink it from a bowl, though for where the whim came from, he knew not.

Regardless, he took up the ancient bowl, and held it to his lips, savouring the moment, when the concoction, would enter into his body, and a new reality of taste would invade his senses.

As soon as it touched within’ his mouth, Jim lost all control, and was hopeless against the urge to devour it all, within a few seconds. “Putrid" moaned Jim.It tasted like the aroma of pure malice, the way you feel dirty when you’ve done something utterly evil, aswell as diarrhoea mixed together, in a dirty brown bowl.

He didn’t know why he switched to coffee from tea, “coffee was a distasteful, savage, and...crap drink, whereas tea held the taste of a thousand victories within it, or at least if mum could make tea, without smearing it with the taste of ten thousand humiliating defeats.” He said to himself.

“Speaking of crap where’s my routine” Jim scrambled around for a list that he kept from day to day, it reminded him of his essential, five morning essential objectives.
“Number one” he read, with a little to much enthusiasm “get out of bea, check, number two, drink five cans of beer, so I don’t get a hangover, check, number three, drink coffee, check, number four…bathroom proceedours” said Jim, worried that someone, somewhere, some all mighty being, might be watching him, or rather, reading an account of his day as so far.

Jim scuttled upstairs, where he initiated, bathroom precede ours. “Ach!” jims plead of help, more than testified for the odour now creeping through his home, as he, nose clenched with his fingers, flushed the toilet.

“Right, what’s next, ah, right, Phillip!” he shouted.
There was no reply.
“That’s strange, Phillip!”
Still, just silence, silence that settled in within the confines of Jims home.

Jim was disheartened, this had happened before, but Phillip had turned up the next morning, and needed a good scrubbing, which, of course, Jim attended to half-heartedly, but this time, Jim was going to get to the bottom of it.

He searched everywhere, behind the toilet, behind the sink, on the windowsill, under the carpet, behind the fridge, in his bed. All the places where Phillip could be.

Yet no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find him. Jim cried, and cried, he had never been without Phillip on a Tuesday, this was, a first for they’re relationship. As Jim, resolved to solider on, and began to wash his hands, out of the window, well window is an abstract term for it was more like a large hole that his friends had made as a joke once, “Heh, they even acted as if they were sorry to have missed, gosh, what great friends I’ve got.” It was Jims birthday, and he had invited all his “friends” around for a party, so, the tale goes, or at least how Jim reasoned it to be, they had rented a bulldozer, as a present, knowing he’d like to drive one, just once, and then, after deciding to give him a free extension, accidentally, almost hit him. “Ahh, what great guys, but, they still haven’t gotten around to finishing the extension.”

Still, through his hole, Jim saw him. Phillip. Making mouth contact with some other little hussies. Jim was distraught, to even think that his own, his partner on the journey of life, his toothbrush, could betray him like that.

Jim sulked downstairs, it wasn’t uncommon, he had even designed a corner where he could just go, and sulk. He cried, and cried, and cried. It was as if the world was over, nothing was important to him any more, Phillip, had betrayed him, only to go and, help protects the teeth of, some blond, young, tart, from next door.

The thought of it revolted him.
There was nothing left.
Until… a glimmer, a light shining, of hope.
He remembered wise words, imparted from a priest he had once met.

It was a wonderful summers day, Jim was going to church, to the happiest place possible that he could think of, passing the crucifix with a live man, placed upon it, groaning and crying, to represent Jesus, “this was” he thought “the best place ever!”

The priest, leading the service, had said “my children, when temptation reaches you, and you find yourself close to making small wagers for money, remember what the good lord says, you’ve just got to Bet every last penny and pound you have left!”

That, or it could have been something about gambling being a sin, and the fires of eternal damnation, but that was much less interesting.

And so, it was decided, Jim would go to the races today, and so, in the fullness of time, and after allowing more time still to grieve for Phillips betrayal, he went forth, to the horse races.

“Hey kid, guess what, bet on no chance, the odds he’ll win are, 110 percent!” said the man in charge of bets, to Jim, he looked trust worthy, he had a bag with a £ sign on it, and a huge scar, and there was even a wanted poster next to his stand, that just shows how much people wanted his services!
“Really!” Jim was shocked “ok, hers, my life savings, all three grand of it”
“Oh…that’s a shame, minimum wagers five grand”
“Damn, wait. Let me check my pockets”
Jim pulled out a check that he had won from the lottery, though he was unsure what it meant. “Holy hell kid that adds to, seven grand!”
“Is that close to five?”
“Erm.almost, tell you what, ill let you go with this wager”
“Really? Golly thanks!”
”Here, sucker,” said the bet man, as Jim had walked away.
“What a nice man, he even calls people suckers, for free, “ Jim let out a tear “that’s so kind”

It was over in a second.
Jim had watched it all, and rage dwelled inside him.
The horse had, almost won, but then, at the last minute, tripped upon its own genitalia, and fallen one centimetre shy of victory.

Jim sat there, alone on the bench.
“Oh Fuck”

I laughed. I cried. Both perhaps at inappropriate times.

*lays head on desk*

Well........you wrote it all right.

I can quite safely say, that is one of the funniest things I've read in in quite a while. Keep it up!!

that was fun... =]
thanks for the comments, always makes a fourteen year olds future look brighter to discover he can make people laugh, and cry, weather appropiate or not ...any more ideas are more than welcome, much...much more

You use "great" almost back to back right there at the beginning.
You used "vial" instead of "vile."
I think most of the internal dialogue can be taken out of quotations and cut the "said to himself" stuff. Just make it part of the narration.

Great story. When I said "-ly" words I meant as descriptions. Like "appreciately" or "sadly." I thought you did a good job of avoiding these for the most part, even if you didn't do it intentionally. You show a great sense of humor and writing skill. Naming the toothbrush Phillip was brilliant. I liked the hole in the wall as well.
There are a lot of mistakes here. I can tell you rushed it without revising and thorough editing. This made it a little hard to read at time. My biggest pointer would be to work on your polishing skill and revisions. Also formatting. I would have liked more descriptions about how the coffee tasted, as well, not just that you thought it was gross.
Great job. You show a lot of promise.