“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
Iambic Pentameter Practice
- The winding, twisting path beneath my feet.
- And footsteps tread from bar to bar.
- A lifting force of ninety thousand tons.
- His folly, farce, and basely brazen ways.
- Iamb, iamb, I am arranging you.
- The last, annoying voice of garbled trash.
- Ebullient, I wore a sparkled hat.
- Cohesive, balanced, taller people win.
- An empty desk, a dearth of papers, shit.
- When asking daily takes us further down.
- The paper asks for ink upon its lines.
- A wicked weave of wildly wooly wars.
- When chatt’ring poets we pretend to be
- A lifting, pulling, hard, arresting force.
- One hardly has the time to write a word.
(prompt: Write 15 lines of anything in iambic pentameter)