Write: A Recipe

Find a recipe and replace all of the food words with other words to make a "new" recipe.

Peace Pops

Ingredients

1 (12-ounce) can frozen serenity concentrate
3 cups cold harmony
1 (16-ounce) package frozen sliced reconciliations

In a large agreement, anonymize together the serenity concentrate and harmony. Place reconciliations into the repose of a tranquility, and friendship until smooth. Pour in some of the serenity if necessary to facilitate tranquility. Stir reconciliation friendship into the serenity. Pour into unity, and truce until calm, about four hours.

Life Recipe

by Ahmad Alony

Get a bowl, add a few cups of love, take one table spoon of patience, one tea spoon of generosity, take one pint of kindness, take one quart of laughter, then proceed to add a pinch of concern. Then mix willingness with happiness, add four cups of faith. Stir it well, then spread it on a span of a lifetime, then serve it to every deserving person you know.

How to make war

Take two flags of different colours and wave them in opposite directions. Add a moustache (any size will do) and a cap with a feather. Cover evenly with approximately 300-479 words, such as fatherland (can be replaced with motherland, depending on the language you are cooking it in), brotherhood (do not use sisterhood as it may add a slightly unusual flavour), life, love, children, future, dignity, freedom, liberation, equality, justice, and victory. The words can be used in varying proportions and sequence, and adjusted as you proceed. In some cases freedom works better than justice, but adding victory is essential. Beat them together until stiff, sharp peaks appear. Stir the foam into the rest of the ingredients and wait until the mixture rises, forming bubbles and giving out pungent black smoke.  

Add about 20 thousand men* mixed with an equal number of guns – choose shiny ones when buying them from the warmonger’s since rusty guns tend to spoil the overall final effect of this dish. Divide the men with guns into two, roughly equal, rows facing each other, and soak in liquid testosterone for about 8 hours.

When ready, put the mixture into a food processor and combine on maximum speed. Pour into an armoured vehicle. Before baking in a very hot oven, spread a few additional words on top, such as sacrifice, hero, immortal, glory and fame, dotting them here and there to soften the surface.  

Place the dish in an oven, preheated to 500° F, and leave the country where it is cooking, collecting your loved ones and friends, photographs, books, scarves, sunglasses, and perfume. Don’t look back.

* If you have access to the black market, you can replace 10 thousand men with 1 nuclear warhead. Please, note that using a nuclear warhead will eliminate the need for any additional ingredients and further cooking procedures.

   

Personify an Object

Write a poem or a story in which you imagine you are an object. Write about how that object sees the world.

I Am

by Ahmad Alony

Whenever they look for a retreat after a long stressful day, they look for me, and they feel  comfortable as long as I’m with them, touching them. Every Friday dad, mom and the two kids would congregate around me, showing me their back as their brains absorbed new film scenes.  I’m well looked after every morning when mom pats me and shakes the dust off me, whilst placing me next to my other two companions. If the atmosphere in the living room is bright, the kids would jump on me, share recycled jokes and play their favorite fighting game, and mom and dad would share their favorite piña colada whilst talking about new undiscovered experiences with a Billie Holiday track filling the background. But when the atmosphere is dark, there are no playful  laughs, no toast of glasses, everything is dead. The curtains are shut. Young shouts are heard, mom being dragged to her room by her hair, the door slams and merciless beatings are heard. Screaming notes are heard that make the piña colada glasses vibrate. Dad comes out of the room whilst slamming the door behind him. He then heads to my direction, picks me up and repeatdly punches me to the point where my foamy insides are about to burst. My squared body is then thrown onto the wall and kicked off his sight. I have no say in this. The following morning I am back on there treat, but this time dad is alone. No laughs, just eight beer glasses on the table, and a gun next to me. Dad walks on the carpet, rests his back on me, places me between his gun and the side of his head, and shoots a whole right through me.

Peop Papers

by Mohammed Azme Khirallah

The world is being cruel to us. Why? Everyone uses us to do different things, and they don’t have a clue about the way we feel when they throw us in the garbage. Inessential! Yes we feel inessential. These people don’t know that every time they throw us in the garbage and run out of me; they go and kill our mothers. They destroy where we came from. There is no word that can describe the way we feel because this world made us forget how to feel, enjoy our life and be happy.  In contrast, a few people are trying to help where we came from and reuse us for good. They usually collect me and my siblings and gather us in one place and reproduce us and sell us to people. We don’t mind this type treatment as long as our relatives and mothers are safe. We love to help people since we were invented, but they also need to know that where we came from is more important than their business.

Wall

I stand there
watching,
listening in silence,
separating space
into worlds
while being part of them.
I may have a portal
that leads out of a space
into another,
or allow eyes to wander
out of my bounding presence
to what's beyond.
I can display whatever is hung on me.
Sometimes, in some places, I am transparent.

Keychain

Despite most of my days

spent in darkness,

people open up to me.

I live with my brothers and sisters.

We keep each other company.

With our pierced eyes,

we bare our teeth

and turn again toward darkness.

Write Something that Begins with My...

Write a poem or a story about a person. Each line should begin with My...

My Brother

by Ahmad Alony

My brother always ends up changing his mind whenever I am winning in an argument.

My brother and I love to spar in boxing, and he always floors me. My mother never finds out.

My brother is a year older than me, and he is still in high school.

My brother loves the automotive field, and plans on building his muscle car.

My brother and I love to cruise around the city with his Honda MR-V, whilst enjoying our favorite fruit cocktail.

My brother and I always end up playing a Call of Duty session together as soon as we both come home from school.

My brother and I love to play Memory Lane by NAS in the car whenever we are hyper.

My brother and I hate talking about politics because it always ends up turning into a verbal fight.

My brother and I have completely different tastes in clothing, he prefers black-everything, and I prefer Jeans and colorful tops.

My brother always copies me by running to the kitchen to make himself the same exact sandwich that he sees me eating.

My brother has sudden mood swings in the morning because he doesn’t sleep enough the night before.

My brother eats 3 fast food meals per week and never gains weight.

My brother always smells dishes that are new to him.

My brother likes to grow his hair to the point where his ears are not visible.

My brother got arrested once for fleeing the police with his car.

My brother and I shared an epiphany after watching the film Inception together.

What Have You Lost / Found

Write about what you have lost OR write about what you have found.

I lost my job at a bookstore.

I lost my job at a bookstore.

My boss thought I had taken money from the register.

I lost the address of my Big Blue Marble pen-pal in Malaysia.

I had written to her for many years,

And then not written to her for many years.

I lost many friends in the same way:

Aaron from Ridgewood Court,

Eric from the dorms at San Francisco State,

India from Oregon,

Michelle from Headlines.

I am lucky that I haven’t lost their names yet.

I have lost some of those.

I lost my prescription Ray-Bans with the red frames.

Someone took them out of my 1993 Honda Accord,

Which Angela had forgotten to lock.

I lost the chopsticks she bought me in the year of the sheep.

I told my son I lost the flags he had collected,

But I had thrown them away.

Write an Alphabet or "First Time" Story / Poem

Write a poem or a story in which each line begins with a letter of the alphabet. OR write a poem or story that describes the first time you did something. Try to capture all of your senses.

by Louis-A Thomas.

Among the stars in heaven,
Beautiful planets were born.
Colorful and shiny even.
Darkness is very stubborn,

Ephemeral entity of the night.
Fearless spirit there,
Gaze at the wonderful light.
Hovering the sun’s fair,

Incredible sight!

Junipers of the sky,
Knights of the empress,
Lovely? I can’t deny.

Milky Way shows her velvet dress. 

Neon dust fill this empty space,
Obscure, limitless, and cold.
Peace rules the place,
Quarrels are only for the bold.
Ravishing the mighty and eternal,
Sound galaxy of providence,
The “premium” solar system,
Unique,  glitters in silence.
Venus is the brightest planet above all.

What a marvelous show, when
X-rays from the  mother Sun,

Yellow or blue, every now and then

Zooms on the young planets awoken.