Day 3: 30 Day Writing Challenge


In 250 words or less, write without “should”, “could”, “would.

I’m not entirely sure what this exercise is supposed to do. So, much like yesterday’s challenge, I’m going to edit an old piece, to see what this does for it. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I love the characters and I still need to find a proper plot for them. Nothing at all…

They bickered about lunch for a while as they trekked through the streets, passing the suit between them when the sweat started dripping down their arms. They found a stuffy fish and chip shop, ordered takeaway, and walked the last hundred metres to the beach. They took off their shoes once the wood of the walkway was overrun by sand and scouted for a spot. Eventually they found somewhere and collapsed, laying the suit – in its protective cocoon of black polyester – on the grass and opened their parcel, and fought over the crunchiest chips. They watched as families with young children playing in the golden sand gave way to young couples hand in hand staring out into the swirled colours of the sky reflected in the languid waves. The stifling heat of the day filtered away and  became a sheet of warm humidity draped over them. When the pinpricks of starlight started cropping up in between the coils of celestial colour they crumpled their paper, picked up the suit, and wound through the streets, now bathed in streetlight, until they found their cars. They pointed and laughed when they saw that they had parked bonnet-to-bonnet.

Final word count: 195

This is kind of interesting. Apparently, I don’t use “should”, “would”, or “could” in my prose. With a few minor line edits, that is the original paragraph, which I both I love and hate. I love the concept, but I don’t think I’ve really nailed it yet. Ah well, onto the next challenge!



About Bec Graham

Bec Graham, 24, was born on the wrong continent. Everything from her burns-like-paper skin tone to her inability to cope with the slightest hint of a hot day suggests she should have been born under the gloomy skies and mild sun of the UK. She hopes writing will get her to her rightful home one day. Failing that, she scans the skies for a spinning blue police box, hoping to catch a lift back to the motherland.
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