Day 2: DING!...
Why? Oh why am I still here on this strange metal perch...
DING!.....
Ahhh! There it is again! I was perfectly comfortable making my way slowly, oh so slowly down the stairs until someone snatched me up and then rudely placed me here. Everyone knows my kind has a hard time moving from place to place, to put me in a location like now is devious and evil.
What is this place anyway? I hope some miracle will come about and knock me off of this awful box. Ever since I've been here...
DING!....
Ahhh! Noooo! Ever since I've been here I've been terrorized by that awful metal clanging sound. It it truly too loud for my precious ear drums. Wait, do I have eardrums? I can't remember... My only hope is that some kind soul will either purposely or accidentally knock me off of this dreadful perch and into that black rectangular abyss beneath me. I see it everyday, everything in that black abyss gets taken away. Taken away. Taken away to some better place I'm sure.
All of these people I see every day... Why won't they help me!?
DING!....
Ahhhhhhhhh!
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An invitation: Could you tell who was speaking in my post? Today I chose to write from a different perspective. This is a strategy that writers use to help them generate ideas. They choose an inanimate object and bring them to life by giving them a voice! What would some of the things around you be saying or feeling?
DING!.....
Ahhh! There it is again! I was perfectly comfortable making my way slowly, oh so slowly down the stairs until someone snatched me up and then rudely placed me here. Everyone knows my kind has a hard time moving from place to place, to put me in a location like now is devious and evil.
What is this place anyway? I hope some miracle will come about and knock me off of this awful box. Ever since I've been here...
DING!....
Ahhh! Noooo! Ever since I've been here I've been terrorized by that awful metal clanging sound. It it truly too loud for my precious ear drums. Wait, do I have eardrums? I can't remember... My only hope is that some kind soul will either purposely or accidentally knock me off of this dreadful perch and into that black rectangular abyss beneath me. I see it everyday, everything in that black abyss gets taken away. Taken away. Taken away to some better place I'm sure.
All of these people I see every day... Why won't they help me!?
DING!....
Ahhhhhhhhh!
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An invitation: Could you tell who was speaking in my post? Today I chose to write from a different perspective. This is a strategy that writers use to help them generate ideas. They choose an inanimate object and bring them to life by giving them a voice! What would some of the things around you be saying or feeling?