See Wednesday Sep 11
Task:
I want you all to write a short story entitled 'The Haven' Think back on what was discussed during our previous lesson, and use colorful, advanced language, where you really make an effort to work on your writing skills. I do not want a long story, half a page maximum, but i do want it to be in the best language you've ever used. You'll get the time you need. We'll start today, and finish when we finish.
If you look up the word 'haven', this is what you'll find:
| haven (ˈheɪv ə n) | |
| — n | |
| 1. | a port, harbour, or other sheltered place for shipping |
| 2. | a place of safety or sanctuary; shelter |
Focus on the second meaning of the word, 'a place of safety or sanctuary; shelter'. In this story, I want you to describe your haven, and I want you to do it in a way isn't obvious, that will have readers guessing what you're talking about. See below for an example. When you're done, you'll read your story to others, and they will try to figure out what you're talking about. Also remember this:
- synonyms
- adjectives
- adverbs
- detail
- ...and I'll also add: metaphors
Think
- fantasy/imagination
- poetry
- challenging!
- difficult!
Example:
The Haven
Solitude. Sweet, blissful, tempting, precious solitude.
The silence, but for the natives and the rise and fall of the healing element. The
world, its haunting sounds and alluring smells, its myriad of colours, its innermost
secrets and unspoken promises. They all belong to you, and you to them. A choice
beckons - daring or conservative, intuition or science? An experienced and
enlightened soul will want for both, yet may opt for but one. This time around,
romance wins.
As the
search of the glittering surface begins, surroundings swim out of focus, until
only the target remains. Muscles in reluctant harmony, striving for, but
obviously not reaching, perfection. Presentation… Wait… Wait… Strike! My rush
of blood and adrenaline is matched by my opponent’s rush of speed. Time stops
as seconds pass in a crawl. These are the moments you want to last, riding the
wave of euphoria ‘til the suns die. A moment of clarity, a screaming, ecstatic,
intimate and beautiful dance. You and me. A dance with dragons.
Reality returns
when we meet at last. A respectful touch, and goodbye.
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