The Writer�s Toolbox

A start of an exercise for her.

 My only defense was to write down every word they said.  I spent hour after hour writing down everything.  Every single vowel, syllable, noun or whatever I wrote it down.  The way I saw it was that if I just focused on writing it all down they wouldn’t be bothered with me in the long run.  I just wrote down everything, and I wrote some more.  It didn’t matter how strongly I objected to their words I just wrote it down.  My heart raced faster and faster and the more it sped up the more I wanted to keep writing.  I almost started to write down my own thoughts but I knew I had to continue writing the words they were speaking.  Can you imagine the amount of trouble I would have been in if I didn’t get everything down.  The sounds in the background started to grow and it began to torture me ever so slowly.  The words they were saying were starting to become harder to understand.  I needed desperately to write down all those words.  I became determined just to hear the words.  I would not fail this task; in fact I could not fail this task.  I just wrote and wrote.  I got down every single word and there was nothing that could have stopped me.

 

“She may be young, but she’s not stupid.” He said.  A huge sigh of relief just fell out of me.  They all looked at me and I quickly looked to the floor and wondered when I could leave this miserable place behind.  He walked over to me and got close to my chair.  I could feel his warmth radiating off of him.  I was terrified of him yet; at the same time he brought some comfort to me.  He was stern yet I could feel his softness.  I wanted him but I also wanted to get away from him.

Author's Note

This was just a sample I did tonight. I had bought this neat kit called 'The Writer's Toolbox' last night and I wanted to try out some of it's exercises. This is just what came out from it before I was interrupted and lost my train of thought. Enjoy.