Song in bio: Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling ft. Lzzy Hale ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FEAR OF THE KNOWN C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: Write a creative piece inspired by the following sentence ⬇️⬇️⬇️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was fear of the known that shattered our minds, petrified our hearts, and swallowed our souls. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was inspired by an exercise my class once did long ago where the teacher read a passage from something. As she read, our job was to draw exactly what she read as it was described instead of what was intended for the readers to imagine.
What she ended up reading was the description of a t-rex (we didn't know what she was describing at first) but everyone's drawings ended up as a weird amalgamation of things- a chimera of random objects basically (ex. Pistons for legs- i imagined and drew the dinosaur's legs as pistons from minecraft♀️ whereas someone else may have drawn them as the pistons seen in an engine) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
LITERALLY INTERPRETED C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: Step 1) Pick something random to describe
Step 2) Use [a lot] of metaphors & similes in your description [to make it more interesting]
Step 3) Create a small drawing of what you described- the twist: LITERALLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ex. 1 - If you chose wind and described it as such:
He was but a phantom thief gliding across the skies, maneuvering betwixt raindrops with utmost stealth. On rainy nights, his every move, to avoid acidic tears falling from the clouds above, proved to create a more disastrous anomaly compared to earth melting beneath the floods. He stole the remaining peace from the rains' aftermath with his masterful techniques, creating strong gusts of destruction in his wake- his passing: a tornado of what was, his future: a momentous breeze awaiting a storm, his present: a windstorm to come.
- Then you would legit draw the wind as the phantom thief u imagined (moving on to a different example cuz this one's more abstract without more metaphors and stuff)
☆☆☆ Ex. 2 - If you chose an alligator and described it as such:
Rows of white daggers jutted out of its jaws Claws, like anchors, sunk into sandy waters Slitted eyes sniped prey with a hungry gaze Predator swam towards its lunch With a swish of a slithering tail 'neath murky waters Soon after, the daggers stabbed premeditated targets And a bloody feast met the huntress
- then you would legit draw an alligator with actual daggers for teeth, anchors for feet, maybe an eye aiming with the snipe symbol indicating a target in sight, etc. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Song in bio: (From Cinderella) A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RECOLLECTED DREAM C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: Write about a dream you remember having
Ex. When I was kid, I had a dream involving horseback riding, wolves chasing me, and an invasion of aliens (won't go into detail, but understand that what you write doesn't necessarily have to make sense 'cause not all dreams make sense either) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Have you ever asked the Heavens, sky, the clouds, For a wish (a demand?): Make me a shape, move Along with my choosing - Proof (pray you) that it listens, Cooperates, even, that You can affect, interact With the myriad of Unbelievable, glorified Activity within those Burning spheres of fire, Microscopic droplets of mist, Streaks of blended source? Have you ever asked, and - Next question - have the clouds Ever responded? Masaru Emoto hails those crystals Of cloudlike provenance; He's had his answer, but I still want (yes, demand) My own _________
No matter how much I write about you, You never fail to fascinate me being anew. Sometimes, being a snow puff Sometimes as a cotton candy fluff. Sometimes, carrying the divine hue Sometimes among the engulfing blue. Sometimes giving a wide grin, And playing jovially with your twin. But when that colour of yours fade, With that drab, grey shade. I smile then, too Enjoying your anger on our crew. Then pouring out your anger And flashing to show your danger. I enjoy every tear of yours, Wondering if get drenching with it cures. But at the end, like everytime I end up dancing under you being a grime. But whenever you stop, I always look forward to your next pop. When will you turn grey with temper, And cool down us with your hot hamper? Until then, I enjoy your routes With different patterns on your chutes.