Caleb Jacobo My Thoughts and Creative Writing

AuthorCaleb Jacobo

I'm a creative business leader and writer working out of Massachusetts.

Here is a prompt on 'last words'.

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Prompt: Last words? – “Shut it!” The goon said tearing him down to his knees. Charlie felt his knee cap shift too far and tear with his jeans against the cold concrete floor of the garage. “Jesus Christ!” Charlie said involuntarily in one loud monosyllabic phrase. “No, man, my daughter is a month old man, her mom is dead!” “I said shuddit!”...

Here is a prompt with a little symbolism.

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Here is a one-word prompt for this evening. – Prompt: Foliage – The men were gone. The paleface men who came to mock our homes and put an American price tag on our way of life. I was in the hills that morning, holding heated confrontations with the men that would only ever happen in my head. The sun was climbing the sky and washing his nurturing light across the land. The bushes...

Thank you for the prompt idea Edan Ben-Moshe!

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Here is a one-word prompt based off of Edan Ben-Moshe’s suggestion on my Facebook page. Enjoy! — Prompt: Ennui — “This is marvelous,” Green’s wife said. “Darling, isn’t this just marvelous?” She was dressed in elbow-length gloves and a jeweled, green dress, and matching pumps. “Indeed Mister Marvalo,” Green said, coming to the urgent looks he received from his wife. Green was...

Greek Tragedies and the Definition of Art? … Okay, I'm in.

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New lecture on Greek Tragedies: New article on the definition of true art: Hello, this is Caleb Jacobo again with the third lecture in a series that will attempt to give context to some of the great works of literature that I have found to be vital to my studies. I will say it again, I am no expert in literature and I have no degree to speak of, but I am a literature enthusiast and I understand...

Here is my first Poetry exercise, I hope you enjoy!

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Today I took a break from my novel to refresh my mind with other projects. One of the exercises I did was a poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy. — I awoke to fresh images Of my mind’s stubborn attempt at Creating her again for me But mine’s a mind and nothing more   Those false and fickle images Never ring true absolutely Her golden hair is there, but wrong Here eyes are a poor...

Here is my second nonfiction exercise.

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Hello you, I believe that a writer should practice all genres of writing. I like to think of it like singing and genres are your singing ‘range.’ One must practice the high notes as well as the low notes, so that you have more options available to you when you sing. Writing is the same way; especially for longer pieces that require a very real communication with the reader. Any-who...

Day 42 – The Search For Survivors Continues

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September 22 This is officer Raleigh, High Deputy of the Riverside Wastelands. Today’s date is September 22. We haven’t met a single survivor yet. All of Riverside is a smoldering coal, a Polaroid that captured the final moment of the citizens of Riverside. Even their shadows were captured, burned black into the sidewalks and homes. We have taken to burning the remains of the dead we...

Caleb Jacobo My Thoughts and Creative Writing