In this screenplay writing workshop that I attended recently, the speaker asked us to do something called random writing. In this kind of an exercise, you are usually given a word and then very few minutes time to write down whatever comes to your mind. You have to put your pen to paper as soon as your topic is given. No thinking time allowed
The topic that we got was balls and while most people interpreted it in its most vulgar and lewd from, this is what I wrote.
It rolled on to the ground and kept going. While the wind helped it in its journey partially, the other beach goers were only too happy to kick it around. It was bright pink, orange, purple and yellow stripes all together. It rolled further into the water. The little girl ran behind it. She ran with all her might, her face scrunched up in determination.She called out its name. Screamed it out with all the power her little lungs gave her. The ball went further in the water. The sunlight reflected off it and it became more difficult to spot it. That didn't stop her though, she still ran in search of her ball.The ball now in the middle of the ocean, floated away. The child, now reaching the same ares, didn't.
