- Mary - Mary was my grandmother's name. She was a slight woman with wiry grey curls and a warm smile.
- sorrow - It broke her heart to watch him leave, even though she knew this was for the best. Knowing it was the right thing did not make saying goodbye any easier.
- joy - Standing at the entrance to the room filled with all of her friends and family, she began to weep. These were not tears of sadness. These were tears of joy. She took a deep steady breath, rearranged the skirts of her dress and entered the room where her future husband was awaiting his bride.
- blue - He had beautiful sparkling blue eyes.
- mug - Shivering against the cold, Dan pulled his blanket a little tighter around his shoulders and wrapped his icy cold hands around the mug of hot coffee. The heat spread into his fingers as he gripped the sturdy vessel.
- skirt - She clutched at the hem of her skirt to preserve her dignity as the blustery winds threatened to lift it over her head!
- shoe - I would have never have thought I could be so attached to a shoe! Looking for those perfect shoes to go with my wedding dress was a seemingly endless chore. I knew as soon as I spotted those perfect red satin shoes trimmed with black velvet and organza that those were 'the ones'. I cherish those red shoes and they will always remind me of the smile on my husbands face on our wedding day.
- John - John hated his job. Every weekday morning he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Once there he showered quickly, washing his short dark hair.
- Wednesday - Wednesday is date night. It is the night she looks forward to most. It is the night she can curl up next to her husband on the big squashy sofas in the corner of their local pub.
- car - Looking out of the window, she noticed the sleek black car with the tinted windows was there again. She couldn't help but feel uneasy, that was the third time this week. Was someone watching her?
- coffee - Taking a deep breath, David breathed in the rich aroma of his morning coffee.
- newspaper -
Showing posts with label finding inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label finding inspiration. Show all posts
Friday, 3 June 2011
Bringing Objects and Emotions to Life
In the News
Looking at the newspaper today I picked out the following stories which might be inspirations for stories.
- Extremely Rare Mozart Score Found In Charity Shop - special treasure discovered in charity shop
- Woman Buried Alive in Woods - possible crime thriller
- Alligators Spotted At Fishing Lake - possible setting wildlife reserve?
After looking at these stories and thinking about how to incorporate them into a story I have decided to write a short piece on number #1. I began to describe how the discovery was made..
Lee coughed and spluttered as he breathed in a cloud of dust he had disturbed while moving the box of old books and papers. He dropped the box and pulled a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe his mouth and eyes. As the box landed, the top flipped open revealing the jumbled contents.
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