Freewrite 1 – Chelsea Bridge & India

I wrote the first freewrite  to the jazz song “Chelsea Bridge”, and the second to the song “India”.

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An evening stroll by the shore, slow and steady, across miles of chartered land. Sitting down in a sidewalk cafe, ordering coffee and a sandwich, savoring every bite as though it were the last. Moving over to the fireside, and huddling with a cup of hot chocolate.

2.

The runner sprints in almost full swing, going to a place that will only be visible once it is discovered with multicolored socks, black shorts and a plain white t-shirt, he ran, chasing all of his opponents and flying past them until he was just a dot on the horizon. He could have been anyone in that moment, just one of the many dots fading and pulsing in the distance.

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Environmental Writing 1 – Barren

This isn’t really a poem, essay, story, book review, or writing tip, exactly. I decided to experiment with a new genre: environmental writing. It is quite poetic, however,  Anyway, I hope you enjoy the description and that you imagine a scene in your head similar to the one that was in front of me when I wrote this.

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The sun casts its shadow over the entire scene, illuminating the blades of dry yellow grass. Dragonflies and other bugs fly in and out through the blades, unsure where to land, endlessly in flight. They mimic the path of the helicopter as it flies in circles around the dry, barren scene for a few minutes, and then decide to fly like the birds soaring overhead.

The two birds admire the semicircle-shaped scene; one of them lets out a soft cawing noise as it nears the edge, disappearing into the trees that surround the semicircle of grass. The trees, green and with many leaves, are the only spots of color in the barren landscape aside from the overhanging mud brick roofs of houses peaking out form beneath the trees. They are puffy, as though someone has inflated them with air – leaves reflecting the heat of the sun.

The blades of grass whip around by sudden gusts of wind, and each blade has its own distinctive shade and size – bright yellow, dull yellow, rusty brown, and dark brown.

Aside from the occasional whirring of helicopters and the faint rushing of cars, the only other noise surrounding the scene is the crunch of gravel as pedestrians walk along the winding path through the trees and the rustle of paper – man coexisting with nature. The only alteration to the harmony of the scene is a small field of green grass in the distance, a stark contrast to the barren brown of dry yellow grass dug out from the land. The contrast is striking where the sun streaks across the blades of grass, creating a patchwork of colors.

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First blog post!

Hey everyone!

So like all first-time bloggers, I am ecstatic to share my thoughts of the world with all of you.  Here’s a little bit about what my blog will be about, although you may have been able to guess from the title.

I will be posting my writing in all its styles and forms, from old writing that I have managed to drag out of boxes to my new, recent writing. Please comment on it and let me know what you think.

Also, if I don’t have any writing to share, I will simply post news about writers, writing tips, or anything that I feel like sharing with you really! I may also write impromptu pieces straight onto the blog (ie: without making a formal Word Document beforehand).

Once again, please comment letting me know what you think of my writing. Constructive criticism is always accepted, in fact, I would love some because it will be really helpful. Also, if you have any suggestions about how I can improve this blog (since it is my first time blogging) please inform me!

Thanks and I’m really looking forward to blogging!

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