Writing Challenge







.
.
.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A dot Ham v A dot Burr: Narrative foils in the American dream of Hamilton: An American Musical

            Always think twice before a murder. That was one of the most profound lessons Hamilton: An American Musical taught me. There is always a chance that the duel between you and your nemesis will become the climax of an internationally acclaimed musical. You will spend the majority of two hours and forty minutes narrating said nemesis’ life while simultaneously getting roasted to bits by the entire show. It happened to Aaron Burr, it might as well happen to you too. In the original Broadway show of Hamilton: An American Musical , the sets, colors, costumes, and songs to convey the juxtaposition of Hamilton and Burr’s belongingness on stage, as their presence symbolized the driving and hindering forces of the American dream. Hamilton as a character embodied the essence of the American dream: the idealization of an American society where everyone, despite their backgrounds and identities, can be successful with hard work and determi...
Read more

[30-DAY WRITING CHALLENGE] Prompt #2: “He's none of the things I expected, but I feel so right in his arms.”

Prompt  #2: “He's none of the things I expected, but I feel so right in his arms.” Loving him is red Pit. Pat…. The rain thrummed on the tree top, bouncing from green leaves to the ground and forming small puddles of muddy water. Splash. Splash. A foot stomped hard. Water splashed, wetting the already damp clothes.   “Where is she?” – A gruff, angry voice barked out, followed by a string of curses and tripping shuffles. Cris pressed herself against the cold stone cave, desperate to make her smaller. Her heart beat wildly, desperate to escape the prison of her chest as ragged, shallow breath puffed out of her mouth. Wet clothes clung to her emaciated form and her hair stuck to her neck and forehead. Fourteen days had passed in the arena. Cris closed her eyes, curled up in a tight ball on the cold cave and hid her face in her knees. The wind hollered outside the cave, and Cris’ thin arms hugged her body, too tired to even shiver. There were ...
Read more

[Novella] BE HAPPY - Prelude

Be happy                                            Prelude _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Blue. The sky was so blue. Bright as a gem and clear as crystal. Golden rays of sunlight sprinkled on to the ground, dyeing the lush green grass and warming the moist, soft earth with their joyful colours. Among the branches, birds of all colours were chirping with their hundred different voices.   Rebeka pealed her gaze from the sky and turned her head to look at her companion, a beauty among Nature’s most astounding picture. Her Mhea. The young girl was lying on her back with her arms beneath her head with her soft long hair splayed out on the grass. Among the pale co...
Read more