Using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go 'oh! i'm a writer!'. beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

DAY 1 : Beginning.

It was the most beautiful sunrise he'd ever seen. Spreading his arms out, lying back into the slightly damp grass, he watched as the sun climbed higher and higher in the wide sky. It chased away the demons of the night, the dark thoughts and all of the stress which had come with the perspective on another try at passing his CPL. The 7th time. His curly hair fell down into the grass, and he felt some straws tickle his neck, as he ruffled around. It seemed a dream. Maybe today would finally be the day he passed?

Normally, he'd be sad and stressed. But, right now, in that instant, Martin was happy. It was probably because he was tired - there were two dark half circles under his eyes, contrasting with the colourful freckles on his cheeks. He thought about last time he'd seen such a sunrise: he couldn't remember it. He'd seen many, stayed up studying the entire night, only to see, from the corner of his eye, the giant fireball come forth and chase away the night. But this time, it was different.

Pushing himself upright, he looked around. There was nobody around him, everybody was at home, still sleeping or getting ready for work. He'd gone outside after closing his book for the last time that night, after realising that he would be unable to sleep anyway. The trees were glistening with single drops, the grass felt soft. Like a natural green pillow. It was with great regret that he got up, and said farewell to the park.

He had to get ready for the exam. He'd even asked a really nice little old lady in the building on some breathing exercises. She'd been a nurse, and helped many women give birth, she'd told him, and the secret was the breathing. Martin knew that he wasn't just about to give birth - lord no! - but the breathing exercises had indeed helped him. He felt ready for the challenge, and strangely serene.

Stepping into his little room, he gazed around. It was a terrible mess. Resembling the room of a high school student, with paper and drawings everywhere, books in piles around the room, even one under his pillow. His t-shirt had gotten wet from lying in the grass, so he pulled it off, and nonchalantly threw it on top of the rest of his dirty clothes - he would do the laundry sometime eventually. Walking into the bathroom, he pulled a towel out of a cupboard - making some others fall out in the process - and pulled off his pants, before walking into the shower.

The water would wash away all the stress from the night before. He was confident this time: he knew that he was going to pass. He didn't care what the world thought of him right this moment. It was him, and his chance to change his fate. 6 failures. But no more than that. Today will be the day his world begins anew.