Writers Exercise – Free Writing

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Writing Exercise – Freewriting. If you missed the previous exercise tap here.

Join me in a continued exercise in free writing. Below is an example of a 15-minute free write in our writer’s group meeting. We were all given different prompts; mine was:

‘This was Friday afternoon and, true to my words, the weekend lay before me like an unfulfilled crater…’ I wrote this unedited piece:

The Weekend

This was Friday afternoon and, true to my words the weekend lay before me like an unfulfilled crater – It’s always been like this for me. A busy creative week on my machines has always kept my body and mind fully occupied. But a long time ago, I made myself a promise. Friday evening my working labours would stop until Monday morning. I stick to my decisions and never deviate.

Some call me stubborn, but I’m just a serious person – simple as that. Friday night What to do? I’m not so hot socially and am on my own so what do I do? I went over to my kitchen, maybe I’ll make up an interesting meal. Let’s have some coffee first. I reached for the kettle, As I touched it, there was an explosion., a blinding light, and there was this beautiful woman dressed as an Arabian. She beckoned me to follow through a curtained doorway. I was shocked when she led me into a sweet-smelling room. With six, seven, maybe ten other beauties. Cushions were spread all around the floor. My Arabian lady pointed to the floor –‘sit’. She commanded.

And my jaw dropped, not only at the stunningly beautiful ladies but also the delicious plates of scented meats. Then there was wine that tasted like no other I’d ever drank before. I’m not at liberty to give you any further details as to how my weekend progressed. Save it to say I enjoyed the grandest time of my life. Then it all ended. My vision was hazy. I was lying on the floor – I’d tripped and fallen, bashing my head and face. And was knocked unconscious. For the entire weekend.

Let me demonstrate how you can take a 280 word free write (above) and use it to write a 750-word mini short story (below).

Whether you have never tried writing or are a seasoned writer, free writing is a fantastic tool. If you prefer prompts check these.

The Weekend

This was Friday afternoon, and, true to my words, the weekend lay before me like an unfulfilled crater – It’s always been like this for me. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy. I see weekends as an unfulfilled crater, so that is what they turn out to be. I think I know why this is; I have a busy creative week on my machines producing brass ornaments, which has always occupied my body and mind. I love what I do to the extent I often wonder if I’m fixated on what I do. It’s as if my work is my mistress.

But a long time ago, I made myself a promise. Friday evening, my working hours would stop until Monday morning. I stick to my decisions and never deviate. But maybe, in avoiding becoming a social freak, I create another problem of becoming a hermit in a cave.

Some call me stubborn, but I’m just a serious person – simple as that. Friday night, what do I do? Let’s face facts: I’m not socially hot and live alone, so what do I do? I’ll go over to my kitchen; maybe make an exciting meal. But let me make some coffee first. Yes, coffee, can you believe it? Most men I know would be involved in a piss-up in the local on Fridays. But then again, I’ve never developed a taste for alcohol, so I guess I’m a freak in that area, too.

I reached for the kettle; as I touched it, there was an explosion., a blinding light; momentarily, I saw a kaleidoscope of strikingly colored stars. And there was this beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous Arabian outfit. She beckoned me to follow through a curtained doorway. I was astonished when she led me into a sweet-smelling room with six, seven, maybe ten other beauties. Cushions were spread all around the Persian carpeted floor. The Arabian lady pointed to the floor –‘sit.’ She commanded.

I sat, and my jaw dropped at the stunningly beautiful women and the delicious plates of spiced meats and wine that tasted like no other I’d ever drank. I’m not at liberty to give you further details about how my weekend progressed. I was hoping you could, save it to say, enjoyed the grandest weekend of my life.

Then it all ended. My vision was hazy. I was lying on the floor – I’d tripped and fallen, bashing my head and face, and was knocked unconscious for the entire weekend.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized my injuries were relatively superficial, but how about the unconsciousness? That was the more serious matter, like being out of it for twenty-odd hours! I asked myself a few basic questions, you know, simple stuff like my age, my address, and where I worked, and I could answer them all correctly. So I couldn’t be that bad.

Just then, I heard someone trying to open the front door. I made my way through the hallway. It was Roger, my buddy from the factory, followed by two paramedics. “Hello Roger, what’s up?” The three walked past me – no greeting as if I didn’t exist. “Hey, what’s going on here?” None of them even turned, just completely ignored me. I followed the three into the kitchen.

 “This is where I found him on the floor clutching the bleedin’ kettle,” Roger said.

“Switch the kettle off, pull the plug out!” The paramedics jumped into action.

‘Blimey, some poor joker copped it.’ I thought. I couldn’t see who was lying on the floor because they had put a mask on his face and were using a defibrillator.

After a while, they stopped the shock treatment, and one of the medics said, “Sorry, Roger, I’m afraid your friend has died from electrocution.”

They removed the mask – ‘Oh my god, that’s me – I’m dead! No, no, no, I don’t want to be dead.’ I leaned against the wall and promptly slid right through it.

 Then, I saw this tall white creature with marble-like features and long wings. It had a soft, gentle voice,

“I’m Angel Andrew, and I’ve come to collect you. Why are you wailing about not wanting to die?”

“Well, I was quite happy being alive, and besides, where are you taking me? Was it you that electrocuted me?”

“No, it was you. How long have you said you must replace that kettle because it was dangerous?

“Where are you taking me?”

“To your heaven, silly-billy, and we don’t want to keep the ladies waiting now, do we?”