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Writers’ Dash Prompt: Sugar

Published on Thursday, August 23, 2012 by

Today’s morning prompt is sugar . Come join us in Second Life® or work from home at 6am PST 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.


I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?

The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PDT. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.

Do I have to do the Writers’ Dash in Second Life®?

No, you can do it at home, if you prefer. We share the prompt word at 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT on Twitter and Facebook and start the timer in Second Life® at 6am/6pm PDT every weekday.

How do I join the live event in Second Life®?

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Click on the JOIN NOW button and this will take you to the Registration screen. Here you simply fill in your personal details and choose a name and look for your avatar. Don’t worry too much about your avatar’s appearance as there will be plenty of opportunity to tweak it once you are inworld.

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Follow the signs and read the information boards as you come to them. There is also a brief Second Life® tutorial provided on screen. Try and absorb as much information as possible but be mindful that you can always return to Caledon at a later date if there is something you feel you missed. At the very least try and understand the most important concepts such as how to move, how to talk and your camera controls.

Once you have completed the Orientation Tutorial you will need to find your way to Milk Wood. This is the sim that is home to  Virtual Writers, Inc. At the bottom of your screen you will see a search tab. Click on this and look for Milk Wood. Now the teleporting fun begins. Click on ‘Teleport’ and you will be moved from your present location to our welcome area. Make sure you save the landmark so that you can easily return there.

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About Virtual Writers, Inc.

Virtual Writers, Inc. is a free online writers’ community first established in 2007 and committed to showcasing established and emerging writers in a range of interactive and immersive environments. Here we learn to experiment with digital, social and virtual world platforms to push the creative envelope and develop a strong, unique voice.

We provide a wealth of opportunities for writers to meet other writers, share resources, access new markets, attend online writing events, workshops and interactive readings, and discover the best writers’ conferences, competitions, colonies and literary organisations.

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Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.

4 Responses
    • SUGAR
      Hi Sugar!
      How’s my Sugar?
      Be a Sugar and do this for me.
      Thanks Sugar.
      Now Sugar, what’cha do that for?
      Sugar Plum, Sweetie Pie, you’re the apple of my eye.
      Aww Sugar, you’re the best!
      Sugar, it’s not like you to say that.
      Sorry Sugar, I can’t do that right now.
      Sugar, let’s think it over.
      Is anyone else getting cavities about now?
      Franja Russell 8-23-2912

    • Oh sugar, how I miss thee.

      You were there for me in high school – cutting through the fog of my undiagnosed brain with your fast delivery mechanisms (shiny metal coke that sprang open with a popping and joyful ‘fitzt’ sound) until I twitched with jittery anxiety that I happily mistook for energy.

      The glooming surround of my parental home was always briefly illuminated with some celebratory occasion, coupled with loaded cakes and jugs full of soft drinks and clinking ice. Emo’s weren’t invented then so I didn’t have the option of cutting myself of writing bad poetry. All I had at my disposal was a passive-aggressive birth mother, loading her kids with junk food in the hope that it would somehow make up for Dad the unfunny drunk and our house teetering on the edge of the world, always about to fall into the sea.

      But how you have turned on me! My anxiety is now weighed down my ever-expanding bum, as lumpy as a london bun. You turned on me like the pot, so I’ve shoved you both away from me. But unlike stinky weed you beckon me from every bakery window, every coke machine that i swear, follows me about whenever I venture out into the cold world of salad and complex carbs. What good is the chicken salad sandwich when you’re leering at me from behind your pane of plastic in the guise of an eclair? God pity the wandering hypnotist that stumbles into my path – for he or she shall be bound and tied until they agree to give me a free session. And I mean free – none of that IOU crap.

      ‘You don’t need Do-nuts.’

      ‘Do-nuts have no hold on you.’

      ‘Do-nuts are not your friend.’

    • Sugar

      almost amorphous sensible cristal
      manufactured in plants deep green
      by the coitus between one suns’ photon
      and a complexed cytochrome beaf
      electrons being activated and jumping in tension
      minimising entropy by eons of natural selection
      higher and higher uphill potential energy rises
      giving birth to one energetic spinning electron at last
      to celebrate the marvel of fusion
      between carbon dioxide molecules and simple water
      melting into that wonderfull wedding ring

      sculptured by the love between chemistry and biology
      harvested by hungry fauna
      attracted by its sweetness,
      palate and genetic memory bonded by instinct
      enzymes hammering
      anvil stomac sustains
      served by acids and heat
      that frozen electron
      now retracted from its meat
      moved to blood cells’ hemoglobin
      or humble servant of distant structures demanding
      leaving a trace of water
      emiting carbon dioxide waste

      And in this wonderfull process
      randomly evolved without godess
      life emerges and sustains
      in an infinite fuga
      of building and tearing
      bonded by this universal hoop


    • “There is sugar for all tastes,” the woman said. “Just grab whatever you like, kids!”
      Mike was a bit confused. He was not supposed to eat sugar before dinner and now he was being told to grab as much as he wanted. What about cavities in his teeth? What about the gum problems his mother had told him about? What about having to go the dentist? Oh, no, the dentist, that man with the syringe and the noisy drill and that chair that made him look at the ceiling and count the mold spots (he lost count at one hundred and forty).
      “Come on, kids, come on. Don’t be shy.”
      Mike took a step closer to the tray with all the goodies, but he was a bit suspicious. The other kids grabbed as much as they could, as quickly as they could, before the adults changed their minds.
      “Mike, aren’t you going to take something?” his friend Thomas asked.
      Mike shrugged and paced back and forth while the frenzy quieted down.
      The woman looked at him and frowned, resting her hand on the hip.
      “Michael Joseph Peterson, you must take something,” she said.
      Mike shrugged again and the woman knew this one would be the tough case of the day. She decided to use a soft voice and charm instead.
      “Mike, dear Mike, you may choose anything you like. See these candies? They are lovely and so tasty. Or this chocolate, it’s so sweet.”
      And then she made a mistake, the mistake that made Mike decide what to do. She smiled. And yes, her smile was the tragic result of, let’s say, a sugary life. Teeth were missing; others were as black and filled with cavities as the surface of some odd planet.
      Mike looked at his friends. They smiled. And, oh no, they too already had that same smile.
      He took a step back and yet another, and ran. He ran back home, to where his mother would nag him about not eating sweets before dinner. That was much better. He actually liked it, that she would do that. And the next time she did, he smiled a perfectly white shiny smile!
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

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