We randomly select words from the dictionary and some from the class. Then, we do a timed free-write.
Round #1 Words: flicker, revolution, offspring, hilt, marron, speedy, jump, Cedar Point, and pink
Our revolution of love and true compassion must not flicker out. The flame must on for our offsprings to grasp the hilt of hope. Despite fiery marrons of hate falling form the sky, we must rise in haste. Come on! you must be speedy abou slaying the apathy. Jump up and board this movement. Like the tallest coaster at Cedar Point, we will reise, rise, rise into a horizon of blue, gold, and pink. Into a sphere of love and not hate.
Round #2 Words: porpoise, thrash, skirmish, oximeter, providence, metropolis, sell, and steaks
Steaks are oozing blood. They are raw, uncooked. Metropolis' steel towers are crashing to the ground. The sky is a blood red adn porpoise bite into shipwrecked sailors with fangs as shapr as serpents. Someone hook me up to oximeter. Do I even have blood pumping through my veins? I feel compulsive to BUY! NO SELL! NO BUY! Culture thrashes the lining of my soul. And I weaken, heart failing. Oh providence. My Protector, where are you? My nigh light is fading the hall is dark. I don't want to die.
Round #1 Words: flicker, revolution, offspring, hilt, marron, speedy, jump, Cedar Point, and pink
Our revolution of love and true compassion must not flicker out. The flame must on for our offsprings to grasp the hilt of hope. Despite fiery marrons of hate falling form the sky, we must rise in haste. Come on! you must be speedy abou slaying the apathy. Jump up and board this movement. Like the tallest coaster at Cedar Point, we will reise, rise, rise into a horizon of blue, gold, and pink. Into a sphere of love and not hate.
Round #2 Words: porpoise, thrash, skirmish, oximeter, providence, metropolis, sell, and steaks
Steaks are oozing blood. They are raw, uncooked. Metropolis' steel towers are crashing to the ground. The sky is a blood red adn porpoise bite into shipwrecked sailors with fangs as shapr as serpents. Someone hook me up to oximeter. Do I even have blood pumping through my veins? I feel compulsive to BUY! NO SELL! NO BUY! Culture thrashes the lining of my soul. And I weaken, heart failing. Oh providence. My Protector, where are you? My nigh light is fading the hall is dark. I don't want to die.
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