Wounded Warrior Program- Kristen – Writers, Ink Warning: I opened up a lot during this session and I am going to be very real with you, my readers, as well. This and another one are full of raw emotions. Writing Warm up I write because… I write because it was an escape from the bullying…
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Creative Writing Workshop – 4
Hot fire fills the little studio as Sharron melts a piece of metal. She can see her masterpiece in her mind. Now can she make it a reality is the question. She turns off the little flamethrower as she likes to call it and takes a step back. Frustrated, Shannon throws the piece away. She…
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Creative Writing Workshop – 3
Wounded Warrior Project- Ashley Gray Prompt # 3- 7 minutes- At the Last Minute Caleb rushes out of his house. He couldn’t believe he overslept again. He’ll need to get a new alarm if this keeps happening. He missed breakfast and his stomach growls at him. The beast inside needs substance. Caleb climbs into his…
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Creative Writing Workshop – 2
Wounded Warrior Project- Ashley Gray Prompt # 2- Photo Sasha stares out of the filthy window on the second floor. She has her music blasting so she can’t hear the party going on in the apartment below. It’s well past midnight and she can’t sleep. Not because of the party, but because of the dream….
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Creative Writing Workshop – 1
Wounded Warrior Project – Ashley Gray Prompt 1: 4 minutes- On the Train The sun shines down on the speeding train as it follows the curves around the mountain. Crystal blue eyes watch as the trees skip past her window. A pale hand wipes away the tears as the woman thinks about the life she’s…