Alrighty Scribblers,
Shamelessly recycling last weeks assignment since no one (including me) did it.
Write a short narrative, you may NOT describe the central character only their situation, surroundings, and actions. You may not even tell us their name, use pronouns only to reference them. You can however be clever with this, by hinting and inferring details about the protagonist through their actions etc.
Happy Writing,
~ The Moderator ~
It's hot. Lay down. I smell something. Head up.
ReplyDeleteNot worth the trouble. Down again. Noise? Shadow?
No, nothing. Settling on my pillow. Groan.
Someone called. Get up. Walk over. Look up. Follow. Nothing happening. Back to bed. Pass a window; Look. Something is out there. Stare. Watch. Getting excited, anxious. Whimper. Low growl. Run back and forth from window to window for a better view. Go to leader. Please let me go? Chase is on my mind. Please? Go to door. Whimper. Out the door. Stop. Watch. It's gone. Where did it go?
Too hot. Let me in again? Drink some water. Lay down on cool floor with a groan. Soon will go to bed again--too tired to move right now.
Trapped, a prisoner in his own mind. Not a chained and tortured prisoner. He reveled in its security, its comfort. This cell his and his alone, he knew every nook and every well used memory, these thoughts that comprised the furniture and adornments of his mental jail. The bloody axe in the corner, gory from hacking at the tireless assault of impish temptations. Rows upon rows of steel boxes, ready to capture errant thoughts. The new prayer rug, already worn with frequent use. The shining hope, glowing in the center, a promise clung to, yet to be fulfilled. - Mr. Derek J.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the kicks. This morning, there were many of them, I tumbling in the wet grass and hurtling through air crowded with heat and the blaring of boys and bugs. The whistle barked more than usual, I thought, pair after pair of pulsing hands clutching me in dizzying succession. Not that I really cared; I am the center no matter where I go-- the spark at the heart of the firework. Miss Leah B.
ReplyDeleteHe shot across the parking lot chasing a roly poly puppy forgetting all the things he had been taught over the years. She screamed his name and ran helplessly toward the barreling truck, praying "Father, protect my little one." The puppy loped away in another direction. So he followed too. She heaved a sigh of relief and cried thankful tears to her great God who cares about little and big requests. She gathered up the stocky body and hugged him tightly. He looked up quizzically at her with big blue eyes and asked, "What's the matter?" --Mrs. Donna J.
ReplyDeleteYou use us everyday
ReplyDeleteTo grip, to smooth, to tickle.
And if you're getting hungry,
We might even grab a pickle.
~ Miss Deborah J.