Jennifer Pickering

Category: Writing Exercise

  • Dusted, rusted.

    My bones, dust. My heart, rust. These are the truths that I’ll choose to trust. I’m fragile, broken. I’m voiceless, unspoken. I have nothing to give so take this as my token. I keep heaving my chest, But there’s nothing left. No fight, Or convection, No Devine resurrection. I’m just a reflection, A smudged imperfection.…

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  • Who destroyed music?

    Writing prompt: what or who destroyed music to you and why? (Prompt taken from twitter user @cantabprompts). They lost all ammunition, When they wrote for politicians, They tried to be political, Critical, Analytical. But the words didn’t fit the beat. When they wrote about who would beat The minorities who, for the majority, were left…

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  • Unnecessary Words

    Writing Prompt: Use 2 or 3 paragraphs to describe something which would only need 1 or 2 sentences. The door, a beautiful mahogany with ageing handles, stood magnificently in the hallway of the old Victorian home. Michael had always meant to replace the original hinges as they groaned whenever he opened it but, even with…

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  • I tried to love you,

    I tried to love you, I promise. Because I was still healing, I hadn’t learnt how to love myself yet, No matter how much I wanted you, I couldn’t love you. I wanted you. I can promise you that. I fell further from myself, Trying to fall for you. Each step I took closer was…

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  • Not for us.

    Writing Prompt: Aliens arrive but do not attack. Instead, they say they’ll choose 100 humans to try and convince them they shouldn’t destroy earth. You are up next, number 100, with nobody else in front of you accomplishing the goal. Save earth. “Well,” I stumbled, trying to work out what was worth saving, “well, I think,”…

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  • After they left us

    [Writing Prompt: We know what’s out there, what happens next?] Growing up I had always been afraid of what was out there, like the darkness of the night sky might swallow us up and we’d disappear before we knew what had happened. I think I always knew they were there so when they came I…

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  • Breathe.

    This is a sort of self created writing prompt. The first part is a tweet a composed earlier (aka 280 character limit) and then I just allowed 30 minutes to free write (little to no editing) the rest! It went a way I didn’t expect… I forgot how to breathe, my inhales & exhales became…

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  • Lonely Traveller

    Who are you, lonely traveller? What secrets do you hold that I do not know? Where is your destination? Unknown? I’ll paint your picture as you watch the horizon. A vision of intrigue, not law-abiding. Do you traverse the pavements of the night? Find solace in dark corners? You, the absent wanderer. The aged empty…

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  • Countdown…

    The seconds move slowly, drifting from the screen. Time is endless now. Each word is thought out, given meaning. The seconds move faster now, quickening, each second dispersing as I attempt to find direction. Was this a waste of seconds? Or this? Or this? Or all that came before? I have no time to worry…

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