Hey there!
I can't believe I didn't upload last week's writing exercise. So sorry!
Therefore this week you get to read two exercises. That's not so bad, isn't it?
So here is writing exercise number 088:
2017/08/20
– cactus (Haiku)
Though
covered with thorns
A
cactus is a symbol
Of
passion and love
And this is writing exercise number 089:
2017/08/24
– too tired (double drabble)
[…] As Jack reached the gates, he couldn't fully believe what
was happening. He knew the world was a more wondrous and magical
place than anybody could imagine – hidden in plain sight before the
eyes of the oblivious and ignorant humans. Jack might be human, too,
but he did believe there was more than met the eye. And ever since he
had met the fallen angel he really knew there was a lot more out
there than most people assumed.
In
the quietness of her living room Asuka Ishimaru sat at her desk and
stared at the paragraph she had written, fingers hovering above the
keys of her laptop. It was 3:49 a.m. and the author had been in
denial of her tiredness for hours. Her brain felt as if cushioned in
cotton wool and stuck in the thickest of mists; white, blank – and
impenetrable for any words to come forth. She kept on staring at the
screen for a good seven minutes before she deleted the whole
paragraph and sighed frustrated. Asuka rubbed her temples and sighed
deeply again. It was no use. Finally she stood and trudged to bed.
Deeply huddled beneath her blankets she instantly fell asleep.