Five Word Exercise

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Lock the door, grab a stopwatch, and get your creative juices flowing. I am hoping that the following writing exercise has a little twist to it that you will find alluring.

Below, there is a list of five words. Read them. Take a minute to digest these words. And give yourself fifteen minutes to scroll out an original story/scene.

Aside from the time limit, there is only one other restriction. You cannot use any of the words in the list below. The words must only inspire what you are to write within those fifteen minutes.

Good Luck!

The Word List:

"Gallop"

"Lumber"

"Fluorescent"

"Ajar"

"Wrench"
 
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Interesting exercise you've come up with here, McMurphy. I'll give it a shake, but I have few expectations...
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'Tharn?'
'What?'
'Look. The door. Did you leave it...'
'No. I locked it,' Tharn said, shooting a meaningful look at Pharan. 'I'm sure of it.'
Pharan held a finger to his lips. Tharn nodded, but as Pharan headed towards the slightly open door, he pulled him back. Pharan raised an eyebrow; Tharn raised a hand. Wait. He jogged quickly back to the car, popping the boot with care, making as little noise as possible. In the dark he could barely see what was in there, so he roped blindly for a moment, finally laying his hands on something cold, hard, and heavy. The weight felt good, reassuring. He left the boot up and rejoined his companion.
They crept up the path together, but at the door Pharan let the now-armed Tharn lead the way. The hall was dark. They sidled along until they felt the absence of a wall to the left, and passed through into the kitchen. There was the crunch of broken glass beneath their shoes. Pharan tried the light switch, and nothing happened. Tharn motioned him on, and they stepped through into the living room.
'Hey, fellas!'
'Christ!' Pharan yelled. Beside him Tharn had jumped, losing his grip on his makeshift weapon. It clattered to the floor. The thing standing before them eyed it curiously.
'You boys gonna do some plumbing?'
The two companions stood gaping at the creature standing before them. It vaguely resembled a horse, though it'd never be able to get up to trot, nor much else, carrying the weght it did. No, it was built for a different kind of movement all together, something more akin to the largest terrible lizards of the Jurassic.
'What the hell are you doing here?' Pharan asked.
'And what did you do to my kitchen?' Tharn added.
'Sorry,' the thing said, looking contrite. 'Low head room.'

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...In retrospect, harder than it looked. I think I went slightly over the time limit, and some of the word associations are tenuous, some blatant, but I think they are all there.
 
McMurphy said:
Lock the door, grab a stopwatch, and get your creative juices flowing. I am hoping that the following writing exercise has a little twist to it that you will find alluring.

Below, there is a list of five words. Read them. Take a minute to digest these words. And give yourself fifteen minutes to scroll out an original story/scene.

Aside from the time limit, there is only one other restriction. You cannot use any of the words in the list below. The words must only inspire what you are to write within those fifteen minutes.

Good Luck!

The Word List:

"Gallop"

"Lumber"

"Fluorescent"

"Ajar"

"Wrench"
Click to expand...

The Thredorians whipped up their mounts and drove them at a fast pace along the narrow ridge that encircled the mountain; breath could be seen to erupt from the horses mouths as the temperature plummeteded to well below freezing. They had to save the princess from what they knew awaited her. Turning the bend the men quickly reined in their horses as they looked at the panorama set far below them, screwing up their eyes as they searched for movement. The moon crept over the mountain behind them shedding its light on the mounds of logs which could obviously hide a multitude of men - their enemy! But they had to find a way through them. They looked up at the moon's shining face and wished that some clouds would come and smother its force. Their enemy needed it to enable them to see, but the Thredorians were noted for their night vision.

Turning as one, they watched - far below, an etherial figure stepped out of the log cabin and, leaving the door open, walked across to the barred and bolted shed. Even from that distance they could hear the screams as, violently twisting open the door, he lurched inside ...
 
Breathing hard, Maice let his horse slow. It was full dark now and the furuchi fungus was already aglow. He gave Swelt the reins and let him pick his way through the damp woods.

Now that he felt he had lost any pursuit from the cottage, he tried to understand what had happened. When he found the open door, his curiosity got the better of him and he had to check it out.

The scene he saw then had at first startled him and then his instincts led him to run back to Swelt and take off. They must have had horses out back because they were after him quickly.

After twisting his ankle leaping on to the horse, his flight was uneventful. Now he just wondered what, in truth, he saw and what it might mean.
 
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A rider raced urgently down the mountain, to the House of the Elder. Parn, who was collecting timber in the forest, was the first to see him approach; and he gasped, dropping his timber, recognizing him. The man was bleeding, leaving behind a trail of red upon the grassy field; and his horse was bruised all over, quivering as if about to die as it raced to the village.

Parn rushed over to him as fast as he could, trying to get his attention by calling his name from the entrance of the forest grounds, a quarter of a mile away from the field's center.

"Brother!" he yelled, trying to get his attention; but the man was oblivious to the call, as if under a spell or in deep concentration, and he continued heedlessly.

Parn noticed something bright, something shiny, something reflective from across the field. A necklace of some sort. He stopped running, and he suddenly shivered.

So he had succeeded, he thought to himself; and he knew his brother would surely perish, stealing the accursed necklace from the Arch-Lord.

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That's all I could manage in fifteen minutes. I'm a very slow writer.
 
Sanguile only just dodged the charge of the impetuous little goat, he rolled to his right and frantically scrambled to his feet, hearing the second charge on its way.

He could not help the grin that grew upon his young face, always this happened and always with this little goat. After a day of chopping logs, tidying the barn and herding goats this is not what he needed.

"How is it that the rest of the herd goes in their pen so easily but not you?" He dodged a second charge from the feisty character. "I be thinking you are just too bright to be a goat, you should have been something else, a cat maybe. Even if you do not leave yer door open a cat can finds a way out!"

Sanguile chuckled at the thought and then got headbutted in his side. All at once he went flying through the air, his ideas torn from his mind to be left standing looking bemused at the manic scene that was unfolding.




Hmmm there, not too bad I thought.
 
McMurphy said:
"Gallop"

"Lumber"

"Fluorescent"

"Ajar"

"Wrench"
Click to expand...

It is 4:45 PM right now. I shall begin....

The landscape was smashed by the hooves of the glowing horse, owned by the creator of time doors. Heavygut, as he liked to be called, could not move very quickly of his own accord, thus a horse was required for traveling. It was unfortunate that his pupil left time door 42 open. This somehow caused the sun to disappear.
So Heavygut, upon his glowing horse, must get home and inspect door 42. His homeworld depends on his success, that is, if they want their existence to continue. Under normal conditions, he would not have taken a glowing horse, but these were not normal conditions.
Bursting through his front door, he found Dwerghast, his pupil, running towards him.
"Something came through door 42!" Cried Dwerghast.
Staring at his pupil, unkindly, Heavygut stated, "You were told never to go beyond door 30. But for now, I will not investigate your violation. We need to find out what came out that door and why it caused the sun to disappear."
Dwerghast, calming himself, began to give his account of what he saw. Heavygut took this in, with great interest.
"So you believe it was a beast made of antihydrogen and it ate our sun?"
Dwerghast gulped. "I think so, sir."
"You are aware we'll have to access a probable time door. This will require we find a future where we might exist, and hopefully, find a another set of doors, although leading to futures where antihydrogen predators exist."

It's 5:00 PM. That was fun.
 
Sorry I have SUCH a wack sense of humour that my mind immediately came up with:-

He galloped into the fluorescent lumber yard where the limber Lombers were lumbering around complaining of lumbar pain. he wrenched ajar the door to see the wicked wench writhing worrisomely upon a wild wicker web.


Sorry!!
 
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