All these were written during class. I am not sure in which order I wrote these so these are in a random order. I usually had from two to five minutes to write these. If they seem a bit short, that's probably because I spent too long trying to think about something to write about.

This was written while listening to music, I was simply instructed to freewrite about how I felt while listing to the music:

Native American tribes beat their drums as the dancer springs wildly about like bubbles on a windy day. One by one the drummers stop their rhythm. The dancer ceases to step. All is quiet. Then from the earth, a new tune arises. From a jazz concert a man plays the trombone to a similar beat, this time from a piano and a single drum. The music fills the air as one by one people from the crowd stand up and ask for a dance. Like the wind over tall grass, each pair sways slowly. (stopped here)

This was also written to music with the same instructions as stated above:

Accordions throb their song to the beat of a tambourine. Lively music erupts as waiters pass out martinis to the awed crowed. A familiar tune arises, then descends, arises, descends. You can feel the emotion as the couples look lovingly into each others eyes. Music seems to flow as a new tune comes from behind the stage with pipes and chords, this lively tune attracts the eyes of many of the crowd. Some get up and dance a quick step. Faster they go as the watchers cheer them on. The music slows, and they sit down to await the next ensemble.

For this piece, I was instructed to write about heat:

Hot, blazing hot. My sweat moistens my hands as I wipe my forehead. My legs feel like lead. I can't go on. I must go on. How much farther to the edge of this desert? There are lumps on the horizon. Hills, or dunes? Must have water. I can't go further. Just a few more miles, that's all. I fall to my knees. My body dripping like wringing a wet towel. (interrupted here)

This next one's theme is "cold":

Cold. Cold and wet. This rainy day is not one to be outside. My feet schlosh in the mud and splash in the overflowing stream. I walk dismally along the sticky path. Finally I round the trees, I see the smoke rising gently from the top of my chimney. I open the door and can smell the comforting smell of fresh baked bread.
Exhausted, I slump into an easy chair and sip hot chocolate, the steam thawing my frozen face. The flickering firelight illuminates the small room as I sank deeper into my chair.

I don't quite remember the theme to this one, I think it's about food. You can see towards the end I start to run out of things to say.

Cake is light and fluffy, or hard and dense. Cheesecake can be either way, brownies tend to be more dense, angel food cake is more fluffy. Frosting adds a delicate touch to the top and sides. Icing it is sometimes called. There can be more than one layer, one to four usually. I love cake, it can heal bad mood, can lighten friendships, it can even be a reward. Cooking is one of my hobbies. I make sweets and crépes. Pudding and ice cream can go on the side. There are white cakes, chocolate cakes, and my favorite, ice cream cakes.

These next two were written on colors of my choice (read the one on brown slowly):

Mucky, murky, untrustworthy brown. It thrives on evil. It lusts for death. Sticky, slimy, tart, bitter. It scratches, it bites, it sings a song of dismay. It lurks in swamps. It smells of the dank, dark, dungeon.

Lively, bouncy, sweet yet sour electrical green. A mouthful of joy, an earful of music, the feeling of life. Clear sweet smell, it has a mind of it's own. It gallops through the forest.

I believe this was a free write with a ten minute time-limit. The first paragraph I have on the top of the paper, and I'm not sure what it is, but I thought it might coincide with the rest so here it is:

Water flows like the idea of writing. Water brings life, it flourishes all things that live.

As I walk through the forest, my eyes fall on two deer. I quietly follow them for a short distance until they lead me to a quiet spring. I sit down against a tree and watch them play. They chase each other on the bank. One slips and falls in the water. The other follows. There they are in the brook splashing and singing into the water. I look down at my reflection and realize that there are fish in the stream. I watch them as they wriggle to get themselves from place to place. They frantically avoid the deer's falling hooves. I get up and follow the current downstream and see that it drops down into a waterfall. While climbing down the steep hill, I am sprayed by the fierce currents. By the time I am at the bottom, I am soaked, dripping from head to toe. I look up and visualize the deer playing in the stream above. I can almost see them in the falling water. I am reminded of the fish when I see the sun reflecting on the mist creating a rainbow. I look down at the pool and can see through the clear water to the rocks at the bottom. Figuring that I couldn't get much more wet, I plunge headlong into the swirling waters. I imagine that I am a fish. I try to wiggle my body the way the fish did, but I end up on the bottom of the deep pool. I look up and see the streaks of sunlight and the foam from the waterfall. As I am watching, I see a mad disturbance, a hoof falls down followed by seven more. The two deer land beside me and continue their play as they float to the surface. Again I follow, and once I reach the shore. I climb out and gaze at my surroundings. Before me lay a valley. (stopped here)