Random letters

For a while I have not been inspired enough to write any story from beginning to end.  Even prompts have not had the desired effect.

The thing is, although I am only beginning to explore my creative writing, I feel I have become addicted to the sensation of words flowing from my finger tips as if someone else is writing them.  What else is hiding in the depths of my psyche that I am not aware of?  I want to know and for that I have to keep writing.

Today I resorted to a practice exercise with the simple intent of forcing something out without having to create an actual story with beginning, middle and end.

This idea is from ‘The Pocket Muse – ideas & inspirations for writing‘ by Monica Wood:

Chose ten random letters of the alphabet and write them at the top of a blank page.  Using words that begin with these letters, in the same order, write an opening sentence.

I selected my random letters by moving the mouse through a blog post on my screen.  I wrote five separate pieces which turned out quite different from each other.  This was a fun and challenging exercise to do.


I    S    E    N    R    K    O    T    Y    D


I seek enlightenment
Not reasoned knowledge
Or theological yarns


Isabella stripped Eric naked, right knee on the yard deckchair.


In spring eagles nest
Ravens keep out
Thrushes yearn dawn


I see, each night, Roger knock over the yellow door.


Ingrained sentiments eclipse natural reactions. Knowing others’ transgressions yet, denial.



Cinema memories

They were poor when they were small.  She had never known her father and his disappeared when he was two years old.  Their mother changed lovers like other women changed shoes and they were often left alone to fend for themselves.

Occasionally the mother gave them a little money to buy sweets but they saved it up to indulge in their passion – cinema.  Once they had enough coins for both of them, they would go to the cinema house and buy tickets for any films they were allowed to watch.  In those days they were able to watch some of the Hollywood classics and to this day, many decades later, she remembers the actors and the movies she watched.   Those are the sweetest memories from her childhood, when her brother and her were close and took care of each other.

When she became cumbersome to their mother she was sent into service as a live in maid.  Her brother hanged around the streets during the day.  At night he slept wrapped in a blanket on an small, old mattress on the floor, while the mother pandered to her latest man.


This week’s FWF prompt from Kellie Elmore is a word bank:

blanket – falsetto – cumbersome – cinema – coins

You may use one or all of the words. Don’t force it. If only one speaks to you, that is your muse. Go with it. If you can use all of them with little effort (no overthinking it) then let it flow. I look forward to reading you.

 free write friday kellie elmore