Eduarda
Srishti is annie is eduarda right?
I wasn't sure if this should go in forum games, or writing, but I guess since it's not an actual writing piece, I'll put it here. Mods, if you want to move it, you can
I guess this can be a tool to help get feedback on your writing skills. Basically, every post should have 3 parts to it.
So I'll start:
Editing:
Writing piece:
Writing prompt:
Put the sentence "And that's when I saw him" in your piece.
I guess this can be a tool to help get feedback on your writing skills. Basically, every post should have 3 parts to it.
- Edit the writing piece of the user above you. Give suggestions for next time, feedback, pros, cons, and a rating if you wish.
- The user above you should have ended off with a writing prompt. Use that writing prompt to write your own creative writing piece. There's no limit, but it's suggested to keep it around 100-200 words.
- Put down a writing prompt for the user below you to use. This can take a form as a setting, a sentence to start your piece with, a sentence to end your piece with, an object to have in your piece, ect.
So I'll start:
Editing:
No one above me, so
Writing piece:
Let's say the writing prompt given to me was "A cold muddy place".
I opened my eyes, expecting to see colour. Sunlight. Greenery. Anything to contradict the despair and emptiness I felt inside me. I wasn't even sure of from where those feelings even came from. But the scene which unfolded beyond me just mockingly complimented the weight on my heart. Darkness enveloped around me. The air was thick and humid. I saw dark shapes beyond the unforgiving veil of fog. After squinting and letting my eyes adjust to the dark light, I realized they were trees. I was in a forest. And I had no idea how I got there. My fingers searched the wet mud, running over roots and prickly plants until I found something unfamiliar. A smooth yet delicate item. Paper. I picked it up and tried to let whatever stream of moonlight escaped the thick canopy to shine light on the letters etched there. The message made my heart stop.
You are Henry Anderson. There are people looking for you. Run away. Don’t let anyone find you.
I opened my eyes, expecting to see colour. Sunlight. Greenery. Anything to contradict the despair and emptiness I felt inside me. I wasn't even sure of from where those feelings even came from. But the scene which unfolded beyond me just mockingly complimented the weight on my heart. Darkness enveloped around me. The air was thick and humid. I saw dark shapes beyond the unforgiving veil of fog. After squinting and letting my eyes adjust to the dark light, I realized they were trees. I was in a forest. And I had no idea how I got there. My fingers searched the wet mud, running over roots and prickly plants until I found something unfamiliar. A smooth yet delicate item. Paper. I picked it up and tried to let whatever stream of moonlight escaped the thick canopy to shine light on the letters etched there. The message made my heart stop.
You are Henry Anderson. There are people looking for you. Run away. Don’t let anyone find you.
Writing prompt:
Put the sentence "And that's when I saw him" in your piece.