6 Word Story: 7/17

Hands are simply appendages that extend our actions and feelings in a physical form. If you want to know what a person’s life was like just pay attention to their hands. Did they save lives? Did they have a physical job? Are they married? Are they artists or writers?


Prompt Word: Hands

3.2.1…Quote Me Challenge

I feel like my writing is slacking a bit since I have been trying to watercolor everyday-gearing of for World Watercolor Month in July. I have been practicing a daily habit (some slips and here and there including my battle with chopping a sinister vegetable) of painting but it doesn’t leave me much time for anything else. I am able to get some writing done here at my day job but not only is it frowned upon (hehe) but I’m constantly interrupted by co-workers (how dare they work while at work). Then this little challenge was given to me to try my hand at and I can’t pass it up (even if late doing so) because I just love a good quote.  (I also have a couple of other challenges to catch up on, Fenton Friday Project, and Grotesque Angels)Here it goes:


Truth be told I haven’t come across this challenge creator’s blog as of yet but glad I did so. You can check his writing and ideas at 3.2.1 Quote Me. The awesome blogger who has given me a boost in the writing direction is Kristian. His short stories, haikus, and dare I say murder mysteries are a delight to read. Visit his blog for some inspiration from his tales and stories or just a relaxing read-a break from life.

Rules: 3.2.1 Quote Me!

  • Thank the Selector
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

I think I’m going to do my day quote word (since I’m late) and today’s prompt for my nominees. My Topic was: Experience. I have a lot of experience, especially in random nerdy things like all things 80’s (yup not afraid to let my 80’s nerd beam shine).

It is an old custom for the wisest to give way.

~The Saga of Harald Hardrade, c.27

Basically, choose your battles.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
~Heraclitus

As for Today’s Quote topic, it’s Success.

And the three bloggers I hope to take the challenge are:

HAPPY QUOTING EVERYONE!

Poetry: Simile and Metaphor Exercise

This is part of the simile and metaphor section of my poetry boot camp. Ugh, all I can think is, ‘Fu%*& me, these seem lame!’ I obviously need more practice.


Directions: You will come up with 5-10 similes and then 5-10 metaphors as fast as you
can. Compare each idea or emotion to a concrete object. A concrete object is something
you can touch (a pot, a table, an ocean, etc. Fill in the blanks as fast as you can. If you can’t
think of anything, skip it and go on the next one.

Compare each emotion or idea to a concrete, specific object. The more detailed you can
get, the better!

1 (simile) Anger is like a raging bull impaled by the matador’s sword.
1 (metaphor) Anger is a raging bull impaled by the matador’s sword.
2 (simile) Love is like an owl warm and safe in her nest.
2 (metaphor) Love is an owl warm and safe in her nest.
3 (simile) Fear is like a rabbit racing away from his predator.
3 (metaphor) Fear is a rabbit racing away from his predator.
4 (simile) Work is like a cold wet blanket on a fevered child.
4 (metaphor) Work is a cold wet blanket on a fevered child.
5 (simile) Summer is like a toddler running through a meadow of Blue Bonnets
5 (metaphor) Summer is a toddler running through a meadow of Blue Bonnets
6 (simile) My mother is like the attention seeking hypochondriac in the hospital bed begging for morphine.
6 (metaphor) My mother is the attention seeking hypochondriac in the hospital bed begging for morphine.
7 (simile) Life is like a ball of yarn that is tightly wound and then being played with by a kitten only to be rewound in a neat ball and this just repeats.
7 (metaphor) Life is a ball of yarn that is tightly wound and then being played with by a kitten only to be rewound in a neat ball and this just repeats.
8 (simile) I am as strong as strong and weak as a taught thread.
8 (metaphor) I am strong and weak as a taught thread.
9 (simile) Joy is like being greeted by unconditional loving four paws.
9 (metaphor) Joy is being greeted by unconditional loving four paws.
10 (simile) Shame is like a fog hanging over your heart.
10 (metaphor) Shame is fog hanging over your heart.


I found a meaning full poem at the end of this exercise. One that allowed me to put some emotions into words. I would like to explore more poetry writing soon.

 


 

Residual Experiences

My anger is the raging bull impaled by the matador’s sword.
Fear is my rabbit racing away from his predator.
The fog hanging over my heart is shame.
I am strong and weak as a taught thread.

 

Poetry-Sensory Exercise

Practice using descriptive words to describe the sights, smells, and sounds around you.
Use the places listed below and tell what each place sounds like, smells like, looks like, etc.

I chose an emergency room.

My quick notes: Sound of beeps, metal banging, hurried footsteps, running fluids, and clicking. Smells like sanitizer, soap, blood, and latex. See bright fluorescent lights, glare from tile floors, worried expressions.


E.R.

Beep, B E E P, B–E–E–P,
they get longer and more drawn out.
Swooshing of fluids and the clanging of the bed rail lowering
usher in more rushed footsteps.
Pungent aromas of latex mixed with perfumed alcohol dance.
Worried expressions mirror off tiled floors lit by buzzing florescent lights.
B—E—–E——P

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