Five Minute Freestyle
I have been inspired by @dreemit and @jedau to have a shot at freestyle writing. In a few seconds, I will start writing whatever comes to my head, and then hit publish once the five minute time limit is up.
Where are you father? Or do you prefer to be called Santa? I want my presents, fatty.
Thanks for the shoutout, man! We have @improv to thank for the inception of this idea. You know what, in a way, what you wrote is better than many of the flash fiction I've seen here haha!
The story firmly establishes the main character as somewhat disillusioned by the information that his/her father is Santa Claus. Perhaps a result of a situation where the father walked out on them before he/she was born. It discusses the issue of broken families so effectively, and the result of forming the children dependent on material attachment to replace the father figure sorely missing from their lives. Of course, it's not something that can be generalized, as there are many that are motivated by their situation to go beyond expectations. What you illustrate is the worst case scenario, but seeing as the child is still young, he/she could still be steered in the proper direction. The song about Santa kissing mommy might've helped establishing the notion as well. It's succint, yet it feels complete. Simply brilliant!
And, scene!
That was my 5-minute review of your 5-minute freestyle haha I chose to channel an artsy reviewer just because.
Haha. This was a great comment. I love how your review brought depth to my writing that was previously unbeknownst to me. But now I am really sad about my dad who left me when I was a baby.. So thanks for that..
That's what I'm hear for ;) The thoughtful comments that is, not the surrogate dad part. As much as I want to... wait, no. I don't want to. Not yet, at least.
Lol. I just gave it a second go and I think this one is much fucking better.(Not that that would have been very hard) But I don't think anyone will understand it. Was emotional as fuck to write though, because I had to put myself in the perspective of.. Well, I can't tell you that or you will know what it's about straight away. lol
Sure, I'll check it out in a bit.
Haha! My eye was first drawn to the large type at the bottom. Next I read
and laughed, thinking you had written nothing at all in the 5 minutes. Then my eye went up further to what you had written. Sorry to say it wasn't as funny as nothing ;-)
It was interesting however to notice the effect the type size had on the way I read the post (ie all over the show)
Well it was never supposed to be funny. The last couple of lines just flew out when I noticed I only had a couple of seconds. I debated breaking the rules and changing the last few words, but I like to keep it honest, especially with myself.
Perhaps next time I will intentionally try a comical one, just for you.
Maybe some of the best humour is unintended, and I think self-deprecating humour is quite appealing to kiwis. Though in this case it was my total misreading of the post!
With training it will come.
I had a few good first lines, but then nothing! So, I deleted and started a again/ When I looked and realised all I had left was 10 seconds, all that was there was "Where are you father?" so had to try and add more. Lol.
But yeah, I think I might give this another a few goes throughout the week, but Iwon't be sharing anymore until they are considerably better than this shit..
Hahahahaaaaha. Oh my God, LOL. I recommend you do what I did and grab a notebook. Writing straight into the submit a story is a lot of pressure :)
Okay, thanks for the tip! I am defo going to try again, because I feel like all this profound shit was up there, but just out of grasp.
Or we could practice in the comment section. Ready, set, go
It's far too early in the morning for this, I haven't even finished my first cup of coffee. But that's the way these things go, tribulations have no respect for the time of day. Time. A concept I can never quite get my head around. Is it infinite? What is infinity anyway, forever and ever, no beginning or end...we are not meant to grasp this thing with our tiny mortal brains. I once heard it said that time is a river, but the river is circular. The clock is ticking, the seconds bleed into minutes as I stare at the phone, waiting for the inevitable call back, the words that will devastate my world.
It is done.
LOL, oh and I did fifteen minutes with the notebook, and despite how much faster I type I really doubt I could have done that campground story in five. Ten probably. I like ten minutes as an exercise better-also, the clock doesn't start ticking until you start writing :)
I shall dive in later, but for now, I must retain a level of productivity and get some posts up for my followers. Better ones than this, obviously. Lol.
Only at the time of exams or giving a speech on the stage, our mind becomes thoughtless, otherwise, it is filled with hundred of thoughts.
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