Drifting Away: Third Campaigner Challenge
RachaelHarrie's Third Campaigner Challenge as part of the Author Platform BuildingCampaign:
Write a blog post in 300words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whetherflash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog postshould show:· thatit's morning, · thata man or a woman (or both) is at the beach · thatthe MC (main character) is bored · thatsomething stinks behind where he/she is sitting · thatsomething surprising happens. Just for fun, see if you can involve all fivesenses AND include these random words: "synbatec,""wastopaneer," and "tacise." (NB. these words arecompletely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the oneyou give them).*****DriftingAwayThe sun began to creep from its hiding place, warming the sand beneath her toes. She spread her fingers through thegrains, moving past her bare legs to begin shifting sand over one foot and thenanother. Creamy vanilla and caramel colors swirled with the teals, greens, andblues of the waves moving just ahead of her.
Such synbatec beauty couldn't stop the yawn from escapingher dry lips. Full shopping bags awaited her in the room, thecredit card he gave her maxed out. She reached for her water, the cool liquid easing down herthroat. A deep sigh followed.Paul motioned for the waiter just before the cell phone went off again. "It's Miss Raphine. I have to take this," hewhispered and walked away. Why had she come? He said they'd get away, focus oneach other. With each tacise lie, pieces of the relationship broke away. She closed her eyes and melted into the cocoon ofthe expensive towel. A wave of nausea rose as thescent of bacon and wastopaneer drifted toward her. He knew she hated both, they argued about it lastweek before boarding the airplane. Her head fell to the side, her eyes drifting open.She saw children she'd never have running down the beach, a man and womantrying to keep up. An old couple sat in chairs under an umbrella watching thefun. The shutdown began, like the spin cycle of a washingmachine… slowing, slowing. The orange bottle was empty beside her. The smallpills once inside it were working their magic, easing her load. Her breathingbegan to slow, and peace came.*****I found this challenge extremely difficult, but awonderful exercise to practice show-don't-tell. If you enjoyed my piece, pleasestop by RachWrites… and vote for me, #118. Please take a few minutes to read some of the other wonderful pieces and vote for your favorites.
Write a blog post in 300words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whetherflash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog postshould show:· thatit's morning, · thata man or a woman (or both) is at the beach · thatthe MC (main character) is bored · thatsomething stinks behind where he/she is sitting · thatsomething surprising happens. Just for fun, see if you can involve all fivesenses AND include these random words: "synbatec,""wastopaneer," and "tacise." (NB. these words arecompletely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the oneyou give them).*****DriftingAwayThe sun began to creep from its hiding place, warming the sand beneath her toes. She spread her fingers through thegrains, moving past her bare legs to begin shifting sand over one foot and thenanother. Creamy vanilla and caramel colors swirled with the teals, greens, andblues of the waves moving just ahead of her.
Such synbatec beauty couldn't stop the yawn from escapingher dry lips. Full shopping bags awaited her in the room, thecredit card he gave her maxed out. She reached for her water, the cool liquid easing down herthroat. A deep sigh followed.Paul motioned for the waiter just before the cell phone went off again. "It's Miss Raphine. I have to take this," hewhispered and walked away. Why had she come? He said they'd get away, focus oneach other. With each tacise lie, pieces of the relationship broke away. She closed her eyes and melted into the cocoon ofthe expensive towel. A wave of nausea rose as thescent of bacon and wastopaneer drifted toward her. He knew she hated both, they argued about it lastweek before boarding the airplane. Her head fell to the side, her eyes drifting open.She saw children she'd never have running down the beach, a man and womantrying to keep up. An old couple sat in chairs under an umbrella watching thefun. The shutdown began, like the spin cycle of a washingmachine… slowing, slowing. The orange bottle was empty beside her. The smallpills once inside it were working their magic, easing her load. Her breathingbegan to slow, and peace came.*****I found this challenge extremely difficult, but awonderful exercise to practice show-don't-tell. If you enjoyed my piece, pleasestop by RachWrites… and vote for me, #118. Please take a few minutes to read some of the other wonderful pieces and vote for your favorites.
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