10-minute Writing Exercises
This year, I have resolved myself to do more writing and one way I’m going to do that is by doing a 10-minute writing exercise every morning.
I was a bit of an overachiever today and did two. I won’t always post them, but I’m pretty proud that they are somewhat coherent and that I have the makings of a couple of stories.
***Note: The 10-minute writing exercises are unedited
Exercise #1 – Graduation
Every time Aubrey looked at her watch she wondered what he was doing. She thought maybe he was on his way to pick her up, but deep down she knew that he wasn’t. She looked at her watch again. It read half past three. Usually he’s at work, but not today. He went off somewhere and didn’t bother to tell her where he was going. He did say he would try to be there but if he wasn’t to call for a cab. A quarter to four and he’s still no here. Aubrey picked up the phone and dialed for a cab. When the cab driver arrived she told him to take her to the Pavillion office building. That’s where her – their appoint was. He promised he wouldn’t miss it, but she knows he won’t show. She’s been in this situation with him before. Ever since graduation she had hoped these things would stop but they never did and probably never would. She paid the driver and stood at the bottom of the Pavillion steps. She finally mustered up the courage to go in alone and once inside there was a sign that said congratulations.
Exercise #2 – Tyrant
She had a way of getting her way. She would hold the house hostage if she didn’t get what she wanted when she wanted. Everyone was afraid of her. It’s something no one expected when she came to us. This beautiful little girl with thick curly hair, eyes that melted your heart, a smile that warmed your heart and a gentle touch. When she came to us it was supposed to be a temporary placement, but we couldn’t let her go; so we said we would be her permanent place. Then one day out of the blue everything changed and not for the better. We woke to the house having been ransacked. We thought we had been burgled but then we saw her running about the house like Taz from the old Looney Tunes cartoons. She had a mincing look on her face and the eyes had changed as did the smile. She was no longer the little girl we had come to love and wanted to be a part of our family. It was quite the opposite. We wanted to give her back. We tried, but they wouldn’t take her. They said, ‘We told you, she had problems and you told us that you could handle them.” We had no idea what to do. Jack said he would take care of it and one morning I woke up to find both of them gone.