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Strike up an interesting conversation! And if you don’t like to talk to people, eavesdrop. People talk about everything all the time! Go to a coffee shop and pretend to write your book/story/poem and listen to others chat. Buy one of those super sonic hearing devices that make everything really loud and if people start to suspect you, just start talking to yourself like you’re on you’re blueteooth. People do it all the time! Then turn the conversation into a little dialogue. Play around with it and add your own twist to it and make it more interesting. I didn’t add any kind of twist to the following, because I just think it’s so cute! It’s a conversation I had with my 6-year-old brother earlier today. I haven’t seen him since June because he lives a few states away. 

Artie:  Homestarrunner! Spell it out for me.

I tell him each letter and specify,”one bump, up down up for n’s and two bumps, up down up down for m’s.” Finally, he types in the full address and exclaims, I did it!

He spells out the names of the cartoons and games he wants me to click on, and after some frustrating communication problems and laughter, we enjoy them together.

You wanna talk to mom? Alright, hold on. Hi, Sam! he says to me, in a high voice. It’s mom!

“Hi, mom,” I say to him, knowing that it would take him a while to admit it if I accused him of joking around. “I want to talk to you mom, about Artie. Can I tell you a secret?”

Yes, Sam, you can tell me, he answers in a screechy voice, the same voice he uses to imitate my other brother, who has a deep voice.

“Alright, Mom, but don’t tell him. Artie smells really bad–”

No, he doesn’t.

“He stinks, Mom. You should really make him take a bath once in a while.”

He doesn’t stink! Artie says, his disguised voice cracking as he tries not to laugh.

After his trick fails, he gives the phone to my mother.

A few minutes later, he gets back on the phone with me.

If you wanna go to Target, you can get hot dogs, smoothies–I don’t know what are smoothies but I call them smoothies, soda, cherry soda–I love cherry soda– (he adds in a voice that makes him sound like he’s shivering. He must really love cherry soda)– Are you sleepy?

“No. Are you?”

Not really. When I grow up, I wanna be a manager! No, not a manager! I wanna be a security–when someone’s being really bad, I wanna be a security!! I’ll get a house. And BB’s won’t  be here (the diner where my parents work) I’ll turn it into a CAR STORE! I’ll sell lots of cars! And I’ll have a hot rod with a boost! It’ll only go off when I’m in trouble. Sam?

Where are you?

“Home.”

Sam?

“Yes?”

“I love you, Sam!”

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I took this prompt from Desiree St. Duran’s blog Enchanted Literature. Click and check out her blog!

First line is in bold– taken from: Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

 I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. In a memory of bubbles and sunlight. To the music of a faucet beat drip drip dripping.

I write this on my way to to school. In a memory of hopscotch and jump ropes. To the music of my maryjanes skip skip skipping.

I write this in my cubicle. In a memory of youth and dreams. To the music of my aspirations slip slip slipping.

Boy, that’s pretty sad and depressing! But I like it anyway!

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Write a poem about your favorite fruit!

I got the idea from this post by smcallister.wordpress.com.

Here’s mine!

Strawberry

Pattern scattered on a dress

or flowing fair in open fields.

Pretty woman paired champagne

and threw away your green leaves.

Chocolate drizzle red and sweet,

right to the seeds stuck in your teeth.

I wrote it fast, but it was fun! Please try it and post it to your blog. Just leave a comment (if you want) with the permalink to your post so I (and everyone else) can read and comment!

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