Saturday, February 6, 2010

Free Writing Exercises - Bharat

Duration: 10 mins.

And as she stood there, there was nothing. She looked out at the sky and saw some clouds moving along towards a center in the sky. They are marching out for a war. There was nothing but water at her feet that was trickling down a a a a a a a a a a a a a a. The water was cold and someone was singing far away in a distant valley. Maybe it was lament for a lost lover. The lines were not defined. It was as if someone was trying to evoke form by using just paint and colors and not worrying if they merged or if the silent green went a little too far out. She looked again at the sky. A A A A A A A A A A A A A. A crow flew across a a a a a a a a a a . The water. She liked water. It reminded her of being safe. It reminded her of being in the womb. A A A A A A A A A A A A. If she could, she would have folded herself up like a baby and let herself sink but that would eventually lead to death. The lament rose in the air. The singer was grieving. She could a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a. Maybe she a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a. she looked at her hand and then started walking back. Cars and truck passed by but she didn’t bother to look around or wait. She went straight ahead. No looking left or right. Her fists were clenched and her nails were digging into her palms. It didn’t matter. It didn’t bother her. She kept on walking. The road itself started to rise and steeped upwards and she like a determined traveler kept on walking. She was barefoot. The black asphalt was still was from the day. waves of heat were escaping out of it. maybe it would shower later in the night. a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a.




Duration: 15 mins

The sunlight slipped though the curtain leaving lines of brilliant white on the wall. A dog was howling outside. The fan wasn’t working again. The fucking fan. The room a a a a a a a a a a. The man was sitting in his vest and was still sweating. Only if the fan worked. Opening the door would just make it worse. The wind might cool him down a little a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a. It was as if his skin was suffocating. He kept on looking at his phone and kept on walking up and down the length of the room. Not the fast walking but walking almost as if it was a stroll in the park. a a a a a a a a a a. He picked up the phone again and dialed a number. He didn’t even have to go to directory. He remembered the number well. The bell rang three times bef….. it was the same shitty song on the caller tune that had been there for the past six months. If he could a a a a a a a a a. He thought this time when she answers he would scream at her to change the fucking tune. He would be happy to hear the monotonous ringing of the phone instead of the same ear piercing sound of this song. He tried to place the song in his head but he didn’t remember what it was exactly. Maybe it was Green Day or some other crappy punk band like that. It didn’t matter. He would tell her to change it for sure. a a a a a a a a a a.

“Hey,” he spoke in the phone.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you are a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a you didn’t call back? So I called just to check.”

“Dad, I told you I’m fine. You don’t have to keep on calling me every five minutes. I’m doing ok. I’m fine. I think I told that to you about an hour back. The world won’t change in an hour.”

“I just called because I care you know. Sometimes I care a lot,” she didn’t get his side. Maybe that’s why they never got along.

“God! Yes I know that you care and I’m very thankful for that but you worry too much a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a. You talking to your friend again?”
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1 comment:

  1. i tried a couple of free writing exercises just to see what happens. in the second one i wanted to try out bits of dialogue and see if that can bring a story idea in which i can work with dialogues mostly instead of description.

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