Review #2 – Living the Dream by Lauren Berry (novel)

Set in London, switching focus between two writers Clementine and Emma, Living the Dream is a book full of sexual mishaps and inevitable disappointments. Emma is a semi-successful blogger stuck in a 9-to-5 in the soul-destroying marketing business. Her life is a culmination of tacky company motos and presentations on things she doesn't believe in and …

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Creative Writing Class #3 – The Hairdresser

   I always get one of two reactions from a hairdresser.    The first lot are incredibly excited by all the possibilities with my hair - the kind that has no predetermined direction and lots and lots of hairs to mould and chop into whatever form they want. They love that I have it short …

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#11 -“Is that blood?” -“No? ” …

Jenny: Is that blood? Gloria: No? Jenny: That's not the kind of question you should be answering with another question. Gloria: Hmm. I guess not. Jenny: Grandma, you're covered in blood. Why are you guessing at anything right now? Gloria: Aww, it will come out in the wash, I'm sure. Stop fretting, love. You worry too much, …

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Creative Writing Class #2 – Fill in the blanks.

We were all given an opening sentence: The first time (he/she/they/name/I) heard (song) by (artist/band) (he/she/they/name/I) were (up, by, on etc. + place) (action). And so, here is what I cam up with . . . The first time Sam heard Changes by David Bowie he was up on the hill in Pildacre Fields waiting …

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Creative Writing Class #1 – Write about a job you used to have.

I clench my fist. I knock on the door. I hold my breath. I hear the noise. I hear the yelling. "Answer the fucking door!" A woman. Old. Probably a slow mover. Definitely a chain-smoker. I hear the dog bark. I hear it lollop towards me. Barking and bucking and panting. I hear it come …

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#10 – You stand accused of killing the Queen. The only person who can vouch for you is her ghost. No one can see her.

I did not kill the Queen, I plea, I did not kill her, can't you see? Her ghost sits there, in that blood red chair, And her finger does not point at me. I wrote this in my translation class as part of an exercise and wanted to share it on here. Short but sweet, …

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#9 Describe what’s going on in at least three sentences where most of the words are alliterative.

Pitted paint strokes of white pepper the sky. The girl bellow gazes glibly, gladly, ambiguously. Carpet centred elegantly, elevated upon scorched sand. Sea or sky? Blotchy paint bleeds; betwixt borders blends hues of blues. Scratched is the sand by the painter's brush; stroked organically, deeply, deliberately. Blue is her face, blue is her hair: ponytail, …

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#8 This image is the culmination of a swash-buckling narrative filled with adventure, love, and loss. Tell the tale.

Theirs is a tale of eternal separation; a tale of two hearts forever conspiring but never connecting. She carries the salt water, while he carries the sweet. No matter how much they share, they will never be one true unit. At certain points they meet, encircle, entwine, caress and collide. They know they belong together, …

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