Practice creative writing questions

Example response:

Wide lens / outside

Chirping birds swirled and swooped, wings swinging rhythmically, up and down, up and down, under the bask of the sun's golden glow. Teasingly, the wind would offer an invisible caress, tickling the underside of the chins of the flowers. In response to the wind's stealthy touch, the flowers appeared to flirtatiously twist in giggling protest, wriggling and writing in their small colourful groups waiting the next move.

Contrast

At the far end of the garden, a tall building, gloomy, dark and depressive watched over the summer flirtation. It was clear that they were nothing other than an unwelcome guest at this party, where no one - not a single person - wished for them to be there. It was such an intrusion, these party-goers would huddle together more closely; learning to train their eyes away, ever so often taking a stealthy look back to see, with growing annoyance, that they were still being watched with a critical eye. This guest was always there; feet firmly planted to the outer most peripehery of the garden gathering, a stern parent who seemed to think it was their job to cast dark, sinister shadows... everywhere... to make a clear point that it was the other way round: these guests were uninvited on their turf.

Inside this building, the story of its long life was clear. The word Tatty comes to mind; yet it doesn't quite capture enough of the quality of its ruin. Aged isn't quite the word. Ugly isn't the right word either. Abysmall couldn't go far enough. The crumbling of the yellowish walls looked like a sick patient, covered with disease, too ill and sickly to stand up to the slow decay of life. Not quite ready to surrender the attack; determined they were still a few years before the final fall.

Small detail:

Inside the bleak building, the air was humid and dank in the darkened purposeless room. The window, grimy and nearly opaque, let through small specks of dirty light, which gave enough light to encourage small patches of gangrene coloured moss to cover the walls and floorboards in a thick, spongy carpet.

Flashback

Years before this, you wouldn't believe the happy lives that lived here. You couldn't believe that this building was once a magnificent centre piece of the neighbourhood. Its proud owners would make the servants work overtime to sweep and polish the floors so that they would sparkle when guests would arrive in beautiful ball gowns, replete with diamond necklaces. So many a couple frolicked and laughed, flirted and danced, and kissed under the stealthy glow of the giggling moonlight in this house.

Link back to start:

However, that was then, and this is now - a painful reminder that time transforms; time steals life's glow; time gives and then takes away its promises, leaving a once grinning lover a frail outcast. If only the world knew that the house did not look on at others in not disdain. Just melancholic sadness.

Today the house realised it could look on at life with such heavy heart no more. Today, against the backdrop of the birds and the flowers, the sun and the wind, the weakened frame of the decrid house fell, at long last, to its final resting place.