Creative writing exercises to get the words flowing.
You will need:
Pen and paper, or a keyboard;an egg timer; a quiet place or a busy coffee shop; a bit of courage. Visit "Read me first" post for further instruction.
My Attempt: I checked the address for the fourth time, this must be it. I suddenly felt like I had to pee, but I looked at the clock and decided I was too early. Pulling back onto the road and turning around the block, I thought, I should have just told him I didn’t feel well. He would have know it was a lie, but at least he’d have something to tell everyone, instead of, sorry my wife is insecure and socially inept. My palms were sweaty, and I really had to pee. What if there was someone at the party that I didn’t want to run into. I tried to remember the names of the people I had met before, but I couldn’t think of one, not one except for the guy that invited us and his wife, but I was sure they didn’t even like me. I should have told him to come home first, so we could arrive at the party together, so I could grip his hand and tell him in a whisper as we approached the door, not to leave me alone with anyone I didn’t know. I turned back onto the street again, the spot I just left was still empty. I parked the car, check the mirror, for eye junk, boogers or something in my teeth. I grabbed the bottle of wine, then debated leaving in the car. What if they didn’t like this kind of wine, or didn’t drink wine. I should have brought beer. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepped outside, and immediately started checking that my skirt didn’t ride up, that my bra strap wasn’t showing, that my shirt wasn’t too wrinkled. I ran through what I would say to who ever answered the door. “Hi, you don’t know me but, my husband is already here.” “Hey, I’ve come to crash the party.” “Hi, sorry to be rude, but may I use your bathroom.” Another deep breath. I walk up two houses, double checking the house number. It seems too quiet. What if…oh shut up already. Press the doorbell. Clench and unclench my hand, deep breath, someone’s coming to the door. “Hey, I was wondering where you were.” Oh, thank God.
My Attempt:
ReplyDeleteI checked the address for the fourth time, this must be it. I suddenly felt like I had to pee, but I looked at the clock and decided I was too early. Pulling back onto the road and turning around the block, I thought, I should have just told him I didn’t feel well. He would have know it was a lie, but at least he’d have something to tell everyone, instead of, sorry my wife is insecure and socially inept. My palms were sweaty, and I really had to pee. What if there was someone at the party that I didn’t want to run into. I tried to remember the names of the people I had met before, but I couldn’t think of one, not one except for the guy that invited us and his wife, but I was sure they didn’t even like me. I should have told him to come home first, so we could arrive at the party together, so I could grip his hand and tell him in a whisper as we approached the door, not to leave me alone with anyone I didn’t know. I turned back onto the street again, the spot I just left was still empty. I parked the car, check the mirror, for eye junk, boogers or something in my teeth. I grabbed the bottle of wine, then debated leaving in the car. What if they didn’t like this kind of wine, or didn’t drink wine. I should have brought beer. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepped outside, and immediately started checking that my skirt didn’t ride up, that my bra strap wasn’t showing, that my shirt wasn’t too wrinkled. I ran through what I would say to who ever answered the door. “Hi, you don’t know me but, my husband is already here.” “Hey, I’ve come to crash the party.” “Hi, sorry to be rude, but may I use your bathroom.” Another deep breath. I walk up two houses, double checking the house number. It seems too quiet. What if…oh shut up already. Press the doorbell. Clench and unclench my hand, deep breath, someone’s coming to the door.
“Hey, I was wondering where you were.” Oh, thank God.