After reading this on Kesi’s blog, Wading in Walden Pond, I tapped myself:
Time Limit: 7 minutes
The first sentence: She looked at the blouse dripping with water and gave a loud sigh.
And so, here it is…
She looked at the blouse dripping with water and gave a loud sigh. People always assumed that spontaneity is a good thing. But it’s not. She’d decided that today.
How dare he think that she would enjoy such a thing. The nerve of him. And on their first date. James Hodgson would have a whole other thinking coming his way if he thought that he could just pull her into the fountain like that. And with all those people there. What did he think she was? One of those strumpets at his… All those people!
What if one of
herMother’s friends saw her? Sopping wet in that filthy water. She could see it now. They would call her into the library. Father would be reading his paper, Mother would be knitting. “Eloise,” they’d start. No, she’d start. Father would just sit there. He never said anything.
She’d say, “I was talking to Mrs. So-and-so today. She mentioned that she saw you with that James fellow. Outside that restaurant. What’s it called? Willow’s Cafe?”
At that moment, she’d own up and apologise. She always did. She could make her do that.
Curse that James.
I’m not really sure how this is supposed to work. So I just assumed you’re to start writing as you start the timer and stop when seven minutes is up. As a result, it’s kind of jumpy, but I think it turned out okay.
I’ve struck out one word that I felt didn’t belong. And I added quotation marks around the mother’s words. I hope that doesn’t count as cheating.
The This reminds me of when I was in grade three. We would have one creative writing assignment every week. Mrs. Grossman would start it off my by writing a sentance sentence on the board, and then we’d have to continue from there.