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So I am taking part in this book thing at school, and they are giving us daily prompts. I am not really doing them daily though lol.

We are supposed to post them all to the google classroom and then comment on each other's works, and interact with each other, but the idea of people at school seeing my writing still makes me anxious. I feel like I am doing things all wrong and I will not live up to expectations. I am supposed to be one of my school's "great writers" (which was why I was picked) but I don't feel that way really.

But I have to get used to it. I guess I am posting them here first just to have them somewhere, and to have the knowledge that maybe someone has seen it, and to become Okay with this fact.

Day 2 - 
Write about a place that matters to you.
Notes on a page. The binder is too full, it is a heavy weight familiar to my arm. Faces of my friends beside me, but it is not about our faces–we are not individuals when we are here. Simply, the choir. The lights are bright, but I am not looking at them. The audience is dark, but I am not looking at them, either. Not a sound but many sounds; harmonious or discordant, but always finely tuned. My ears will ring afterwards, the good-ache like the kind you get after weight training. This was training of a different kind, after all.

Day 3 -
What does it feel like to care about something?
The question to think about while you respond to this prompt is: how can I use imagery to communicate a feeling? 
You are preparing an entrée for an audience of one. Unease bears down on you, its presence so thick in the air your knife struggles to slice through it. Your pulse is jumping, your breath is short, your hands are shaking. Apprehension eats at you. They won’t like it; they’ll tear it apart; it’s not good enough. The meat is tender under your hands. Too pliable, soft, bleeding. Your heart is a delicate thing––it will not stand a chance against their keen knife. You push and pull at it, trying to mould it into the perfect shape, but it never will work. 

(I gave up lol)

Like sweating palms; like shaking hands; like faltering footsteps. Like wet lashes and wet cheeks; a heartbeat too loud for your ears; a sinking feeling in your chest


Day 4 -

Think of a noun. Write a description of that noun without naming it or being too direct.



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