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| "Rappel Upward on Dream Threads" by Joji |
In a New Post on your own blog, try the following writing activity using the interesting sentences regarding dreams that you and your classmates contributed (in the comments on this post) from your dream-inspired pieces. We'll call these sentences "dream threads," little bits that you've pulled from a bigger piece and that could be "woven" back together in interesting ways.
- Choose one of the sentences to begin your story. You may use it word for word or alter it slightly if necessary.
- Choose another sentence to end your story.
- Fill in the space in between with a story connecting the two sentences. This will likely be fiction but it doesn't have to be. It also doesn't need to be especially long and may only be a portion of a bigger, more complicated story--maybe 300 words or so--but it could be. It could also be a poem.
- Put the sentences you took from other people in bold or another color.
- Include at least one image.
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ReplyDeleteAll I know is I didn't think I would feel this much pain from a dream.
ReplyDelete"your car never made it across the line... but your body did, about 100 feet in front of your car..."
ReplyDelete"I could do whatever I wanted. I know that's normal for you, but it certainly wasn't for me."
ReplyDeleteI suck in a sharp breath, my reflection is then burned into my eyes, my skin almost ashen even though it was packed with melanin, all color was gone.
ReplyDeleteBehind the pride that paints her cheeks are the bleached fabrics of despair. (from Bella)
ReplyDelete"... I won't lie, I sometimes dream and enjoy the euphoria what could've been." Max said with a slight chuckle.
ReplyDeleteThe thoughts that constantly dragged me down to the depths that i wish i never was in.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes seemed to be dragging around dead weight, for the bags under them were laden and oppressed.
ReplyDeleteI ran towards the forest, following his screams.
ReplyDeletethe tall man,ive never been stared at so vigorously.the it was pitch black,just a spot light ,there was an old man.
ReplyDeleteHe tried to say goodbye, but he realized that his vocal chords were already committed to a high pitched drone that he was only now aware of.
ReplyDeletehow it happened it started off as how people expected politics
ReplyDeleteIf you just dream with your eyes open and the lights off so you can see the stars.
ReplyDeleteEverything was calm and warm, I could feel the sun on my skin. Birds were chirping and the wind was
ReplyDeleteblowing my hair away from my face. I open my eyes and saw tree everywhere, as I look around I spotted
the house again ‘was I dreaming?’ I thought to myself.
My first and last dream.
ReplyDeleteThe only foreign decor in the man’s small bedroom is a grey analog clock looming above his bed frame, declaring the present with an obnoxious sense of urgency; he has always accused it of moving faster than time is supposed to.
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ReplyDeletethe last thing i could see was the cracked mirror, split like my lip, and the blood running out of my ear
ReplyDeleteDreams.. Dreams can be interpreted in different ways, whether its something you do when you sleep or something you aspire to happen or be.
ReplyDeleteWho could that be? It's not like I have any friends.
ReplyDeleteClouds. Endless horizon of nothing but clouds, fresh air, and freedom.
ReplyDeleteDay dreaming is better than dreaming at night because you can take full control of your imagination. (from Aubrey)
ReplyDeletewe talk about fear and how we are full of it as we sit on rotting tree stumps and all our companions glance down at us from a hill where they are building houses already out of rock towers.
ReplyDeleteAnd for once, I woke up with a sense of peace.
ReplyDeleteA hole opened up in the sky and began to swallow everything around it.
ReplyDeleteeverybody would just simply get along
ReplyDeleteand happiness would be something that everyone was promised, the world would be a happy place
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