Exercise 1: Write a 5 words text.
The tears and pain gone.
The joy, the youth and the rush. The youngsters’ unconsciousness about the fact that their joy of life will be shattered by life itself.
Exercise 3: Write a short piece of drama based on a picture. (My picture was of an old man.)
DAUGHER— He pooed himself. Shit was everywhere. Everywhere, Molly. Dripping down his legs. I tried to make him laugh telling him a silly joke about monkeys, tried to make him forget his self-consciousness, Molly, but he didn’t laugh, he smiled at me and said: “Boo”. And then I started crying. He did not look at me, then. Stood straight, unblinking, martial gesture of his face… And I knew I had to leave. Leave and pretend that it didn’t happen. Leave knowing that he would not cry afterwards, as he has never cried before.
Exercise 4: Write the “This Is The Saddest Story I Have Ever Heard”
He waited for something to happen. She watched life passing by. They didn’t find each other and therefore, they died.
Exercise 5: After listening to Fox in the Snow, a monologue Labute wrote about two neighbours who start a relationship, write another monologue containing a) the title Fox in the Snow and b) any subject that got your interest. (In my case, the subject was ‘family’.)
--My brother was curled up in bed like some fragile doll that needs resting on a pillow. I stayed still on the threshold. My body still burning from his beating. I was hurt, but so was he. I took a step forward and called him: ‘Daniel?’ He did not move but dig his face on the pillow and mumbled: ‘mmm’. I got on my knees beside the bed. ‘Daniel?’ My brother sobbed: ‘I don’t wanna be like him. Not like dad, Inez, not like him.’ I felt like brushing his hair, but he looked like a butterfly that has been caught by a child and left without its shine. I did not touch him and he cried endlessly, a roar with such pain that I almost could see wounds in his chest letting the blood out, like a dead fox in the snow.
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