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Writers’ Dash: Transparent

Published on Monday, February 27, 2012 by

Today’s word prompt is ’transparent’. Come join us at 6am PST (2pm in the UK) for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.

Please feel free to add your dash piece to the comments section of this blog post below.

If you want quick feedback attend the event inworld at 6am PST http://slurl.com/secondlife/Milk%20Wood/79/56/22

For more detailed feedback join the private Daily Writers’ Dash group.

N.B. Some call it hot penning or free writing, we like to call it a dash. If you are attending inworld, you’ll be provided with a word or picture prompt and the timer set for 15 minutes. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor. After the dash there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants.

If you can’t make the meet but want to dash later inworld, just set the timer and drop your notecard in the grey pencil by the caravan when you’re done. Anyone can click it for a folder of dashes from the day.

If you are dashing outside of Second Life® we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.

Look out for the daily prompts on Facebook, Twitter and Second Life® .

2 Responses
    • We use a large wide clear glass bowl as a water bowl for the cats.

      If I lay on the floor next to it, I can watch them drink, their tongues curling and flicking water into their mouths. Stopping, glancing at me over the side, recognition, ear twitching, wary.

      And starting again, drinking, not looking at me at all.

      Then, finished, a drip of water still on their chin, licked away, a head shake, turn to me, staring, an ear tilted back, then both, confused, ears forward, tail up, and walking away down the hall away away away and gone.

    • Transparent and old, the letter had traveled through the decades. It had been read time and time again in remembrance of their path. The handwriting, careful and elegant, was barely visible anymore, yet he carried it with him always. He would go back to reading from it every time she asked him to. It was the only way she could remember, even if for a few minutes only. That transparent feeble love letter was the strongest of bonds between them. He knew she was becoming as transparent as the letter…
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

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