Bones Writing Exercises

Posted 03/03/2008 10:33:08 (03/03/2008 04:33:08 PM)

This is the one I wrote for yesterday. NO character dead not even close too.

He didn’t know what the white object that was lying on the bathroom floor was; he picked it up in curiosity and was shocked to see it was a pregnancy test. He saw a pink line and knew exactly what that meant. Rebecca had showed him exactly the same test after she found out she was pregnant with Parker. He looked at the test again; he couldn’t believe it she was pregnant, tears of happiness made their way down his face, within seconds he was sobbing uncontrollably. Temperance entered the bathroom and found her boyfriend sobbing; she turned him around and saw the test in his hand.

‘’You weren’t supposed to find it, I wanted to tell you in person…’’ he saw the fear in her eyes

‘’its okay. You just made me the happiest man alive’’ a smile appeared on her face.

‘’Honestly?’’

‘’Honestly.’’

He pulled her into a hug, and they stood there for a while.

‘’Don’t ever scare me like that again. I thought you weren’t happy’’

‘’Of course I’m happy. I love you’’

‘’I’m scared Booth…’’

‘’It’s going to be okay Bones. You will be a great mother.’’

He pressed his lips to hers and placed his hands on her belly.

He was the happiest man alive

--Last edited by 206bones2break on 2008-03-03 16:34:34 --

Posted 03/03/2008 10:53:04 (03/03/2008 04:53:04 PM)

Ok. . . I wrote this when I was hungry. Very hungry.

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His taste in women was something he would never reveal.

It wasn't that it was unusual. . . he just liked to compare women to food. Take Tessa for example. She was mustard and mayonnaise. Blond and plain.

Rebecca was like soy sauce: If you have to much of it you end up not liking the rest of your meal. (It's best to have some things in moderation.)

Angela was like ketchup. You could never really keep up with what she was saying and/or doing. You had to constantly 'Catch up'.

Bones. Bones, Bones, Bones. She was his hot pepper and relish berger with a pickle on the side. Every new bite was unexpected, sweet or hot or sour, and that was just the way he liked it.

Posted 03/03/2008 13:17:31 (03/03/2008 07:17:31 PM)


ok so I gave up on this prompt... but I made my sister do all of them cause she was bugging me... so here are her contributions...


Prompt 1

--The Butterfly Effect--

Like a butterfly, she magically endowed knowledge upon Parker by suggesting Booth allow him to watch Barbie Mariposa and her Butterfly Fairy Friends; she had informed him that the film was surprisingly informational-- something about some ancient Meso-American metropolis called Tittykaka... or something

Prompt 2

--Sometimes Relationships Don't Work Out Because One Partner Has A Really, Really Hard Time Controlling Anger When Next To A Small, Helpless, Cuddly Animal Who Goes Pee Pee In Their Shoes--

The day Angela saw Hodgins kick a puppy she cried. Really hard.

Prompt 3

--The King of Jack Daniels--

His taste in women was unpredictable, just like the ingredients to the freshly steaming vomit lying at his feet. He’d been drinking to get his mind off her. Even in hot pepper pajama pants with a large dollop of some sort of ketchup/mustard/pickle relish combination staining her pant leg and a spot of mayonnaise from her hot dog on her chin, she’d been so *darn* attractive. Not at all normal, he kept telling himself. There must have been something in his own hot dog to make him think so strangely about his coworker. He began to sway and his head came dangerously close to his own mess. He caught a strange whiff of soy sauce and wished to heaven he could remember where he was and what he’d been doing two hours ago.

Posted 03/03/2008 13:36:49 (03/03/2008 07:36:49 PM)


Phoebs-

Your prompt two is brilliant. I can't stop laughing.

Posted 03/03/2008 16:39:11 (03/03/2008 10:39:11 PM)


thanks pirate but it's not mine it's my sister's.

Posted 04/03/2008 02:47:17 (04/03/2008 08:47:17 AM)


Good morning! It's neat to see so many people using these writing exercises.

Here's one for today:

In his Fictional International essay "To Begin, To Begin," Clark Blaise writes: "The most interesting thing about a story is not its climax or denouement--- both dated terms--- nor even its style or characterization. It is its beginning, its first paragraph, often its first sentence.... the story seeks its beginning, the story many times is its beginning, amplified."

Opening a piece with "At least" is-- so the words would
suggest-- is to open in medias res, that is, in the middle
of the action. For example:

At least she had a desk. Or:

At least the cake was white. Or:

At least they approved of the groom's gerbil.

etc.

How many opening sentences, all beginning with "At least" can
you come up with in five minutes?

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Posted 04/03/2008 03:26:17 (04/03/2008 09:26:17 AM)


At least it was Friday.
At least she knew her bones were safe.
At least he had his own place to go back to.
At least one of them still had their faculties.
At least 10 years had passed since he last saw her.
At least they had a full box of condoms.
At least he had changed the sheets the day before.
At least his spotter had calculated the distance correctly.
At least 15 agents swarmed the area amidst the chaos and mass confusion.
At least 5 minutes have passed since I started this!!

Posted 04/03/2008 09:34:41 (04/03/2008 03:34:41 PM)


Nice job, Spacey.

At least she’d left him his socks, Booth thought with a resigned sigh.
At least Hodgins had found his scorpion; wait, what the hell was that?
At least she’d remembered to put on her good underwear that morning.
At least he’d made it to first base.
At least he still had one bullet left.
At least it was late, so there weren’t too many squints left to witness his humiliation.
At least she hadn’t tried to kick his ass--much.
At least she still had her bones.

Posted 04/03/2008 10:22:12 (04/03/2008 04:22:12 PM)

At least Angela was out of earshot.
At least she couldn't kick my ass for comprimising her scene.
At least the movie was over.
At least Parker was safe.
At least Gormagon was in jail, if not totally in one piece.
At least she still had fries left: he had eaten all of his.
At least the case was over quickly.
At least he wasn't giving her his 'Of course you don't know what that means' look.
At least they had ten hours before they ran out of air in the car.
At least the suspect hadn't left yet- it made the stakeout that much easier.
At least Roxy had found a *hot* dress to wear.
At least Tony won the fight.
At least they could go home on Monday.
At least the plane ride back to DC would be five hours-five hours of being distractingly close to her partner in very small seats, while very tired, while REALLY trying not to kiss him.

Ok. That was strange. I don't think I've ever really started a story with 'At least' before.

Posted 04/03/2008 10:46:57 (04/03/2008 04:46:57 PM)


At least they weren't dead.
At least Brennan had her brains.
At least she didn't have to wear heels.
At least the dress was hot enough to make him sweat.
At least they had enough Thai and beer to make it through the night.
At least it was a good song.
At least they'd made it out in one piece.
At least they got to share a bed.
At least she remembered to pack underwear.
At least I have a gun.

Posted 04/03/2008 12:38:51 (04/03/2008 06:38:51 PM)


At least his son had managed to get some of his Extra-Curly jumbo fries in his mouth, although one was currently on an disturbing successful undercover mission in his tousled blond hair.

At least the room had stopped spinning for the time being; granted, it wouldn't last long, but he was determined to be grateful for small miracles.

At least he'd made it to the right delivery room.

At least Caroline had said the kidnapping charges wouldn't stick; how was he to know that his neighbor had called the cops after his partner had been a tad vocal during handcuff-oriented foreplay?

Posted 04/03/2008 12:43:54 (04/03/2008 06:43:54 PM)


mmmmm... I'd like to see that last one extended, bertie!!

Posted 04/03/2008 13:05:17 (04/03/2008 07:05:17 PM)


*takes note of Space's wishes in a Genie-esque fashion*

Posted 04/03/2008 13:37:07 (04/03/2008 07:37:07 PM)


At least she remembered the rather primitive ceremony which actually rendered her a married woman, though both her husband's name and face eluded her.

At least she knew what that meant.

Posted 04/03/2008 18:32:55 (05/03/2008 00:32:55 AM)

I'm posting this now because I know I'm going to sleep in tommorrow! I love how everyone's doing all the prompts! Really interesting writing coming from it! And thanks to my partner in crime, Lerdo!

Mix and Match Music

Write down the following:

Something you buy in a bakery:
A smell from a museum:
An automobile manufacuturer:
Something people use to adorn themselves:
An expression that is overused:
A sound from a child's toy:

Use all six items in your writing.(Make sure to list them so we know what they are!)

Start with: The music was loud....

Posted 05/03/2008 03:46:32 (05/03/2008 09:46:32 AM)


More At leasts...

At least two more people were required for this experiment to work; and by virtue of being the only others present, Zack and Hodgins had inadvertently volunteered themselves for the job.

At least she didn't have to explain herself this time; one look at her face and she knew Angela would understand.

At least two full minutes had passed before she worked up the courage to look Booth in the eye.

At least she knew she'd been right all along; she could take comfort in that if nothing else.

Posted 05/03/2008 05:48:19 (05/03/2008 11:48:19 AM)


At least they'd worn saftey goggles.

At least Booth was unconcscious and couldn't say "I told you so."

At least Angela had been right about it.

At least alcohol made them forget their awkwardness.

At least spam was cheap.

Posted 05/03/2008 14:04:00 (05/03/2008 08:04:00 PM)


Lol squinty! 'At least the spam was cheep'? LMAO!

Posted 06/03/2008 03:16:39 (06/03/2008 09:16:39 AM)

Well this one was a bit more of a challenge for me… more of a “real” story! Worrying about silly things like characterization and stuff actually making sense. Sorry about the 1st person, weird tense… it just sorta happened that way and I couldn’t begin to tell you why!

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Something you buy in a bakery: cherry pie
A smell from a museum: stale, musty air
An automobile manufacturer: Chevy
Something people use to adorn themselves: tattoo
An expression that is overused: “letting our hair down”, “life goes on”
A sound from a child's toy: vroom

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The music was loud, the windows of the Chevy were down, and we were letting our hair down, literally and figuratively. It was a Sunday afternoon, Booth had called and asked if I wanted to go to the diner for some cherry pie. Since when had that become a normal occurrence?

He had pulled up to the sidewalk outside my building, where I had told him I would be waiting; neither of us could help but think of what had taken place on that slab of concrete in the past. But life goes on.

I tossed Booth a smile as I pulled open the door of the truck and slid into the seat.

“VRRroommm!!” I reached down to pick up the toy truck that was under my feet.

“Oh sorry, Bones! I just dropped Parker off at his Mom’s… he must have forgotten his toy.”

It was a beautiful Spring day and Booth was dressed accordingly, in a short sleeve tee and jeans. I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo on his wrist as I dropped the toy in his open palm. Not that I’d never noticed them before; I’d even asked him about them once. Soul. Destiny. Two things that I had never believed in. They were remnants of his Ranger days, and that discussion had ended in silent contemplation on both our parts.

A slice of pie, two forks, two cups of coffee and we had progressed to our usual walk… which had inevitably taken us towards the Mall and past the Museum. I could never resist the urge to try to get him inside, to see the newest exhibit; he could never resist the barbs about stale, musty museums and why would anyone want to be inside on a beautiful day like this.

So when our walk eventually led us full circle, it was only natural to roll down the windows and continue to enjoy the fresh air. The classic rock station blaring, the wind in my face, the comfortable and safe surroundings; I surprised myself by waxing nostalgic back to my early childhood… long car rides in the back seat of the family car, excited about the beach vacation or other destination.

But life goes on. Two souls on merging paths… towards what destiny?

What are you excited about now, Tempe?

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Comments/suggestions are much appreciated. I'm using these exercises as a chance to learn from you guys!!

Posted 06/03/2008 04:44:26 (06/03/2008 10:44:26 AM)

spacekid77 wrote :
But life goes on. Two souls on merging paths… towards what destiny?

What are you excited about now, Tempe?

Loved that!

This is fab Space.. and well done. This one has me completely stumped!

Posted 06/03/2008 05:20:33 (06/03/2008 11:20:33 AM)

Will, I'm going to take a crack at your Mix and Match Music prompt this wkend. It looks fun.

Today's prompt:

It was a revelatory moment.

That's it. Write whatever you want. Have fun!

Posted 06/03/2008 12:24:36 (06/03/2008 06:24:36 PM)


It was a revelatory moment. An answer to a question she didn't know she was asking. And an unfortuante awakening of things she'd rather stayed sleeping.

Fire: liquid and heavy, raced through veins, thick and deep as blood. Need: almost desperation, demanded action.

Like a light bulb in a dark room. Like opening a window and letting in the crisp spring air. Like suddenly breaking the surface, all the little lies she'd used, all the times she'd turned away from him, conviently forgetting, purposely distracting herself... they fell from her skin like tiny drops of water. Cast off so easily in comparision to the collecting.

She felt new, different. Alive.

But...

She'd have to downplay it. He could never in any lifetime find out what was really going through her.

So...

'It was like kissing my brother.'

Posted 06/03/2008 12:27:28 (06/03/2008 06:27:28 PM)


that was lovely space.

Posted 06/03/2008 12:56:53 (06/03/2008 06:56:53 PM)


thanks phoebs! I couldn't help but think that your revelatory one was about Lost! Until I got to the last line of course and then I re-read it! That was some truly amazing imagery!
Awesome!

Posted 06/03/2008 13:09:05 (06/03/2008 07:09:05 PM)


Ack! Just read Willi's character death piece... God! Was the prompt to turn the reader into a sobbing mess, Willi? No, I don't think so... that wasn't very nice.
But it was very well-written and oh, I just want to hug him... and her.