As it’s been a while since our last free-write… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).
It was around 3:30am, and Oliver awoke to the sounds of yelling on the balcony next door. Laying there in the darkness with his eyes open, he listened intently as the accents of the neighbours got louder and louder. He heard the music start thumping and after what seemed like a half hour or so, he heard some glass break on the balcony outside.
You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.
When Hayley and Lucas ran towards the water, it was the absolute perfect summer day.
You can choose any person from history to teach you any topic you want. Who’s your teacher, and what do they teach you?
Sarah woke up screaming, after being doused with a bucket of ice water. She flailed around blindly under the covers, her hair strewn across her face and in her mouth, only to fall out of bed, landing with a loud thud on the cold wet floorboards.
You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?
I would actually just be content enough with being on a beach lazing around in the sun. If I were to find a message in a bottle, the first instinctive thing to do would be to look around and scan for potential camera crews, like it’s some kind of set-up on a hidden-camera tv show.
If it turned out to be real, I’d probably hide it from anybody else around and wait until I get back to my hotel room before I take the message out and read it.
I uncurl the paper and notice that it appears to have been ripped from a book.
I’ve lost count as to how long I’ve been here.
I don’t remember what happened or how I got here.
One minute I was on the beach with our tour group. I remember seeing people snorkelling in the shallows. I remember seeing others playing volleyball. I remember there being a campfire. Then all I recall is screaming and everything goes blank after that. I feel as though I was being dragged. I remember seeing a lot of blood, and a machete, but that’s it. But i don’t know if it was real or if I was dreaming or hallucinating?!
I woke up in this small wooden boat. My clothes have been ripped. My belongings are all gone except for my whatever was in my satchel. My shorts are stained with blood… but I don’t know if it’s mine or not? I have no serious injuries, but I do have a few small wounds on my arms and legs.
I remember that I woke up to the stench of something rotten. I was the only one in the boat, so I thought it must have been rotten food. I pulled back the canvas sheet, and there she was. I don’t know who she is, or what happened to her. I do know that her hand and half her leg are gone – they appear to have been severed from her body – my guess is that they were hanging over the edge of the boat in the beginning when they put us here, and she got attacked by a shark.
There is blood all down the side of the boat, and there is blood all through the bottom of the boat underneath her body. I made the mistake of trying to flip her over and she has multiple stab wounds to her body – in particular her throat, chest and abdomen. I don’t know whether to dump her body overboard just to get rid of the blood and this foul stench of rotten flesh, or whether to keep up hope that I’ll be rescued.
I don’t know who did this. I don’t know why. I don’t even know where I am, or if I’ll ever see land again.
I’m going to die out here. It’s just a matter of time. If anybody finds this, please help me.