As is normal for me, I didnt do any of these exercises in the right order (You can't tell me what to do!). So here is the article, entitled Your First Writing Practice
This was a tough one for me, i really overthouhgt it, which led to me dismissing tings i may have put in and running out of time. But here it is. Enjoy! Dont forget to leave me your thoughts in the comments section.
A young woman/ man stumbles across a body in the woods. What does he/she do?
She always ran at dawn. That thin circle of gold along the horizon always lifted her spirits, contrasting starkly with the black outlines of trees and buildings. Her trainers crunched on the gravel of the poorly packed country road, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness before the world woke.
She took sharp right into the treeline, feet sure upon the track she had coursed a hundred times before. It was cold that morning, and she could see her breath misting briefly in front of her, before she passed through it briskly. She knew these woods well and even in the half light she could pick her way easily, around a boulder here, over a tree root there and … .
She roused from darkness, confused. What had happened? Pulling herself to seated, she looked around. Behind her, half on the track and half in the undergrowth, was a leg. A naked, soiled human leg. She crawled closer, tentatively reached out, pulled back the undergrowth and emptied her stomach on the forest floor.
The body was half clothed, but in a way that would have been more decent had it been left naked. In her mind it remained an it. It had to, lest she vomit again. Bloodied, bruised,broken, it looked like parts had come unhinged under flesh now cold. She fumbled in her waistbelt for her phone. She always carried it, her family insisted, although it worked better as an exercise tracker than a phone out here. Still, she prayed for signal as she tapped in 9-9-9.