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Friday Freewrite #33 – Didn’t

May 18, 2012

Freewriting is an exercise in timed, stream of consciousness writing. It’s a fun and useful activity for writers of all types. Every week, I’ll provide a prompt as a springboard for freewriting. For more information on what freewriting is all about and how to do it, see this post.

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Today’s prompt is a first line:

“I was the only person in the room who didn’t…”

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I hope this prompt has stirred some interesting thoughts and ideas for you! Freewriting is inherently messy and sometimes deeply personal, but if you feel comfortable sharing your results, please post as little or as much as you’d like in the comments.

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  1. May 18, 2012 5:27 pm

    I seemed to be the only person in the room that didn’t know exactly what I was doing. The controller burned hot in my hands as I pushed random buttons, wondering what the outcome would be. Suddenly, a hidden soldier shot me from behind, and my first Halo experience closed. Marley slid the controller out of my hands and congratulated me on surviving as long as I had, then continued his game from the revival menu. I buried my face in shame.

    • Anita M. King permalink*
      May 18, 2012 11:05 pm

      Boy, is that a familiar feeling you’ve written about. One of the reasons I usually avoid multiplayer gaming, especially with my brother.

      Thanks for stopping by and participating!

  2. May 19, 2012 8:58 pm

    I’m definitely looking forward to your posts every Friday πŸ™‚

    • Anita M. King permalink*
      May 19, 2012 11:43 pm

      Thanks! I hope you’ll find them interesting. πŸ™‚

      • May 21, 2012 6:30 pm

        If you’re interested, I’ll be posting random snippets of non-prompted writing on my blog! If not, you’ll see my comments every Friday xD

      • Anita M. King permalink*
        May 22, 2012 1:41 am

        Sounds good. I’ll be sure to check it out!

  3. May 20, 2012 9:41 pm

    I was the only person in the room who didn’t mind the cold. Everyone else was shivering and whining about it, but not doing anything to solve the problem. I had spent too much time in the desert, so the cold was refreshing to me. I like extremes in temperature, though my skin hated me for it. These people were comfortable at 72 degrees and only 72 degrees. They loved the mediocre, the boring. They never truly lived. They don’t know what it’s like to be so hot that you’re delusional. Seeing the beauty in heat waves, and the seemingly dead desert around you.

    • Anita M. King permalink*
      May 22, 2012 1:40 am

      Oooh, intriguing. Why has this person spent so much time in the desert?

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