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Sometimes using the alphabet as a literary crutch becomes an exercise worth doing. In this exercise I used every letter of the alphabet to create a short story in prose form. It's really difficult to get anything to work with the letter "X" as there were very few words I could think of in the moment that started with X. This always ends up being a fun exercise whenever I do it. Anderson crept along the cliff edge
Bribing the seagulls to squawk Careless his toe caught a stone and Down the hill he dropped Every moment passed by his eyes Flashed in between the seconds Gaining speed he began to panic How am I going to make it? Intertwined within the branches Just beyond the cliff-wall’s edge Kept his eye on a piece of rope Length of which he couldn’t have said Making a last ditch effort’s worth Not having another chance Out he reached to grab the rope Praying he trusted his glance Questions answered in one blink Reaching one last time Scorching hands to a halt The moment he held the line Under pressure he heard a crack above Vicious burning in his hands With an inch to spare it held him “X-ray Tango Delta copy?” “Yessir loud and clear” “Zero chance to let this slide?” #writingprompt #whatwordsstartwithx #alphabet In this episode of Writer's Block I tackle a couple of verses for a brand new song inspired by a childhood memory.
Took the railing in my hand Slid down to meet the ground Upon arrival the wood it split In my hand a splinter was found It took my breath outta my lungs Gasping for an inch of relief Wonder from the fall is what I found A jagged sword or an olive branch wreath In my Writer’s Block Series I talk about songwriting, what tools I use to get the lyrics right, how to break through writer's block, my inspirations for the songs I'm writing and you get to see it all as it’s happening in real time. For more Videos in my Writer's Block Series: 🖋 http://bit.ly/WritersBlockPlaylist 🖋 Winter storm impending inches
Gathered in the corner lot Suddenly the track it changes Staring down this little spot Fixtures stuck in solid ground Will soon be under foot The snow will bury everything The squirrels are really spooked Their tails they flicker to and fro Perched upon their branches Seeking out some shelter As they gather nuts in bunches The finches dance and tweet aloud Seeds within their beaks Making sure their nests are sturdy Ready for the sleet The generator’s primed and ready Humming drones sipping fuel Steadfast waiting for the snowflakes To get the message to the crew It’s almost time to rev up engines Hope the stations don’t run out Get those plows ready to push Uncover buried towns Another warning came our way This morning on the news “We’re expecting 3-36 inches” Said old Miss “Weathered” Sue She’s predicted storms back in the past That turned out to be nothing We're not prepared if this comes true So we’ll be eating stove top stuffing That’s all we have beside some bread PB&J and oats We have some milk and eggs to boot We could just make some toast The storm’s a-coming it’s true said she Old Miss “Weathered” Sue Batten down the hatches Get some candles, matches, soup Winter warnings watches boots Gloves and hats and coats that poof The track it shifted once again I think this really was a spoof Come on over, the griddle’s hot I think I’ll put on a fresh pot At least we have enough supplies To make French toast for sixty-five "Winter Storm Warning" is a poem by Brian Theoret. The pinks and purples and orange flares
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