Writing Assinment: 5 min write, 5 min rewrite

Story by reissalvin1998 on SoFurry

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#1 of Writing Assignment

So I bought a book on writing assignments that will help me refining my writing skill. It's called "Writing assignment" by Randy Murray. You should totally check that out. The book basically has assignments for you to write and practice. I found it very interesting and fun so I post them here for you guys to read and comment (also part of the book assignment too :D). So again and always, comments are greatly appreciated. Ratings and favs are as great as well! Thanks for checking by!


ASSIGMENT: SET THE TIMER AND WRITE FOR 2 MINUTES ABOUT YOUT CURRENT LOCATION, THEN SPEND THE NEXT 5 MINUTES REWRITING AND EDITTING

Draft:

It's almost 11:30 PM here in my room and I'm tired as hell. My eyes are dried and sleepy, and looking the surrounding is harsh. Here typing words on my laptop, which is on my wooden desk sits behind the half curtained window, I observe the room ive been growing up with. With money, stacks of printed paper lie disorderly, and a few stuff a teenager could possible dumping on his table. To my right is a wooden shelves. It doesn't pack books or references, but stuffed animal and toys from my childhood so I can turn to my right and relax my mind. Behind the my current black seat is my bed, which it was my grandparents until they didn't tit anymore and I needed a bigger bed, with new DVDs and used shirts and pajamas.

Final:

It's almost 11:30 pm here in my beloved room and I'm tired as hell. My eyes are dried and sleepy, and looking at the laptop screen is painful. The old wooden brown desk that my laptop is on and I'm sitting at is very useful, with a lamp on the top left corner, some changes and stacks of printed paper, plus another few things you could find a teenager dumping on his table. I look to my relaxing wooden, brown shelves on my right that pack my old toys and stuff animals, trophies and medals I've collected throughout my childhood. I just rather jump on the bed behind my black leathered chair than looking at the shelves that pain my eyes. It is a wide bed, with new DVDs and used shirts and pajamas, that my grandparents gave me when they didn't it anymore and I needed a bigger bed. So I used it as mine. Hell it's a luxury old thing.