Hypnotic And Rather Spooky....

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Free Writing 1#

Trouble at work. I had to help. Only four hours. It's just a job.  I needed to be more presentable. Trouble with my appearance.  Why is my hair blue? Where have you all gone? Help.  I'm lost, you're lost. Blue.  Photographers everywhere why?


Free Writing 2#


If I could climb, I think I can see the star. So bright above me. Close but almost out of reach. I need the star. It calls for a wish. I need to find some height, a ladder, chair, there's nothing but the dark, looming. I hear voices. Dangerous voices. I need the star to survive. So I can go home. I hope I can go home...the star is dying out - I'm just out of reach now, reach! then gone. Dark. 



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Creative writing left me buzzing yesterday even though there were only four members (even our leader was missing!) but we did get to try something that I have never tried before. Free writing. A way of writing almost mindlessly and letting your brain wonder. It's a little like being hypnotised, Emma our leader for the night talked us into a sort of trance/half asleep state letting us dreg up feelings we felt about previous dreams and it was a truly spooky experience. Writing what you have thought of with your eyes closed I have attempted this free times, twice in the presence of company, and a last tonight to test it at home and it is really inspiring so, without further ado, here is what was written at creative writing:

PS: These are all completely unedited of what I wrote on the night :D


Authors' Notes on Writing #1: This was related to a dream I had: being asked by my friend to take over his job at work but had to dye my hair - this lead to my hair becoming blue and both friend and boyfriend had disappeared and photographers were taking pictures of people in the saloon I had gone to except from me. Strange dream, I woke very confused!


Authors' Notes on Writing #2:  This was written about twenty minutes later, after being made to think about an imaginary location going towards an object and this is what I emerged with. I totally wasn't expecting this so I was a little bit spooked but I'm still proud of my full sentences.

 I will save the third for another post when more relevant to my new piece of work, as I was able to discuss my invention brief last night and I think it's definitely a winner even if there was only four of us! I'll let you into the secret next week when more of the writing group know about it! Thanks for reading



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