October stings my nostrils:the scent of harvest, skunk,and smoldering leaves heavy with dust and recent twilight.Gravel crunches patiently underfoot,monologuing in earthy tones on sediment and sand.Brittle air pinches my cheeksand the gentle roundness of your ears until they blush from the attention,red as summer, cold as frost.
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Blade Song
One of my favorite creative writing exercises came from my first composition class of college. The idea was to write a two-three page sketch based on a single moment in time. The way I remember, we were told the timeframe should be no more than 30 seconds, and it should be written in present tense […]
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