Ever since my last book review, I’ve noticed I haven’t been posting many writing words exercises lately. This is partly because I’ve enjoyed writing book reviews and partly because I have
run out struggled to decide on an awesome writing word exercise for the lot of you.
However, I recently met an author who knows a whole slew of amazing writing exercises on hand. When I asked him how he knew of so many he gained them from stealing ahem “borrowing” exercises from other authors. So in the spirit of the writing world I now have a new and awesome writing exercise for your enjoyment.
You will need something to write whether a pen & paper or a laptop or a typewriter or chalk & blackboard or chisel & stone or wall & shit, in gist, make sure you can read it.
Step 1. First write about the most beautiful or most attractive person you can think of. This person can be fictional or real. A paragraph or two is fine so long as you managed to capture the essence of how or why they are beautiful.
Step 2. Write another paragraph destroying the beauty of this person you have written. Cast them down as cruelly as you’ve raised them up.
Here’s my attempt.
“I saw her standing beside the oak tree, dead of any leaves which were strewn over the hill and crunched underfoot like flies under a window as I walked to her. Her back was to me yet seeing her figure was reliving a childhood built from Halloween costumes & scratched up DVD. But the crushing layer of memory couldn’t hide the yellow ballgown bursting below her corset, ripped tears in the spread made her a crashed hot air balloon when I squinted. Her face was turned from me and when I called out to her it was then I thought how could Disney be real? Turning the full force of her face to me, she had the same cut or brown hair that I have fixated to all French girls since 3rd grade. She had skin paler and cheekbones finer than china cup that had cracked. The fragility of her beauty having been shattered from the cut across her face more visceral than ripping the Mona Lisa apart with a Bowie Knife. Starting from just at the hairline before her ear down to the tip of her lip, was the permanent grin of yellowing teeth and the taut of jaw muscles holder her face together. And her eyes they were a pearl black, darker than a shark’s stare. Belle.” (It kind of went spinning away in a tangent, but there you go.)
By Joshua P’ng, a North York Writer