Writer's workshop - The Big Red Ball

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The Prompts:

1.) Baby fever is in the air. Describe what you would do differently as a first time mom.

2.) What book captured your heart? Write about why the first book you loved is the first book you loved.

3.) Who is a bird-brain? Think about all the birds you’ve seen–from songbirds to hunters. Compare one or more people you know to different types of birds in a piece of writing.

4.) Why do we need 26? If you could change the alphabet, what would you do? Add? Subtract? Combine? Simplify? Write about it.

5.) Where does that fear come from? Write about something that frightens you that other people might find ridiculous. Write about it in a poem, a story, or whatever.

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Where does that fear come from? Write about something that frightens you that other people might find ridiculous. Write about it in a poem, a story, or whatever.

 
A Dream.  It started in a dream.

I had that dream all the time.  Regularly for years.


THE BIG RED BALL.


The ball would bounce over me and bounce over me and get bigger and bigger each time. Until finally it crushed me under it's weight.

Now I'm scared of big red balls.

Anytime I see a big red ball I start hyperventilating and crying and screaming.  I can't get a grip.  I feel like I'm going to be suffocated just like in my dream.  It's really sad.

The first year we were married Jeff bought everyone big red balls for Christmas. He had no way of knowing.  I threw a FIT.  I was running through the house screaming, hiding behind everything, but I was mad too.  Mad that he bought them. It was horrible. HE ruined Christmas.







I'm just kidding.  

About the balls, not the dream.  SHUDDER.