October 1, 2014

Wednesday Writing Challenge: Beyond Skin Deep

Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge!

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.


Some of these challenges may be very good ones or may include an element I consider highly important for writers to learn...so occasionally I may cycle through some of my favorites more than once. 


??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!


October Prize: A signed print copy of

Goblin Fires or Lotus Petals 

(Winner's Choice)


 And now...

***Here's Today's Challenge!***

Describe an attractive person (male or female).

Use NO physical descriptors!

Post your results in the comments.




***Hints and Tips:***


Obviously the purpose of this challenge is to consider what makes a person beautiful, beyond their appearance. Consider the qualities of beauty and how we communicate them.


Avoid cliches. They are crutches, and your writerly legs aren't broken.


It's acceptable to describe the subject's effect on others ("She made my ears tingle every time she spoke"), but provide examples of WHY the subject has this effect.

1 comment:

  1. The effect was slow at first, one or two men spotted her and patted their companions arm. "Hey, look at that one," or, "You think I might have a shot with that?" Before we even sat down at the table she had their attention and remained blissfully ignorant of them all. She sparkled, not with anything she wore, more that one could easily feel her aura and tell that she was genuine, she was real. Her laughter sent shivers down my spine and drove me to find new ways to entice the addictive sound from her. Her voice alone could draw a man to her, the way it rose and fell in the dramatic way of storytellers of old reminding one of tales of silk sheets and endless nights; soft but powerful, melodic and intense. Even her movements as she spoke, the gentle waves of her hand, the way she sat so relaxed yet so proper, even the way she would occasionally brush her hair behind one ear spoke of her innocent charm. She was a siren, pulling men in to die a hundred deaths just to amuse her into those little laughs and bright smiles. Of all the men in the room, of all the men in the world, she chose me; I'd be damned if I would allow her to slip through my fingers tonight.


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