I know we have the 100 WC but there is no such thing as too much writing. In this game we find some kind of picture, or qoute, or anything, and challenge someone to write a piece based on it. They chose what form and length, you choose picture.
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Noo love. She changed her name, I mean I challenged B.
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Whatever you wanna do You don't even have to use the words if you don't want. It's just inspiration.
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Post by limebirdwriters on Oct 29, 2012 11:05:03 GMT
OK, I'm going to use: "We gladly feast on those who would subdue us." as inspiration for my 100 word story.
Mr Jingles heard the snap from the trap echo up to their room and he rubbed his paws with glee. “We’ve got im’ Squeaks!” He nudged the latch and scuttled out of the cage door, down to where the fat puss lay captured, having fallen for the bait.
Their owners were sleeping soundly so they had plenty of time to complete their master plan. They circled him wildly, as the cat snarled angrily at them. “I’ll get you you little furrballs. Let me out of here.”
“I don’t think so Tibbles.” Mr Jingles retorted. “We’ll be feasting tonight boys” The mouse crew cheered.
Loved your story, Beth. Made me chuckle, although I do feel sorry for Mr. Tibbles. You had some metre going at the beginning and it felt like a poem. Great stuff!
OK, let's have a crack at yours...
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It’s sick, what they did. You’d think with only two of us left we’d get more respect. But the humans would do anything to get a cheap shot for their picture cards.
Granted, we get fed, and a bed inside. But this is no life – our roaming luscious green bamboo replaced by concrete walls and wire, and ten thousand gawping strangers watching everything we do.
They had delivered our meal not in a bowl, or even on the ground in easy reach, but ten feet up on a ledge.
Oh wow both stories are so cute. I love that picture Writers, how did you find that board? --
We smiled. The city was ours. There would only be enough residual electricity to power the lights for a little while, but none of that mattered right then. I smiled at the boy beside me. He was my world. My whole world. He looked off into the distance. I let my smile grow broader, to hide the sadness. In this dead world, I still wasn't his.
Snow fell on us. But we knew it wasn't snow, it was ash from the shuttles falling.
The war broke us all.
But we have this whole world now, to make in our own image. It will be filled with beautiful sadness. The only kind of beauty worth anything.
-- I challenge Loupy with the picture I tagged her in on Facebook. I can't find it online anymore. If you don't see it I'll send you a link.
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"I said get your bag, he'll be here any minute to get us!" I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I flicked the light off after I was satisfied with the amount of shine I was getting from my lip gloss. Let's face it, I'm hot!
"Get a move on!" I yelled again. Still no reply. "Ugh come on what are you doing in there he's supposed to be here to get us....2 minutes ago!"
I looked up and saw his beautiful brown eyes staring at me through my screen door. He came in when I motioned him.
"Sorry, just a minute. I don't know what is taking so long!" I gave him a quick hug.
"What do you mean? You look great, lets just go now."
I stomped my foot, "Ugh seriously what is taking you? Get your butt out here! He's here!" I yelled.
Finally, my roommate came out of her room. Perfectly groomed main, as always. I'm so jealous of her sometimes!
"Miss Scamper Britches, meet Brandon. Brandon, meet Miss Scamper Britches. You can call her Miss for short. Ok, we're ready now." I said, scooping her up and putting her in my bag.
"Wait, you can't take the cat to the movies." Brandon grabbed my bag.
"What do you mean, cat? I don't own a cat." I giggled as I grabbed my bag back. "This is my roommate. We met in college."
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Thank you! I love crazy too --- I feel like I can relate to it LOL
Me too! DENNNIISSS POST YOUR STORY
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