A Taste of Free Writing

Here is a piece of free writing I said I would show an example of. I timed myself for 10 minutes and just began writing without any self judgement or concern of the moving plot. I had no concept of the characters before I began, or their reason for being in the moment. As you can there is easily a story in this 10 minutes of free writing.

Keep a look out for more on: How I’m Writing my Book.

xx, Kristin

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Tap, tap, tap.

She sat up. Blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Tap, tap, tap.

It had taken hours to fall asleep against the noise from the floor below, and the streets. The orange city lights had glowed behind her eyelids, only darkened as she placed a pillow on her face. The heat from her breath wetted its fabric, and she was again left to despise the light and sounds.

Tap, tap, tap.

A boiling anger bellowed in her gut and she threw herself from the bed.

“What.” The wooden floor was cold on her toes. “What do you want,” she shouted at the door.

“Sorry to bother you Miss,” it was a child’s voice. “It’s just – someone’s here to see you.”

Erica opened the door, bowing over the boney frame of the child. He cowered in her shadow, lips fastened in a straight line.

“Well – who is it then? Where are they?”

“Miss. Stewart, it’s good to see you again.”

She did not need to turn her head to see him. Steven leaned back with his foot on the dingy, floral wallpaper of the hallway. A flash of light, and a small breath of burning filled the silence as he light a cigaret. “It’s been so long.” He shook out the match, letting a stream of smoke dance between them in the draft.

“Go,” she hissed at the child.

Without a sound he scampered down the hall and out of sight.

Neither spoke as they listened to the small footsteps barrel down the staircase.

Silence.

“Why you here, I – we’re never supposed to meet again.”

“You know I’m no good at following orders – Erica.”

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