The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words.
Write a short piece of fiction that includes the following:
a tomato
a bicycle wheel
dancing
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Write a short, non-fiction piece describing a room that you remember from your childhood.
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Back to some non-fiction – sort of. Write a short piece explaining how having an extra… Continue Reading
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. How about some dialogue this week? Write a short exchange, maximum 10-12 lines, that ends with… Continue Reading
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The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Post a short (250ish words) piece of fiction about a kid who can’t find something that… Continue Reading
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Post a short (250ish words) description of something you can see right now. Bonus points if… Continue Reading
Darryl H says: They comfort with a grasp, or a pat. Strong in a shake, they project confidence. They can do amazing things when found in great numbers. When words are not possible, they can get you the message, through a signal or a pen. Caesar could spare you or condemn you depending on which way he turned them. “Stop” “Peace” “ok” or “%^&%”, all possible.
We each have two, though I could always use more…my wife seems to have a dozen at times.
Mine are large and thick, but have few scars…a life without much physical labor my father would say. Oh well, I use my brain to earn my living, though I’d never get paid without them.
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. To mix things up a little, today we’re going to try a Western Haiku. A what… Continue Reading
Lori says: Title: Where is she
Sheila’s blinded by the sun
her brush lies
forgotten by the open door
Darrell says: Title: Balloon Ride
Up you float
The string did slip
My helium friend
Darrell says: Title: Tequila
Just one sip
Throat tingles
Wormy magic
Rhonda says: Title: Spring
The sunshine
gaining strength
fought the ice demons.
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Today we’re going to try some non-fiction, keep it to about 250-300 words. Our topic: I… Continue Reading
I hate when I get so caught up in the forest that I forget that it’s made of trees.
A lot of people say they say that they can’t see the forest for the trees, they get so overwhelmed with details that they lose the big picture. That rarely happens to me. I tend to see the big picture as one huge entity and I forget that it can be broken down into parts.
So I try to do it all at once, and that’s just impossible, like trying to get somewhere before leaving your house.
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Today we’re going to write a story, one line at a time. Please add your line… Continue Reading
Rhonda says: It didn’t help that I gave the last cookie to the crying, shaking and fist pounding, temper tantrum delivery boy which is Denny!
But that’s okay; tomorrow is Saturday, and Saturday means we get the weekend newspaper, and the weekend newspaper means Denny is making a stop at our house in the morning–and I’m more than ready for him.
Lori says: This week the chocolate chip cookies have tiny shavings of nuts, and we all know about Denny and nuts.
The weekly writing challenge is supposed to get you thinking, and to get you writing. It doesn’t have to be brilliant, and you can post under a pseudonym if you want/need to. Let’s just have some fun with words. Your challenge for today: Post a piece of fiction, 250 words or less, including the following… Continue Reading
Rhonda says: Sometimes, on dark nights, after a long day of hating my job and suffering through the paper work laden with demands and wants, I simply lay on the couch sideways and turn into a vegetable. I submerge myself under blankets which protect me against the everyday gloom; they surround me with warm and fuzzy, blah inducing, comfort. The narrow openings of my eyes allow me to see only what is meant to be seen and nothing more. The drone of the TV and the blur of images are no more exciting than the bored passer bys from earlier in my day. One ear pushed into the pillow and muffled by cotton allows me to only hear half the story I am watching. So what if my motive for faking death on my couch is a stubborn attempt to show others that my real life is much the same as this state? I am always simply a vegetable waiting to be chosen for the stew of society. But on this night full of stars and wind, I’ll just bask in the glare of TV zombies and poorly scripted relationships. This potato is not ready to be part of the stew. Maybe I’ll peel my skin and present myself shiny and new in the morning.
I cheated a little, using submerged instead of submerge, but it reads better that way. Feel free to change tenses or pluralize as necessary. (It’s about the FUN after all!)
Liz ran down the narrow alleyway, her footsteps echoing through the brick corridor. That guy had been chasing her since Fifth Street and at first she had been scared, but the fear was now submerged beneath a concern about the pain in her feet. She was going to have to start wearing her sneakers when she went out detecting.
She never would have gotten into this mess if she had just accepted that she had found out the means and opportunity for the murder, and that that was enough to bring to the police. But oh, no, she had to go searching for motive too. And that led to being chased through the city by some thug in a cheap leather jacket.
Submerged
There was no motive. Jesse clung to that.
The lane was narrow. The turn was sharp. It was an accident. They’d found the car at mid-morning, half submerged in an ice-covered pond. The rear end stuck out neatly, as if it’d been going for a clean dive. His wife had never made it out. Rescue workers found her buckled in the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel.
Once the police had finished their business and the tow truck had come and gone with the waterlogged car and the ambulance had taken his wife’s body away, Jesse followed the overrun tire tracks to the pond’s edge. Stood there, gaping at the sizable hole in the ice, the cold water lying so still, so dark.
He remembered her as she was early that morning. Laughing with him, giving his butt a swat when he’d said something particularly lecherous. Eating breakfast with the kids, telling them not to be late for the bus. The smile she gave Jesse as was leaving for work. It was a good start to the day, he’d thought. She’d looked so happy, so contented. Things had been going well.
The mouth of that hole in the ice yawned before him. The water was so black. He didn’t dare touch it, didn’t want to know how deathly cold it was.
An accident. It had to be.
Lori says: I was waiting for her to finish her tirade, struggling to stay afloat in the criticism that was flooding the office. I glanced out the window at the narrow strip of blue sky visible just over the top of the tower next door, imagining that soon I would be bobbing against the ceiling, pressing my nose against the glass, trying to get air. She asked about my motive for behaving as I did, but didn’t pause long enough for me to answer before she launched in again. We had been here before, Wendy reaming me out because her boyfriend had dumped her or her period was bad, and me standing and taking it, the tides of her need rising around my knees. Soon I would be submerged again and it would take the whole weekend for me to get to the point where I could come back on Monday. My roommate Jennifer provided the dvds and ice cream, but Rod, my boyfriend had gone from sympathy to irritation that I put up with it.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I turned away from her. Her words were muffled now. I made my way, slowly, pushing with everything I had to get to that door, to get to the surface and breath.
Lori – you write frustration and tension so clearly. Nice!
I love how we’re all going in different directions with this.
Rhonda says: I love this idea guys and girls! So much fun to see what people do with random words. Awesome! So far I love all the stories coming out!
Glad you’re enjoying it, Rhonda! We’ll be having a writing challenge every Friday from now on, so be sure to check back.
Oh and anyone should feel free to suggest an idea for a writing challenge.
aamp says: Thanks, everyone. Please come back next week when we’ll be writing a story one line at a time.
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Do you people have a twitter fan page for Friday Writing Challenge #10 | Association for the Arts in Mount Pearl? I looked for one online but couldn’t find one, I’d really like to become a follower!
great post! nice job
There is a link to our twitter feed on the web site first page upper right corner. http://Www.aamp.ca.
Outstanding piece, thanks for sharing!