There's a site called One Word. It's a lovely practice tool for writers. The instructions are simple. You will be given a word at the top of the screen, and you have one minute to write about it.
I do this exercise from time to time. If you want your entries saved, you can create a free account. You can also read what other people wrote.
I did this exercise today.
The word I got was PLANTER.
Here's the piece I came up with:
The planter lay shattered.
It took me a few minutes to even figure out what it was. His eyes were blazing. It did not even strike me that he had hurled it at me and I had ducked instinctively.
It would strike me later that what shattered that day was my soul.
Then I asked my son Atul to do the challenge. Here's what Atul wrote:
Potty the planter was a small, queer looking man. Well that is if you could call him a man. He was more like a small dwarf. A small dwarf with Elvish features. He was very peculiar indeed and loved planting plants. He would walk along the edges of the enchanted forest and plant a seed day by day, slowly expanding and growing the size of the great big trees that towered over canopy garden.I loved his piece, and you can also find his submission on the site.
My son then asked my husband to take the challenge! Here's what my husband, Satish wrote:
I always wanted to be a farmer and a planter. I would like a huge 100 acre farm with lots of greenery around it. The house would be in the center and surrounded by lots of planters. There would be lots of fruit trees and lots of vegetable gardens and peace and tranquility all over.Isn't it fun?
New post tomorrow.
Till then, stay creatively challenged! :)
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