I woke up this morning to an unexpected and delightful cr...
I woke up this morning to an unexpected and delightful creative writing contest on Janet Reid's website.
Here are the directions:
"Sounds like PANIC to me" Writing Contest!
There are two kinds of people in NYC today: those who are panicking about the incoming storm, and those of us annoyed by the hysteria. To give everyone something else to think about for a couple days, let's have a writing contest! The prize is a good one: THE CUT by George Pelecanos. (It's f/ing AMAZING!!) Rules for the contest are a little different this time.
Write a story using 150 words or fewer (note the word count change from the usual 100). Use at least three sets of homonyms (words that sound the same) from the list below...
Out of respect for Mother Nature and Irene, as she approaches, I wrote this micro-story:
from here
She stood on the pier and faced thesea that whipped its fury against her cheeks. She would not budge, whetherhurricane or whale lunge for her, or the indignant weather leave its waleacross her flesh. She wailed. Thrust her fist in the air and cried "Whore!"to the sea that had devoured him.
Her fisher, who three days ago had leftthis pier and his hook in her heart, and was swallowed by his bride-sea.
A fissure in her heart widened, butshe reined the two halves together. The sea would not reign her, would not strikean oar across her shaking calves and send her tumbling into the violent, black-oredepths.
"You have his flesh," she shouted intothe deafening rain. "But I have his soul. It was me he gazed at when you pulledhim down to your cold bed. Behind his eyelids, it was me."
150 words exactly. That was a fun and challenging exercise. Visit Janet's blog to read more of the entries in the comment boxes and to add your own. Contest ends tomorrow (Sunday)!
Leave a comment here for me if you enter the contest so I can go read your story, too!
Here are the directions:
"Sounds like PANIC to me" Writing Contest!
There are two kinds of people in NYC today: those who are panicking about the incoming storm, and those of us annoyed by the hysteria. To give everyone something else to think about for a couple days, let's have a writing contest! The prize is a good one: THE CUT by George Pelecanos. (It's f/ing AMAZING!!) Rules for the contest are a little different this time.
Write a story using 150 words or fewer (note the word count change from the usual 100). Use at least three sets of homonyms (words that sound the same) from the list below...
Out of respect for Mother Nature and Irene, as she approaches, I wrote this micro-story:

She stood on the pier and faced thesea that whipped its fury against her cheeks. She would not budge, whetherhurricane or whale lunge for her, or the indignant weather leave its waleacross her flesh. She wailed. Thrust her fist in the air and cried "Whore!"to the sea that had devoured him.
Her fisher, who three days ago had leftthis pier and his hook in her heart, and was swallowed by his bride-sea.
A fissure in her heart widened, butshe reined the two halves together. The sea would not reign her, would not strikean oar across her shaking calves and send her tumbling into the violent, black-oredepths.
"You have his flesh," she shouted intothe deafening rain. "But I have his soul. It was me he gazed at when you pulledhim down to your cold bed. Behind his eyelids, it was me."
150 words exactly. That was a fun and challenging exercise. Visit Janet's blog to read more of the entries in the comment boxes and to add your own. Contest ends tomorrow (Sunday)!
Leave a comment here for me if you enter the contest so I can go read your story, too!
Published on August 27, 2011 08:54
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