Five Word Exercise

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I dont know if there's already a similar exercise on here, but here's one I often like doing, I altered it from the original version of picking 5 words and just writing with them.

The game is each person will list 5 random words picked out of a dictionary, and then write about it. It can be anything from a short story, a page for a chapter, a poem, song - whatever. Only one person should use the five words, then post another five words. If someone cross-posts, then the next person can take one of the above if they like - or if you're really keen take both of the cross-posters and use all ten words. There are three levels:
Level 1: Use all 5 words, in any order, and they can be altered eg ironic can be used as irony, running used as ran or run.
Level 2: Use all 5 words, but in the same order as the person puts them up as, but these can also be altered as in Level 1.
Level 3:Use all 5 words, in the same order as posted, and cannot be altered.

If you like, set other goals for yourself, eg if you are writing a poem, aim to use one word a stanza, or one word every other stanza, a short story of 500 words.
If you decide you've gotten something decent out of it, pop it in Share Your Work or similar - never know it could be on the way to something that could be published!

Here is my example:
The five words are:- gun, possess, shatter, realm, ironic
I've highlighted the words as I used them to show what I mean, this would be a Level 2 answer. I wrote:
She wields the gun,
a woman possessed
by fury, she
watches silently
as he embraces
another in their bed.

The glass shatters,
sticky red blood pools
around the couple.

The realm of her
conscience questions,
the voices in her
head conflicting.

She climbs through
the window and onto
the bed, points
the gun at herself,
"the irony, the only
wedding vows you managed
to follow -
til death do us part."

Okay - the next five words are:- Frog, tolerate, attic, fire, sparkle.
Remember to pick out a level so you know what you're aiming for - have fun!!!
 

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The best thing to compare them to were frogs, but I will testify with an unqualified but instinctual assuredness that they were definitely not.
Longer of limb and skinnier about the head and torso perhaps, and they were big fans of fresh meat dripping with blood--which presented a problem until I remembered that that they will eat worms.

Thus I bought the wriggling morsels in bulk at the local fish shop, much to the bemusement of the aged clerk who eventually worked up the nerve to ask if I were interested in the breeding of nightcrawlers. He winked over his pipe when I answered no.

Eventually I could no longer tolerate my monsters' irregular but incessant hissing and so I decided to keep them in the basement.
After Charlene came to visit me I kept them locked away in the attic for everyone's safety. I hadn't told her about them and I wonder what the poor thing must have thought as they came leaping out of the dark to bring her down.

I never again heard the scurry of rats up there in the attic, only the occasional plop of membranous feet on pine.

***

The night of the fire I had managed to evacuate my violin and memoirs, and I never knew what became of my strange pets. It is funny to me that I considered them that way.

Weeks later, after returning to the bayou in my canoe and while passing a twisted and strangely stunted swamp cypress garland with a sparkle of fireflies, I thought I heard a familiar hissing in the humid dark; but I was not sure. It got my heart pounding though.

Right then and there I changed my mind about pursuing the mystery of the creatures any further.

I no longer bait my hooks with worms, and in fact I must admit I have forsaken fishing altogether.


THEE END


New Words: puppeteer, impressionable, stink, quintain, disdain
 

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Through the small hole in the cloth that shielded him, the puppeteer studied the impressionable young children seated before him. The stink of dirty clothes and skin filled the room as he manipulated his favorite marionette through an exhibition of tilting. As the marionette struck at the quintain, children began to cry. The puppeteer eyed them with disdain. They would never understand true art.

New words: prevaricate, forest, antonym, brag, tarantula
 

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Gathered friends and relatives! Thank you for coming.

Well, I will not prevaricate in this telling.

I was working as a part-time guide in that dark forest (whose name is the antonym of holy ghost) and I was prone to brag about my knowlege of its inhabitants and history.

While I explained to my client that no maneaters were known to have inhabitated the area for over a thousand years I was instantaneously grabbed by the gnarled and iron strong tentacles of a tarantula tree, where upon I was torn limb from limb and eaten.

I would like to thank our medium, Tanya, for summoning me here to clear my poor client from suspicion in my murder. I would also like him to recieve a full refund if possible.

THEE END

New Words: disempower, hypnotise, control, peg leg.
 

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disempower, hypnotise, control, peg leg.

Why must you
disempower me?
Hypnotised by
your seductive gaze
I cannot look away

My body denies me
any control paralyzed
I stare back at you
standing there ever so
majestic, but for the
peg leg


Marigold, effeminate, relax, baton, flaunt
 

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Le Level 3!

In the peninsular city of Marigold thrived that poet known as Garmez.
He had a reputation for finery and so was considered effeminate by the rougher school of artists, those who occupied the northern market area.
On Saturndays he would relax at the enclosed hotsprings of the lesser nobility, where he knew two or three rich diletantes who frequented them. They happened to be female diletantes, but he would not begrudge their opinion of art any more than he would a man's. He would also not begrudge their generous gifts which allowed him greater artistic freedom. He hated writing stanzas for noble men and women. Commissions always seemed to demand the shameless inclusion of the patron, or their families, or their favorite gladiator.

Garmez did not care who considered him effeminate, because he believed that a man is judged not by his clothing, but by the baton he can flaunt. Perhaps that is why he frequented the baths.


Eggheaded, fipple-flute, increment, ratteen, wolfsbane.
 
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