This was my first creative writing workshop in my life! Thank you Offenes Wohnzimmer in Moabit 😀
Excercise 1:
There is a urban mith which says Hemmingway made a bet to his colleagues that he could write a six words story and so he wrote:
“For sale baby shoes never worn”.
We are invited to create one in only 15 mins, these where the results:
- For more information please read again.
- I love you not being here.
- Lonely wonderer blinding lights eternal darkness.
- Never feel pain again, procedure controvertial.
- There is nothing I still am.
- My dad was the last human.
- Dead husband broke in last night.
- Two plastic socks on red liquid.
Excersice 2:
Select one of our fellows six words story and write a Prologue for it.
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PROLOGUE
Dear Maria,
I am finding it so hard to read what happened. I am not sure if it make me nostalgic, angry, hopefull or wholesome. Since dad told me about your situation I can only pray for you. Please believe me this is utterly not a preaching moment. You may want to receive my wishes as atomic waves or anything related to your regular scientific analysis of life. The thing is, since you left home for school your plants hace veen very hard to keep up to and I followed your recommendation to talk to them. I read on the internet that this is clearing the air and something related to a so called CO2 around them. So I did it under this approach, because they are your plants, mines, you know, I would take them on a walk to church. So, since you mooved 350 km away from our shinny green village into that crazy urban NY huzzle there was nothing else I could do for you than to take care of them. But who took care of you on your last semester when you went through all the examinations, not telling anyone about your condition, not even your beloved Hannah. Why did you decide to face it this way, detached from anyone? Well, after the police officers went through every detail of our home – what leaves me feeling almost raped – I am writing to tell you I will still take care of your plants, but you better show up. Dad is utterly destroyed.
Love you Sis,
Carmen
STORY
There is nothing I still am.
/ or /
I love you not being here.
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M. Lopez