Thirty Minute Free Writing

[Kyuu]

I know we'll be moving soon, but still... I felt like putting it up tonight. ^^

Okay, so here, I'll (or some one else will) put up a couple things to get you started thinking about something to write, then you'll write for thirty minutes (or less) and post it. Don't worry about spelling or grammar and what's posted doesn't have to be the main thing, you can just mention it. ^^ If there are any questions just ask and I'll add it up here. The next post'll be the first topic things.

I thought we'd have every topic up for a week before switching.(Hopefully, I'll remember to switch them every week.)

[Kyuu]

Topics (up until 8/16, yeah it's up a bit early)-

• Topic 1- an old photo
  
• Topic 2- running
  
• Topic 3- pride
  

[Kyuu]

My topic is the injury. Hope you like it.

Alex darted around the room, the room, looking for something. What was it? She's not exactly sure. But she knows she needs to find it. The room looks like any other living room, on the west wall, there's an entertainment center with a TV and a stereo to the right of it. Facing it is an old sofa, sagging with the weight of all the people that have sat on it. On the north side of the room, there is a book case. The books have been opened and closed over twice the times the TV had been turned on. The south wall was bare, except for a portrait of a happy-looking family. She had already searched through all the cabinets and drawes in the kitchen and was now taking each book off the shelf and shaking it. Normally, she would be apalled at the treatment of books, especially these, seeing as they had once been hers. But that life was over now. After she had gone through all the books (which had taken a while) she started going through the stacks of papers on the bottom shelves. "Ow!" she exclaimed. A bead of blood was forming on her finger where one of the papers had cut her. She took a second look at this particular piece of paper. It was stuck to the paper behind it, so she almost missed it. Taped to the back of the paper was a tiny silver key. 'This is it!' she thought.

[Inifs Omi]

<<My topic is cooking>>

Mc looks around for special spice; he needs to make this dish for consumer. But he can't find it "where is that spice?" Mc darts into and out of the kitchen, looking up top of the cabinets and under the stove.... "Hmm.." -pause- "where did I use it or place it last?" Mc thinks and darts into kitchen again and looks over his cooking book and notices its page is puffed up....

"There you are." mc says as he notices the time.... "Crap! I better get going" Mc walks over to the book on the shelve and flips through it for that dish.... "Chicken fried salad? … No Chicken soup? ... not it.... Fish n Chips?" Mc thinks for bit and notices the seconds pasting him and his work for good 10 minutes.... "The consumer wants something special, and Fish n Chips is the best I can do...." -pauses to think and flip the page again and notices one receipt, that taste great.

"Beef Wellington!" Mc looks at "how to make it" "that is perfect and it’s cooked for 30 minutes or until pastry is golden brown" Mc darts to the cabinets and looking for the beard he needs "nothing much, but I need Liver?" Mc walks back after he haves his beard for the meal "hmmm...." Mc starts the oven and starts to measure all the "stuff that goes it."

Pushed for time, Mc quickly mixes everything together and smells the mix.... "sweet, strong... -pause again- good- he quickly basically stuffs the beard and puts it in oven.... -time pasts about 30 Minutes-

"It's done" Mc grabs the dish from the oven and fixes the Beard with stuffing on plate and hits a bell and waiter grabs the dish and darts out the door and services it. "I wondered how he/she likes it." -End-

<<sorry for it being long and stuff>>

[rivenmist]

I supposed I have a kind'ave got a mix between all them....i think

I laugh. boy oh boy, did my 'love' have a surprise for when he got home. i knew what he had done, yet i had yet to think of a way to...'get revenge' as you might say. Boy, and tonight was the night. I swear that he'll die for this, for betraying my heart. Tonight was going to be our last together, and I shall forever cherish it in my heart.
He walked into the door around 3:00 (pm). "Hi, honeykins. How was your work?" I smile sweetly at him. He "It was good, I suppose...Hey, why's the over door open? and who turn it on?" He asked as I slyly snuck up behind him. "Well, sweetie.." I put my arms around his waist and whispered quietly, so that he would have to strain his ears to listen to me. "You see...I was trying to make dinner..." I slid my hands down his sides in a seductive way. "Uh huh.." He said while trying to look at me behind him. "But I couldn't figure out what to make for tonight..." I removed my hands and turned away to the counter next to me and reached for one of the kitchen knives, luckily he was too fuscused on the oven (Ealier I had prepared the oven by removing all the metal shelves.) to figure out what I was saying. "So I said to myself; 'how bout I just ask husband about making him pie?" I slipped back behind my dearly beloved. "So sweetie pie. What's it gunna be? Baked? Or broiled?"
He looked at me. "I prefer baked pies, my little cupcake." I shrugged and cackled happily. "Suit yourself." I stabbed him in the back , and blood gushed out onto the floor. He give a startled scream as I pushed him into the oven as hard and fast as I could manage. I aws rewarded when he fell headfirst and knock himself out on the burning insides of the appliance. I pushes the rest of him in easily bending his arms and legs so that he fit cozily inside my hellhole(LOL), all the while the horrible stench of charred flesh spread throughout the house. I shut the oven up tight, and locked it. I smiled to myself and he quickly woke up because of his singe-ing skin, and started to yell. I was lucky enough that the oven itself muffled most of the noise, and to even speed up the process I pushed the 'speed bake' switch on top of the oven. I then happily hopped over to the dinner table, laughing to myself as I went. "Dinner shall be served at 4:00" I merrily sang out to no one. No one that is, but myself.
END
*laughs* I've always had a fantasy about stuffing someone into a oven. XD

[Aura]

I hope you've seen Sweeney Todd Riven. xD

Anyways... let's see what I can spew out in fifteen minutes, shall we? I guess the topic could be either the injury or starting over, I don't know how far I'll get.

The first time it was done to him, he had screamed with pain - he had been just a young child, too young to understand even if he had wanted to, and all he knew was the sharpness of the knife and the burn that lingered for days afterwards, long after his skin had closed over the wound. Over the years he had learned to contain his pain, for after all it was his pain and not the pain of those who were watching. He didn't want to make them feel guilty, where he already felt guilty enough. He should not feel the urge to scream and wish to be gone, not while performing his duty. Not while following the destiny he was born for.

So this time, he did not scream, he did not even wince. He still felt the pain, the dull, throbbing burn, but to anyone it would seem as though he felt nothing. His eyes were pinned on the young man lying down, that other pair of eyes looking up at him expectantly - those eyes did betray the owner's pain. And so he had been summoned, to take the pain into himself. And so the knife pulled away, blood working eagerly towards the surface, as if trying to break free of its bodily bonds.

The ruby stream flowed freely down the side of his arm, slippery as oil, leaving no stain behind on his skin. He flipped his palm upwards and let a small pool of it form there, he saw his face reflected in his own blood, wrenched his eyes away and turned back to his 'patient'. His hand fell, it and the blood reaching greedily towards earth, towards the young man, who let out a sigh of relief as the drops fell on his skin and vanished as if they had never been there. The duty was done, the crowd dispersed.

As the young man stood and walked away, returning to his own duties no doubt, Arin stayed still and returned his eyes to his arm. Blood continued to flow and vanish, flow and vanish, the gash on his arm becoming less and less visible until the flow stopped and his arm was sealed again. No scar, no wound to mar his flesh, only that endless, throbbing pain that brought tears to the back of his eyes; the sudden fits of drained weakness that plagued him, that tiredness that never seemed to lift.

His arm throbbed with his heartbeat, burning more and more as his blood rushed to replace what was lost.

[rivenmist]

Will there be any more topics for this? Or can we put them up too if noone's going to use the older topics?

[Kyuu]

I put up new topics. ^^

[ashiko]

Yay! I wrote one for Pride and Running. Sort of fit both. ^^

He stood, staring at the monster in front of him. Well, all right, it wasn’t really a monster. Not like the ones that supposedly hid under your bed or in the closet. But to him, it was a monster.
His brain, fueled by fear, was screaming at his legs to run. Run and never look back. But he didn’t listen. He rarely did. Because his heart told him to stay. To stay and fight. To uphold his pride. It was shameful and cowardly to run. He’d been raised with pride, he’d die with it too. That was how his grandfather died. That was how his father died. And that was how he’d die too, dammit!
Planting his feet, he brought his hands up as fists. Nervous energy and adrenaline coursed through his body, giving him the urge to jump around. He resisted it, holding still, his fists barely shaking.
The monster approached. Slowly, ever slowly. The smell of death and destruction rolled off of it like beads of sweat, seeping into the ground, the air, killing everything it touched.
Still, he stood his ground, his pride not letting him leave while the people around him fled. His pride kept the tears at bay, pooling behind his eyes but going no further. His pride. His damn pride. It was going to kill him, he knew. One last tongue of fear lashed out at him as the monster hesitated merely ten feet before him.
Before he could do anything, pride shot it down, jetting his feet into action, and he ran. Not away, with the crowd. But forward, towards the monster. A wild cry left his lips, as the pent up adrenaline was released. He felt the energy flow through him, from his fingers, to his toes, propelling him on, running faster than he’d ever run before.
A flash of bright light, and a slight throbbing registered in his brain. But he couldn’t feel the pain. He jumped, bringing his arms up, blood flowing freely from one. But it was too late.
His pride kept him from running away, but it did nothing to keep him from dying. Damn pride.
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Wow, morose. Why do I always write stuff where people die?

[rivenmist]

Rasp stopped dead, the tree branch he landed upon shuddered under his weight.
What was he doing? Who was he to run? Why was he running? Why was he doing this?
To save her? Or protect them all?
His brow furrowed in concentration. He didn't know anymore. He cared for her, like a fragile doll. She would always worry about him, she always thought he was the reckless type.
She was wrong, of course. When had he ever gone into a battle without a plan?
He was getting distracted now, he glanced down to see if the meager traveling party had catched up yet.
They were back a ways, waiting for his signal to go forward. It was undoubtfully safe, or so he thought.
The Frostbite was creeping. He could feel it within his bones, and the temperature was getting steadily colder. They had to get somewhere warm, somewhere safe before the young pup, Jackamo, in the group was taken away to become one of the Frostbite's children.
The rest would simply feed it's uncurable hunger.
He glanced around again, looking ahead towards the billowing puffs of chimney smoke.
Almost there.
He raised a his three-clawed hand and made a 'come-hither' motion, then seemingly vanishd from sight and appeared even further ahead, scouting the area while the rest of the party trailed silently behind them.
He shivered at the coldness, the temperature was dropping way too quickly for him.
He wrapped his scarf a little tighter around himself and shuddered. He'd hate to think what would happen if they were caught. No matter what, it wouldn't be good.
He hurried onward, always checking.
They all had to hurry, because not only were the people of the Autumn Academy after them, the Children of the Scars would soon be too.