Don’t Think, Just Write

My task:

• There are eight exercises below and each one comprises 
• a simple set of three questions.
• Each one should be answered as quickly as you can.
• Don’t stop and think just start writing and keep going.
• Once you have completed all 8, pick the one that appeals most to you and turn it into a short- one page- story. 

1. Who is coming round the corner?
Brayden

2. What is their secret?
He's only half human

3. What are they carrying?
A remote that controls his physical state

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1. Who has found something at the back of the wardrobe?
Lilly

2. What have they found?
An old music box

3. What will they do next?
find out it's magic

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1. What building can you see Rose leaving?
The library

2. What is she wearing?
black jumper, black heels, red pleated skirt

3. Where is she going?
heading west, in a fluster

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1. Why is Ian finding it difficult to steer the car?
He's tired; he keeps fading in and out of consciousness

2. Where is he going?
into a deep, dark 

3. Who is there?
His family

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1. The view is blocked by?
A large oak tree

2. Whose view is blocked?
A small child named PJ

3. If the view wasn’t blocked what would they see?
A brilliantly vibrant waterfall

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1. Where did the accident happen?
Outside of a schoolyard/campus

2. Who was hurt?
A schoolgirl, Faye.

3. Who helped?
A close-by citizen and the paramedics

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1. Who closes the window?
A teacher

2. Why?
The classroom was getting stuffy

3. How old are they?
Early thirties

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1. Why did Peter lose his temper with Joanna
Joanna was being messy, leaving things around and refused to clean up

2. Where did he go after he stormed out?
His friends' house

3. What happened to him when he got there?
He crashed there for the night.

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Her hair fell around her face in a dark mess as she looks around frantically. I cross my legs under the table from across the street, watching intently as a familiar face stresses. The wind catches her shiny, soft, dark auburn hair, only adding to her layers of stress.

If you hadn’t met Rose, you’d think that she was a nutcase. Or that she’s very well-kept. Or that she had been diagnosed with some form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Or that she was one of those stuck-up rich folks with assistants who do everything for her. Or that- You get the point.

Anyway, you couldn’t be any more wrong. Rose is one of the most stressed, broken, and overworked people I have ever met, top ten at most. She’ll find a way to freak out over anything, - I mean anything - working herself up to the point of falling apart at the seams. I remember one time she freaked out because she was going to be, get this, on time. She doesn’t mean to do it, she tries to get help, she tries to be societies ‘normal,’ she just... can’t. It’s something about her nobody can change. It’s a part of her personality, a perfectionist to the point it overtakes her entire life. Now that I think about it, maybe she has been diagnosed with OCD? I wouldn’t know, we don’t talk that often. I would love to help her but she refuses it, she shuts out anyone who she doesn’t think would meet her over the top, impossible, crazy standards.

Now, here she is, standing outside the public library in her iconic black knitted sweater, dark red pleated skirt, and black stiletto heels, looking as though someone was holding a gun to her head from behind. With her eyes wide and glassed over, her muscles clenched, and her breathing irregular, the sight made my heart sink. As she looks around once more, her eyes catch mine. Before I know it, I can hear the clicking of her heels against the cold ground as she crosses the busy street. Her dark hair flows behind her as she takes long strides towards me, her eyes narrowing in response to the constant honking of passing cars.

“Katelyn? Katelyn, please. You have to help me...”