VerbsBe. Do. Say. Walk. Run. Swim. Meet. Dive. Gallop. Fly.Watch. Look. See. Observe. Listen. Obey. Follow. Lead. Kill. Save.Rescue. Converse. Buy. Sell. Hoard. Kiss. Hug. Lie. Plant. Field.Play. Hide. Win. Lose. Punch.
I Stare Out Into The LakeI stare out into the lake.How I wish I was free.Fish swim beneath me.Fish do not fall in love.Fish do not get their hearts broken.Maybe this is how a fish feels when someone catches it.I feel the hook in my mouth, dragging me away.A kingfisher darts past me.So beautiful.I wonder if they fall in love.No kingfisher would cheat on their partner.Humans do.Humans are useless.Perhaps I should be a tree.Trees have no feelings.Trees would not feel this pain.But it must be a very dull life.I stare out into the lake.How I wish I was free.
Assignment: Write AnythingMerrick looked down at his shoes, avoiding eye contact with the two friends before him. He had no excuse for them. It was entirely his fault."I am so, so, so sorry," he whispered. He looked up and around the room. Even the books lining the shelves looked pissed off at him, like he was invading their territory, which in a way he was. Autobiographies, encyclopaedias, dictionaries, guidebooks and stories all glared at him."What are we meant to do now?" said Benvolio. "We're trapped in a damn library that stinks of damp and old people, or maybe just damp old people, I don't know. All I know is that I want to get out of here.""Keep calm," said Lorraine. She brushed some dirt off the sleeve of her suit jacket and looked at Merrick, who was still staring at his shoes. "Look mate, we're here and that's that. We just need to find a way out as soon as possible instead of standing here yelling about it." She whipped round and grabbed Benvolio by his tie. He choked."You," she said, her Lancash
The Love LetterErica Spore72 Dumfries LanePlumbrookSparrowshireSP32 6TW8th August 2006My dearest Erica,I cannot believe it. It has been a whole year now since you decided that you wanted to be with me. That day was one of the best of my life. I don't know how well you remember it. It was a cold day for August and I was working at the restaurant. I'd had a really rubbish afternoon and I was just looking forward to Greg's party that evening because I could let my hair down, get drunk and see you.I'd asked you out several times before, of course, because I thought you were absolutely amazing but you'd always made excuses. It wasn't the right time or it was too soon after the last relationship or you'd lost all respect for me because I'd slept with your sister. But that night, I felt lucky. Maybe I was just too drunk to think about it properly. You looked stunning in that yellow shirt and tiny denim miniskirt. I asked if you wanted to go out some time and you said yes. I floated home on a cloud t