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WRITING OBSTACLE
A homograph is a word that has multiple meanings but is spelt the same way for each - e.g. a 'wave' in the sea, or to 'wave' at someone.
Choose a homograph, and write a short story or poem, in any genre, where you use your chosen word for more than one of its meanings.
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Today is my first day of school at HarmonyHorizon Academy and I’m not ready! I woke up that morning at 5:30 am. I decided to curl my jet-black hair and changed into the issued school uniform, a blue skirt and white button up top with Mary Jane’s. I said goodbye to my mom after I ate breakfast and headed to the bus stop.
When I got to my school the bell was ringing to go to first period. I bol...
Blink. And I'm plunged into darkness.
The dark isn't the start of my fear it's the unknown.
It's that the stretching desolate space around me could be hiding anything,
But how can I see in the dark.
Blink. And a tear starts to form.
The corners of my vision become blurred as the tiny droplet spills over the edge and down onto my burning cheeks,
Only to be followed by more to come,
And that's the ...
It was Fall again, her favourite time of the year. Maple coloured leaves began their fall from the heights of the tree branches, withering not long after landing on the pavement. As night fell, the girl wandered aimlessly throughout a bustling park, enjoying the views of the season. A child running took a fall and scraped their knee in her path. She looked down, concerned, but decided not to inter...
I should have seen it coming.
Ever since the day I met him, he always wanted change. It started small; the way I dressed, the way I laughed, smiled. But then the adjustments got bigger. More personal. The way I spoke, the way I moved - never preserve, always alter.
We would take a photo. He would edit me beyond recognition before I even got a chance to see it. Even skin tone here, erase a pimp...
Grant stood on watch. He brushed his grey bushy moustache with his fingers. He adjusted his coonskin cap as it became a bit warm under it. It was a cold night so he didn’t mind it. He stood between the wilderness and a semi-civilised class. He wasn’t really on one side or the either. He was a middle ground of the two. However, saying that, it was the people above him that paid his wages. Besides t...
I remember it like it was yesterday. The rotting wood that my house was built out of was chilled. The night was eerie. Mama tucked me into bed and the chipped window blew a sharp gust of air inside, which froze my arms poking out of the quilt papa made for me. I held my stuffed bear, Rosalie close as mama and papa sang a lullaby for me. The night seemed tense. I was too young to understand, but th...
I went to a live performance at the night club last night with my roommates, Brianna and Pelito. We were going to see my old friend, G, sing on stage for the first time ever. A plucky young woman called Marisa saw potential in G after he sang a love song in the most beautiful voice that she had ever heard, so she wanted to try and help him share it with the world. Although G still lives with us, h...
Tear in my heart,
Tear in my eye,
Oceans apart,
If I could fly,
I’d be coming to you,
No matter the distance,
A bit desperate,it’s true,
Forgive my persistence,
Two months alone,
I cling to our calls,
Never leave my phone,
What if we lose it all?
Time is wearing,
Our bones away,
My sirens blaring,
I wish you had stayed. ...
Detective Inspector Maeve Paulson arrived at the swimming pool and took a minute to take in the scene. She always did this to try and take a photograph in her mind of the overall picture. The minute details will come later. The body was laying on the far side at the deep end. She was laying on her side facing the back wall. Her posture was that of someone who had just lay down for a nap for a cou...
As I watch the ocean dancing with glee
I can’t help think to myself
As every regret every drop of grief
Evaporates from every inch of me
Feeling the waves up against my feet
I can’t help but feel free
I wave goodbye to my friends
And watch the sunset
As I sit on the beach
Not a soul but me
I whisper my secrets and sorrows to
The shells and the bird that land near me
As me myself and I...
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WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a story where an object that is inconspicuously mentioned early on is a key element of the plot towards the end of your story.
Using an object is an easy way to foreshadow an idea, but you could also try using something else like dialogue, or another character, to foreshadow your plot.