Brady Writes

I started a creative writing class through Ann Arbor Rec and Ed this week. This was our in-class writing assignment. I didn't manage to get any of the rest of the writing throughout the week done.

I decided to take a different approach today.  Elizabeth runs a marvelous blog over at Picture a Day , and she posted a very intriguing image today:   So I decided to try to figure out what had happened:

Writing prompt suggested as follows: Grab closest book. Turn to page 56. Find the 5th sentence. Type that in. Use it as your prompt. I randomly grabbed from my bookshelf, next to where my laptop sits, and came up with the following sentence. (Double points to anyone who can identify the book.) He had beaten the disease once before, but the symptoms recurred while he was summering on an island in the St. Lawrence Seaway. - - - - - - - He had beaten the disease once before, but the symptoms recurred while he was summering on an island in the St. Lawrence Seaway. He knew them well, and at first held out hope that he was simply misreading what he was feeling. But after three days of dry mouths, racing heartbeats, and sensitivity to sunshine, Larry knew he needed help. He wasn't exactly alone on the island, but he wasn't exactly in the middle of civilization either. His nearest neighbors, if you could call them neighbors at those distances, were at least a fifteen minute walk un...

You know what else you kids don't know? There's a line somewhere, and once you cross it, there's no going back. You decide that you're a grown-up and that you should probably start acting like one. You don't know what it means to act like an adult, but you try anyway. You don't see the line coming, you only see it after you've passed it. It's not a bad thing, this line. After all, it's just a line. It does what lines are supposed to do. It demarcates. It's like those signs at the carnival. When you're taller than that creepy clown with the giant hand, you know you're old enough to ride the scary rides. Only with this line, you don't know what rides you're about to take.

I caved and had to use a writing prompt. I'm guessing that will happen a lot. #219 from creativewritingprompts.com : I deserve a _____ I deserve a willow tree, full of hot dog roasting sticks. I deserve an heirloom tomato seedling, and a little plot of earth, and some sunshine. I deserve a suntan, except without the guilt or the freckles. I deserve an extra nap. I deserve pillows that don't sag and that fluff just right. I deserve a medal. Everyone deserves a medal. I deserve a tin can telephone, with a line that reaches to Wyoming. I deserve a gold star. Ok, maybe I only deserve the silver star, but I deserve a star regardless. I deserve a blurb on the back of a book boasting of my baffling brawn. I deserve hot fudge, and not on a Sundae, but with nuts and maybe whipped cream. I deserve warm grass between my toes, as a reward for ice and snow. I deserve the secret cranberry sauce recipe that I sampled at my brother-in-law's brother-in-law's breakfast table. I deserv...