Writing workshop: exercise 1
On Wednesday I started a creative writing workshop, the first exercise was to write a story that included the words: Thursday, chicken, coffee, street, perceive, spin, although, and since. In about half an hour. It doesn’t even have a title but this is what came out:
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He was a farm chicken, a chicken like any other, ten siblings, didn’t know who his father was and didn’t remember his mother, he only knew that she had left him and his siblings shortly after birth as if he and his siblings were just a minor annoyance in her life.
He didn’t even like his siblings and often confused them with the hundreds of hens in the farm, but he was sure none of them were Chiricanos.
He wanted to go out into the street, see the world, forget that nobody wanted him, do something other than eat, maybe spin stars. He was tired of perceiving the smell of the farmer’s coffee every morning, hated the coop, how ridiculous to be a bird and not be able to fly.
Then on a Thursday morning (and don’t ask me how the chicken knew it was Thursday) his life changed, he wasn’t alone in his nest, there was something hard and round next to him, it was never a chicken and someday from that nest, she would be the “abandoner”.