I attended a writing workshop at the Burning Tale recently and had a great time. We did some exercises and then listened to mysterious poetry in the dark of the night.
Here are a few fun pieces that I wrote during the workshop. I hope you enjoy them! 🙂
Short, Short Story
The egg rolls were twitching and screaming as they were lowered into the sizzling pan of oil. They wanted to remain uncooked and uneaten, forever smelling like dough. But alas, they have turned into a crispy, golden brown, no longer twitching, but still.
Haiku
Lusting for egg rolls
while writing ’bout memories
in a studio.