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Tag Archives: exercise
I Stacked the Odds
I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading
Posted in Exercises, Prose, Snapshots
Tagged autobiography, Benjamin F Jones, Brunel House, cardiff, cardiff queen street, christmas, christmas in the office, christmas shoppers, creative prose, Creative writing, December 2001, exercise, festivities, fifteenth floor, flash, graphite bunny, left behind, odd one out, office, office bunny, office life, office utopia, phone manning, phones, short straw, solo, weirdo, wind scrapes, yoga
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Lash Route
A train waits, basking in the sun on the bridge. We shout abuse. Mark throws a can. It’s beautiful tonight. Off at the station and into the city. The air is golden, the high street like a motorway to be … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged Benjamin F Jones, bunny clubbing, cardiff, cardiff bunny, cardiff clubs, cardiff pubs, cardiff queen street, Caroline street, chip alley, cleavage, creative prose, Creative writing, dictionary corner, drinking, exercise, flash, fri night, friday night, fridge, graphite bunny, May 2002, novel start, oases of girls, opening lines, opening paragraph, roaring men, score, slappers, valley line trains, wine
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A City I Once Knew
In the backseat of a taxi. Riding the narrow passageways of your city. Lost where you would be at home. The driver, undaunted by buckled signs and hooting pedestrians. Faces slide past the window. White lines flap under the tyres … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Snapshots
Tagged 2005, Benjamin F Jones, carcass, city, concrete and glass, concrete canvass, creative writing exercise, exercise, extract, Filth, foyer, graphite bunny, linguistic snapshot, revisiting, short prose, snapshot, taxi, tower blocks
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Exercise 1 – Seen through a window
It was my first time. The instruction manual said that I was dealing with a science not an art – and that I shouldn’t open the lid. While the dough is kneading I feed the cat. She’s uneasy because of … Continue reading
Posted in Exercises, Prose
Tagged 2002, baking, Benjamin F Jones, bread, butter, cooking, creative prose, Creative writing, creative writing exercise, dough, exercise, fermentation, flour, memories, Prose, rise, shortening, thorough a window, waste of time, writing exercise, yeast
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Morning Fear
It was dark when I left for work this morning, my eyes dazzled by toothpaste. The sleet was orange. As I walked past the slope opposite Station Terrace I had to remind myself that the shapes were not monsters but … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry, Snapshots
Tagged Benjamin F Jones, circles under street lights, creative prose, dark, exercise, fear, imagination, internal images, mental health, monsters, morning, over-active imagination, prose poetry, prose-poetry, roses, terror, toothpaste, writing, writing prompt
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Graphite Bunny 