30 minute Exercises
By sunra59
Short pieces of creative writing - to spark a little colour through my grey cells.
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Love and Mince Pies.
It's not easy to find somebody to love you. I was in Waitrose on Tuesday - they had a lot of mince pies and Christmas puddings - but I couldn't find somebody to love me.
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30 Day Life
I spent the first two days of my life trying to make sense of the light. I didn't think I liked it much and I crawled under a table to hide. Under the table there was a book.
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A Gathering of Horns
Unicorns were not only beautiful, but intuitive beasts. They foresaw a time when the beauty and rareness of their horns would bring about their end.
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A Jewel.
The room that I sleep in is small. There's just enough floor space for me to turn around in.
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Strange Bird
Hi. What can I tell you about myself?
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Long Life Span
People tell me I'm thousands of years old. I don't know about that. Sometimes it feels like I've always been here and sometimes I feel like I just woke up today.
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Small Town vs Big City
I lived in a small town once. The people there tried to stick me in a can with a new label. The new label said, 'ONE OF US'. The can didn't agree with me much and I didn't agree with the can.
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If I were Father Christmas.
If I were Father Christmas I wouldn't bother shoving pillows up my jacket to make me look round and jolly. I'd be the first of a whole new breed of introspective Santas.
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Jogger's Bum.
So there I was. Riding down the High Street on a sunny Sunday morning. Jacket zipped right up to my Adam’s apple. A borrowed bike beneath me. Only three gears.
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