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1. 17 Jun 2012 20:04 | ||
With ThinkWrite Challenge 87, it returned here to the forums on ThinkDraw after a hiatus on its own site. A big thanks to ladyhwin for passing the torch to me for TW 88. |
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2. 18 Jun 2012 04:59 | ||
Thanks for the explanation midnightpoet. You writers are so talented and I am glad TW is back here. I am enjoying your stories and while I don't think I write well enough to enter the challenge, I do have a question. Can the words you have chosen be used in any tense I want and also in other forms of the word? For example would glittering or anxiously be acceptable, or do they have to be used just as you have written them. |
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3. 18 Jun 2012 05:00 | ||
? Thanks. |
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4. 18 Jun 2012 05:42 | ||
Sometimes the torchbearer will specify that the words need to be exactly as they are given in the list - but for this, any tense or form is acceptable, as long as it is still the same root word. Hope to see you write something! ^_^ |
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5. 18 Jun 2012 09:20 | ||
Last wisps of a rainbow fade in the east window. Like Elizabeth’s smile, fading out. Dusk descends, dark silence deepens over my dusty attic room. I have to get out of here, even with nowhere to go, nowhere at all. Ah, those two pound coins I set aside to feed the electric meter. They’ll buy a pint, perhaps alleviate this pensive, anxious state of mind for a while, who needs light anyway. Can’t go out like this, though. No clean laundry, but the stink might have evaporated somewhat from the socks at the bottom of the pile. Ah, the good gray woolen socks Elizabeth gave me on our first Christmas together, and then kept darning and darning over the years. Hold them. Inhale her love. Involuntary glance at the dark corner where she dries quietly and wonder again if I should dust her off and shine her up a bit. Not too much. She wouldn’t want to glitter, never looked cheap or flash, just enough oil to dampen a rag, a light touch, very gentle, take care not to crush her delicate skin. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, why, why, why. And why of all things a scorpion, not a razor, noose or pills. So out of character. I was writing at the time, concentrating, didn’t notice until she was gasping her last breath. Distracted, all I could feel was chagrin, and tried to stay focused on the task at hand, a letter to the council analyzing the deficiencies in their care and feeding of street trees. But it was a losing struggle, and shortly before dawn I admitted defeat, moved Elizabeth to the corner, and fell into an uneasy sleep. And so it’s been ever since, never quite awake never quite asleep, days nights years crawl past. A pint will help. Oh my God, now my shoelace breaks, tail lying limp in my fingers like a drowned worm. Can’t go out now. Finish the letter then, go to the postbox barefoot, midnight, nobody will see. Wait, wear the wool socks. Yes. Walk softly in her love. |
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6. 18 Jun 2012 14:52 | ||
Wow Chelydra, wish we could vote on the writing. That was very eerie and well written. |
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7. 18 Jun 2012 15:03 | ||
Chelydra, you captured me from the first line and your words carried me through the story easily and gracefully. Beautiful and sad. |
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8. 18 Jun 2012 16:37 | ||
Cheldrya, That was excellent. I loved it. |
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9. 18 Jun 2012 17:18 | ||
Thanks, all. |
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10. 19 Jun 2012 00:06 | ||
wow Chelydra, I have been deeply taken into this little but intense story, it is like moving in a darkish old oil painting, I've been touched by the human solitude and desperation. |
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11. 19 Jun 2012 23:00 | ||
If you substitute a beautiful sad little mummified frog for Elizabeth, or maybe the even sadder baby pigeon skeleton that turned up later... it's a pretty straight autobiographical sketch... I know how the pigeon got here, becuase pigeon sneak in and lay eggs in corners of my attic room... the frog, I have no idea (on the fourth floor overlooking a busy street, no less)... I thought while writing that it was fiction, then remembered I too have dead bodies in dark corners of my attic... This is probably one of those "TMI" messages I'll wish I hadn't sent, so I'd better send it quick before I think better of it... |
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12. 19 Jun 2012 23:04 | ||
Somebody else better send in a contribution quick... I feel like when my name got called first and I had to stand alone on a grade school stage for a while in front of 200 kids before the rest of the class joined me... Please hurry! Thanks |
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13. 20 Jun 2012 05:53 | ||
At least you look awesome while standing up there alone. ^_^ |
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14. 20 Jun 2012 12:09 | ||
Secrets in the Trees |
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15. 21 Jun 2012 18:35 | ||
Ooooo! Nice list Midnight! Both the stories so far are very good. I will try to get something written as soon as I can, but I am going to be out of town this weekend so we will see how that goes. |
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16. 21 Jun 2012 19:29 | ||
I will likewise be out of town this weekend - I hope to see lots more stories when I get back! |
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17. 23 Jun 2012 07:24 | ||
Well.. I don't think I can touch either of the first two offerings from chelydra and midnight, but I shall proffer my own in the hope that it will persuade others to throw something in as well - I REALLY am glad that ThinkWrite has returned |
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18. 23 Jun 2012 09:29 | ||
So she walks into the ThinkWrite Snooker Emporium, kinda slouching and with an apologetic little smile so as we can't possibly take her seriously, like she's gonna flub half her shots... Trying not to be too obviously smirking and salivating, we place our bets... And then... |
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19. 23 Jun 2012 11:49 | ||
... don't ever underestimate marg. A good, gripping opening to what could develop into a novel. |
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20. 24 Jun 2012 04:15 | ||
Chelydra, you started so seriously and the dread crept in slowly, but when you decided to 'dust' the corpse ... well, I'm still helpless with laughter. |