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200 words day #1


I had a professor in the semester who insisted that we write 200 words a day on two separate occasions during the semester. We complained, of course. He told us that it may seem like a hassle now but it may help get our creative juices flowing. I too, complained that first. However, by the end of the experience I truly enjoyed it and had a lot of great story ideas to show for it. As far as my writing goes, my creative juices need a little help flowing, especially during the summer when there is no one there to impose deadlines or to tell me what to write. So, I decided to try the 200 words a day experiment on my own and see how long I could keep it going. Below is a day one's effort.


A young girl with a side ponytail enters her local movie theater. She is very excited because she has been waiting all week to see this movie. The movie is called Anastasia. The girl has heard from all her friends at school that the movie is about a Russian princess that was separated from her family. The girl can't imagine being separated from her mommy because her mommy helps her do so much. You see, this girl with the side ponytail isn't like every other girl in her class. The girl has to use a wheelchair in order to get around. Why did she have to use a wheelchair you ask? Well, it's because she has something called cerebral palsy.

Cerebral palsy is a physical condition that affects the way the muscles work in the body. Think of it as a short circuit. The brain sends electrical impulses throughout the body that tells specific muscle groups and nerves what do. The girl's brain was damaged at birth and the electrical impulses that her brain sends get mixed up. You want an example? Well, let's take the legs, if the brain wants the legs to walk and the electrical impulses get jumbled then it could have unexpected consequences.

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