Chimney embers

Exercise:

Write a short descriptive piece of a small, dark place. Requirements: 100 words exactly with a beginning, middle and end.

White embers sparkle golden with popping incessantly, buried deep beneath the cooling ash. The final thermal flicker suffocated beneath the blanket of burnt wood, as the whisks from the chimney brush pressed deeply into the pile beneath the wrought iron grate which held the remains of the charred wood like a father holds his small daughter upon the pedestal of protection.

Those embers wrestled with their very existence as that brush moved swiftly and purposefully forward. The darkened, dead ash rolled forward in small waves like those lapping children’s toes in the tepid tide until the embers popped no more.

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Ok, so when I created this blog I thought it was the name of the Creative Writing magazine at our school. Today Whitney pointed out that I'm an idiot and that the name is THE DOOR STEP. Well, that blogs taken (Whitney, do you own it?). Anyway, I am keeping this one.

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I have asked each and every student in my creative writing course to create a blog for their original work during this course. I won't ask my students to do something that I won't do myself so here I am. Blogger is one of the free blog servers I actually understand, so here I am.

This is where I will post my work that I write in class and from this class with the exception of my novels. They take too long to worry about someone stealing them.

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