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Free Writing - 15 Free Writes for You To Use

Updated on December 30, 2015

Your Quickly Thought Up Words Could Provide a Story Plot

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What is Free Writing?

Free writing is basically an easy way to get a story started. It is simple to do and it can give you the characters and even the bones of your plot.

Some people like to set aside a specific time for this type of creative writing ranging between five minutes and even full hours. I don't like to limit my time and I like to write till my thought train stops. No secret formula or special training are needed. With your paper and pencil at the ready just open your mind and write down everything that pours out of it. It won't be pretty and it won't make sense but that doesn't matter. Forget the rules of capitalisation and grammar and roll with it. However random the words are and whatever flows into your head write it down. No-one will see your free writing except you so write freely and openly.

When you are finished cast your eyes over your messy and rough draft and ask yourself the questions that you think the words suggest. Is there a character mentioned? Any personality traits? Other characters? Setting? Is there a drama in progress? Outcome?

Ask the questions, write down the answers and by some small writing miracle you will see a plot line emerge. I am going to write down some illustrated examples to show you how it works and then list some free writes for you to decipher with your own imagination.



The Glitter Ball

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Pulling out the Questions

  • Who is running?
  • How is it loaded?
  • What is shifting/changing?
  • From what?
  • What painted chariot are they riding?
  • Why no soul- Evil? Selfish?
  • Who is the child?
  • What happens after dark?

The Glitter Ball

1. Running load and running free. Speaking, shifting, calling me. Sand is shifting, road is going, no-one knows. No-ones showing. Pandas dance in golden locks. Monsters in shiny frocks. Blinking and bling and no soul in. When the clock is going red, when the child is in her bed, when the sun is setting low, then the truth is what we know.

My Plot

It is a woman. She is in her forties but her head is still in her twenties. She has dyed hair, false nails, and a complete lack of conscious. She is running from her past. From a man, they done something. Something bad, something very bad, something you can't run from. Night falls and she knows he is coming for her. Why can't he go out during the day? There is a good reason. That is because something is hunting him too.

The Cottage

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Pulling out the Questions

Who is the granny? Scottish? Winter? Tea, toast and gab (gab means chatting in Scottish) with who? Who is Effie to the granny? Who is Stan? What happened? Why was he on the floor? What are the blue lights? (Emergency paramedics in the UK) Was he saved?

The Cottage

2. Granny sits upon her chair. Tartan tats upon her hair. Water boils upon the stove. Stocking warms up frozen toes. Her boys roll logs upon the floor. Wind is knocking on her door. Aggie flows the water free. Tea and toast and gab is free. Effie rocks up once more. Stan is dead upon the floor. Blue lights rolling. Crash and Save. Saviours, son, the whole, the brave.

My Plot

The granny live alone somewhere quiet, a small village, the Highlands. Her grandsons comes and visit her to help. No son or daughter though, what happened to them? She has a friend, a friend called Effie. They share each day, visiting, talking, laughing and sharing the good and the bad. A neighbour, maybe? Definitely an old friend. Effie husband collapsed on the floor. Not breathing. Effie ran to her friends. They phoned for help. None came. Too far. Wait the grandsons came. They helped. He survived.

Who is Afraid of the Wolf?

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Pulling out the Questions

Who is Tim? What zone? Who is his mother? What is his father? What strange new regalia is his destiny? Why does he feel he is at a turning point for man? What is his role here? Is his destiny real or only in his head? Is he different, special or is his superhuman journey only his fiction?

Who is Afraid of the Wolf?

3. Tim was in the zone. The light zone. The right zone. He feels that the world has woken up to the new day. The singular moment when his existence was the full circle of evolutions new start. The beginning of a new breed. How it came to this fine moment, is another taller tale. The mother, the mother. The father the king. Draped in the majesty of grape juice and stilettos. He faced the tall day as the bringer of the awakening.

The Plot

Tim isn't special, or at least not in a supernatural sense. Tim is eighteen. Tim is from the rocky side of town. His father is a gambler, a drinker and spends his wages on buying some quality time with the ladies. Momma sees only religion, not the mixed up kid who stands before her. Tim has the face of an angel and the heart of a killer. He hates those high heeled shoes, hates seeing them, trampling, stamping and walking. He just can't let it go.

Find Your Inspiration

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Free Writes for You

Below I have written some free writes for your own interpretation. All work by Anna Haven is subject to copyright, with the exception of the free writes which follow. Use the free writes individually if you wish to, but do not copy them in bulk. Let your imagination spark and see where your own journey takes you.


That Window

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That Window

4. Bolts are locked in across my door. Rats they scurry on my floor. Whispers fall upon my head. What they said. I'd be dead. Don't you cry upon my sleep. Leave me weeping in my dreams. Charlotte called upon my head. Leave him to his unmade bed. Don't wander in the garden gate. Don't dally in the purple fate. Run and hide when he is inside. Believe in love and find your pride.

5. As she lay upon her bed. Head in hands and fingers red. Moonlight shines in violent blasts. Water spills in kindred hearts. Orange sunshine rolls right through. Green has left them, torn and strewn. Nothing breaths in acrid air. Survivors run and believe in love. Fleeing earth, poison and that. Stranded heartbeats in cold, old gums. No-one listens, then no-one comes.

As Fireworks Explode

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As Fireworks Explode

6. Lift me up and fly away. Hold me close and breath my name. Upon the stars in the black night. In the stones and in the flight. Nothing lost and all to live. No-one jumped and no-one gives. The belt rang out in coloured tones. The bell tolls out and they run home. The flying man is way up high. Rolling clouds and starburst sky. Broken lips and swollen bones, make a promise, make a home.

7. Light flies high in the sky. You raise your glass high. Reaching for stars in bars. Cold, sold. beret in blue. Risen shining. All but new. Firelight gleaming in your eyes. Mesmerise then despise. Gin and ruin. Boys today, Starlight shone then blew away. Holding feathers in each hand, languished, leather, old and tanned.


Light Shining Down

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Light Shining Down

8. Upon that sunny day. She ran out of the window. High, sky high and running. Blue and black and all in red. No-one danced, no-one said. Unbeknown to man and beast. Wilting flower and cold in breast. Walking, running as the dogs, Leashed and loaned and holed in deep. Ran and hid and ran and caught. Line was cast and road was fraught. Fly my baby, just be free, run and rise to see the sea.

9. Planks and pistons. Load and fold. Business ran and flew unsold. Flight in solo, as one begun. Finished last on the home run. Standing top of that green hill. Birds are stifling, Falling still. Stones unturned, blue flakes of snow, Snapped the tiger into the snow. Jungle drums beat warning shots. Holding trapped in stolen lots. The price of money just got high, souls to banter as pennies fly.

The Silver Coin

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The Silver Coin

10. Piece of silver, lost to gold. Pieces of eight and men now sold. Rolled upon the concrete hill, drained and sick and full of pills. Hill and dale and wooden peg. Ran my mother, stole my hope. Believe in love and life untold. Riches, wealth and fools good. Upon my soul he laid a shoe. Worn and leather, cold and new. Blasted winter, forsaken sons, why did this redemption come?

11. The cat is silver on the floor. Rolling edges in sunken floors. Hidden treasures in golden vase. Fallen in a ship on the earthen ledge. Rivers flow to breach the spot. Man he hides in the cold, dirt floor. Wanting, needing, seeking more. The House stands in the forgotten wood. Man must hide and seek the truth. Gold and silver, treasures deep, lost to the bone man in their sleep.

Running Wild

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Running Wild

12. Standing in the crowd. Astounded by the silence. Dropped by society into the pit of chance. Noble and just and what a catch. Netting into a shoal, crushed by society into a pulp. Moulded into a particular life. Was he a legend or merely legendary in universe. Stand up guy and oh so justifiable as she faced the angry mob.

13. He is running into trouble. He wants to be good. He wants to help, but the temptation is just too much. Easy money and no risk. They said it wouldn't hurt, they said he wouldn't hurt. Well the price is always too high. He didn't want to do it. Things just went too far, too fast. The small one shouldn't have walked out. Shouldn't have cried.

The Single Seahorse

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The Single Seahorse

14. Beholder to some pretty messy business. Lone wolf of justice. The bringer of answers. The slayer of fools. A woman whom walks in the line of the men. Stricken by the burning need to bleed that broken layer of society of all that ills it. Unyielding to the strict, strolling style of her makers and breakers, she runs into the burning building. Flames reel in film set fashion. Unfortunately the credits left her in a particular sharp position.

15. Blistering water stings their skin as they duck down low. The siren reins in the night skies as blue flakes fall into poisoned drums of past demeanours. She pulled her collar up to hide the weeping wound, as the wolf howled lowly in a background of oak trees and evil. Black figures sneak upon the horizon in small bands of bleakness. Yet all the while the light still shines brightly from the true and honest heart of glass.

Your Imagination is Just Waiting to Be Heard

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Well that is free writing for you. Boisterous and billowing. I hope you have enjoyed reading my work and it was of use to you. Thank you for reading.

Find Words and Wisdom in your Wonder

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© 2015 Anna Haven

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    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      after reading your hub here I guess I am a fan of free writing.. first time i heard that term.. happy new year Ann

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      DJ Anderson 2 years ago

      Hello, Anna,

      So good to see you! I have missed your lovely works.

      Free Writing is a new concept to me. I'm not sure my brain would

      not seize up in a bit of a frenzy.

      Your photos are amazing. Would you be so kind as to identify

      "The Cottage". Is this a home that is occupied or an historical site?

      And, the last scene, with the rainbow appearing; what is the round

      stone turret?

      I am always looking for new ways to get my mind spurred along.

      Free Writing might be just the thing!

      Again, it is so good to see you.

      DJ.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Interesting concept, Anna. I've never tried this. I must say, what came spilling out of your mind onto this page was enlightening!

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you Frank. I am a huge fan as it so random and yet so fruitful. Happy New Year to you too. :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Hi DJ

      Thank you, you are very kind. Both those photographs are from Culloden, the famous battlefield. It is very atmospheric and a really sad place.

      Again thank you for your kindness.

      :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Hi Bravewarrior

      Enlightening good or bad? :D

      I like it as it is just so random, you just never know what you are going to get and what strange fictional path that it is going to lead you down!

      Thank you for reading.:)

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      You know, for 'free writing' Anna, lots of them do have lovely melodies, and are quite cute just as they are. Interesting, isn't it?

      I can easily start without any thought in my head and then write a beautiful story or poem. I pause to keep the grammar together, but the thoughts just flow without planning. Much peace.

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      Michael-Milec 2 years ago

      Hello Anna Haven, blessed and prosperous 2015 !

      This is very special to me "unattached" writer. Almost voted "no" then I realized a third option would be decisive. Being raised, lived and practiced realist, where do I square? ( Please don't disclose my secret.)

      Simply if "free writing" soo simple the world would overflow by writers.' or wouldn't ?!

      Voted interesting.

      Peace with us.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Anna,

      So glad to see you here writing and teaching of these free writes! I love this idea! You sure are in the zone to do these free writes. Of course, you are such a gifted writer anyway.

      Happy New Year and blessings always

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      FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

      I've missed you. Your ideas here are so creative, definitely the beginnings of some good works. I especially like the glitter ball idea.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you for reading manatita44 and for your kind comment.

      Whenever I free write there seems to be rhyme popping up randomly. Even in my poetry I know that rhyme is frowned upon in the echelons of 'proper literacy' but I can't help myself. Random rhyming everywhere and I leave it, because that is what I felt should be there even though it breaks the rules. :)

      You sounds as if you have found your place to create and it definitely works for you.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Happy New Year to you too Michael-Milec.

      I wish I had input that third option for you rather than limiting the choice to black or white, because in the case of writing there is probably always grey. :)

      Thank you for your very eloquent response. I always check to see if you have written any hubs and to date you haven't. Your comments are always very interesting and beautifully spun together and your hubs would be a pleasure to read.

      Thank you.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you that was a very generous and kind comment. Off course thank you for reading as well. Happy New Year to you too. :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Hi FlourishAnyway

      Thank you. I have missed you all too. It was just my raw little scribbles and I appreciate you all being kind to them. :)

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      peachy 2 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      i really am not good at writing plots, thumbs up for those who are real good writers

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      I think all of us are just on a continual learning curve to be good writers. Thank you for reading and commenting peachpurple. :)

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      Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      I’ve never heard the term, “Free writing,” before, but I sometimes find myself doing this. Who knew it could lead to stories filled with characters and plots? Thank you! This is great info...so helpful! :-)

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Definitely an interesting concept. I have never tried anything like this before.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      I like how it is all a bit random and rambling but gets you there anyway. Thank you for visiting and for your kind comment Genna. :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      I use them a lot. They seem to be favoured a lot for helping students in creative writing classes. Thank you for reading and commenting aviannovice. :)

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      Devika Primić 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Interesting and so carefully thought of.

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      Audrey Howitt 2 years ago from California

      I love free writes--it helps me let go of the need to produce coherence and often, for me--that is a good thing--I loved these pictures--I do think there are some wonderful stories here

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you for your kind words and also for taking the time to read DDE.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you Audrey. I love free writing too, it is wild and a bit random but seems to get there in the end. :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you Audrey. I love free writing too, it is wild and a bit random but seems to get there in the end. :)

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you Audrey. I love free writing too, it is wild and a bit random but seems to get there in the end. :)

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      Romeos Quill 2 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Anna;

      I tried something similar to this the other day called ' Freeforming '; it's a little more disciplined than Free Writing inasmuch as it is more like the outpouring of fluid poetry rather than a prequel to prose ' stream of consciousness ' approach that you have so generously offered here.

      This will certainly attend those who are currently lacking inspiration.

      Thank you for the read, and great pictures.

      R.Q.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      Thank you for reading Romeos Quill and for your interesting comment. Freeforming sounds a good means to create.

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      Audrey Howitt 9 months ago from California

      This helps so much when I get get stuck--thank you for this aid to liberating my muse from her cage

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      Anna Haven 7 months ago from Scotland

      Thank you Audrey, I hope you're well and all is good in your world.

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