Writing Exercise: Through the Snow

Unwholesomely lethargic, swimming in a sea of vacuity. I cannot write. I’m too sluggish to remember words. Here are attempts to weave stories. They’re exercises kindly given to me by a friend. I’m posting them here because I don’t have anything new to update this blog with…

Topic: Choose five random words from the dictionary and create a story from them. Create a character, a setting and a problem. Put the character into a situation where they meet conflict and have to overcome it. Write for 15 mins, time yourself and read aloud.

Ridden, Cod, Snowstorm, Curbside, Principal

Credit: Photo by Oliver Fluck

The sleet of snow swirled in the air as John walked along the curbside. He noticed an absence of people in the streets, but of course. Who would be out in the middle of the night ridden with snow? Nobody. Yet there he was. Out in the snow. He was heading to the market. It was only two blocks from his apartment so he had decided to walk. Setting foot inside the market, he sighed with relief. He took a moment to bask in the warmth, then started towards the frozen food area. He scanned the types of fishes briskly, and finally he saw it. Cod fish. Without even looking at the price, he grabbed one, put it in a plastic and made for the counter. As he was counting the money in his wallet, he noticed that outside a snowstorm had appeared. He felt his heart fell. He was counting on getting back home before the weather turned for the worse.

“Are you walking?” The cashier had noticed the look on his face.

“Yeah..” John sighed.

“Well, looks like you better stay here for a while.”

“No. I have to get back home.” John said, and he grabbed his single purchase and left before he could see the concerned look on the cashier’s face. He didn’t need the discouragement. Home was only two blocks away.

As soon as he was outside, a cold gust of air hit him like a wall. He braced for the walk, reminding himself it was not far and broke into a trot against the wind. He was grateful for his hooded jacket and the walls that kept from the better part of the storm.

It was the longest two blocks he had ever felt. As soon as he was inside his apartment building, he didn’t stop. He scrambled upstairs, almost out of breath. The mother of his baby was waiting for her cod fish.

End

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