Writing Challenge - Days 18 & 19
To all who are reading this,
Today, we have two pieces of fiction from the Writing Challenge, since last night I was unable to post.
So, enjoy!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 17. - LIPS
Her black painted lips purse as the idea formulates in her mind. This is something she has wanted to do for years, and she will accomplish this crazy idea of hers if its the last thing she does. An Ouija board is going to be the perfect Halloween present to herself. She calls her friends Nathalie, Emma and Dale, and they agree to it. Her house. They'll be over for films and pizza like normal, but this time it will be different.
On the twenty-ninth of October she finishes decorating her house. Her light purple painted lips grin in triumph. She has masqueraded the front with odd shaped pumpkins and lanterns. Creepy straw mannequins are embedded in her front garden, along with a makeshift gravestone. Two stuffed ravens from a taxidermists are perched on the eaves of the porch - one is called Edgar, one is called Lenore. The house is fit to bursting with barrels of sweets and chocolates that are already being discounted before the prices shoot back up for Bonfire Night. She got weird looks at the supermarket checkouts, but it's never fazed her in the slightest.
On the thirtieth of October, commonly known as Devil's Night, her lips are painted a rich red. Her tongue pokes out, as she puts the finishing touches to her costume. She sits in her living room, occasionally eating potato sticks from a bowl, whilst she fashions the ribbons from velvet and stitches them to the dress. She is excited for her costume and she can only hope others will appreciate it too. The gang all have theirs planned too.
Nathalie is coming as Freddy Krueger. She has crafted the blade fingers from a substance called worbla, and attached it to an old leather glove. It has taken her months of attempts, but finally it is ready.
Emma is coming as Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. She has stitched the material for the entire costume and has been planning the make-up for weeks.
Dale is coming as a zombie. Plain and simple.
On the thirty-first, at six o'clock, she is ready to begin. Her black hair has been curled and pinned up into ponytails. Her white is white as porcelain, with dark eyes and long lashes. Her lips are painted a crude pink, to match the dress. She is the perfect image of a China doll. Her friends arrive, and they open the wine. They order, and then consume pizza in copious amounts whilst watching horror movies.
At twelve, she pulls the Ouija board toward her from under the sofa. It's been passed down from generations, but she has never used it. Tonight is the night. She takes off the lid and a white powder rises and sets in the air. The lights go out. They scream.
Nathalie, Emma and Dale fight their way out of the house, crying for help. They are scared. Something has happened for their beautiful artistic, Gothic friend, is no longer alive. She is now the helpless doll that she had been dressed as.
Her lips are open in fright, still a gaudy shade of pink.
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TOO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 19. - SUMMER
Lisa was sprawled on the sun lounger in the back garden, letting the sun tan her skin. She had been sent a free sample of sun lotion from a beauty company, and she would write a review of it shortly for the women's magazine she wrote for. Her editor was expecting lots of articles focused on things to do in the summer Where to take your children if you had them. Cheap and fun free days. The best body care products. The diets that worked, and did not work so well.
The only problem that Lisa was facing, as she idly tapped her fingernails on the side of her work netbook, was that her brain felt like mush. The words didn't want to come out, and it was torture working when the day was so bright and beautiful. She couldn't imagine being in an office on a day like today.
"Sod it." She shut down her laptop, packed it into the bag, and locked it in the kitchen, like usual. She took up her handbag, slipped her sandals back on, and decided to take a long walk around town. Maybe stop off for a cheeky drink if her local wasn't busy with kids only just old enough to drink.
She stood outside her gate. She loved living in England. The sun shone beautifully, when it wasn't chucking it down with rain. Kids roamed past her with their parents, some on scooters and bikes. Little girls were in pretty dresses and jelly shoes, whereas the boys wore colourful character shirts and grubby shorts. Footballs would be tucked under arms as they trotted along, desperate for an ice-cream or a lolly pop.
She continued on, cutting through the park. There was fresh cut grass that smelt great, whilst more children played. There were skipping ropes, hula hoops, more ball games than enough, roller blades, skateboards and BMX bikes. The climbing frames, swings, see-saws and slides had queues, they were that busy!
And then - she knew what to write. Turning on her heel, she hurried on home, tapping on her phone all the notes she had for her first article of the summer. She was going to try and bring back the fun she had experienced as a child and a teen. What the kids of today were still enjoying!
It was a refreshing sight for a summer's day.
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (20114)
Currently reading: A Feast for Crows by George R. R. Martin
Today, we have two pieces of fiction from the Writing Challenge, since last night I was unable to post.
So, enjoy!
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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JUNE PROMPTS YOU TO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 17. - LIPS
Her black painted lips purse as the idea formulates in her mind. This is something she has wanted to do for years, and she will accomplish this crazy idea of hers if its the last thing she does. An Ouija board is going to be the perfect Halloween present to herself. She calls her friends Nathalie, Emma and Dale, and they agree to it. Her house. They'll be over for films and pizza like normal, but this time it will be different.
On the twenty-ninth of October she finishes decorating her house. Her light purple painted lips grin in triumph. She has masqueraded the front with odd shaped pumpkins and lanterns. Creepy straw mannequins are embedded in her front garden, along with a makeshift gravestone. Two stuffed ravens from a taxidermists are perched on the eaves of the porch - one is called Edgar, one is called Lenore. The house is fit to bursting with barrels of sweets and chocolates that are already being discounted before the prices shoot back up for Bonfire Night. She got weird looks at the supermarket checkouts, but it's never fazed her in the slightest.
On the thirtieth of October, commonly known as Devil's Night, her lips are painted a rich red. Her tongue pokes out, as she puts the finishing touches to her costume. She sits in her living room, occasionally eating potato sticks from a bowl, whilst she fashions the ribbons from velvet and stitches them to the dress. She is excited for her costume and she can only hope others will appreciate it too. The gang all have theirs planned too.
Nathalie is coming as Freddy Krueger. She has crafted the blade fingers from a substance called worbla, and attached it to an old leather glove. It has taken her months of attempts, but finally it is ready.
Emma is coming as Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. She has stitched the material for the entire costume and has been planning the make-up for weeks.
Dale is coming as a zombie. Plain and simple.
On the thirty-first, at six o'clock, she is ready to begin. Her black hair has been curled and pinned up into ponytails. Her white is white as porcelain, with dark eyes and long lashes. Her lips are painted a crude pink, to match the dress. She is the perfect image of a China doll. Her friends arrive, and they open the wine. They order, and then consume pizza in copious amounts whilst watching horror movies.
At twelve, she pulls the Ouija board toward her from under the sofa. It's been passed down from generations, but she has never used it. Tonight is the night. She takes off the lid and a white powder rises and sets in the air. The lights go out. They scream.
Nathalie, Emma and Dale fight their way out of the house, crying for help. They are scared. Something has happened for their beautiful artistic, Gothic friend, is no longer alive. She is now the helpless doll that she had been dressed as.
Her lips are open in fright, still a gaudy shade of pink.
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (2014)
JUNE PROMPTS YOU TOO... WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 19. - SUMMER
Lisa was sprawled on the sun lounger in the back garden, letting the sun tan her skin. She had been sent a free sample of sun lotion from a beauty company, and she would write a review of it shortly for the women's magazine she wrote for. Her editor was expecting lots of articles focused on things to do in the summer Where to take your children if you had them. Cheap and fun free days. The best body care products. The diets that worked, and did not work so well.
The only problem that Lisa was facing, as she idly tapped her fingernails on the side of her work netbook, was that her brain felt like mush. The words didn't want to come out, and it was torture working when the day was so bright and beautiful. She couldn't imagine being in an office on a day like today.
"Sod it." She shut down her laptop, packed it into the bag, and locked it in the kitchen, like usual. She took up her handbag, slipped her sandals back on, and decided to take a long walk around town. Maybe stop off for a cheeky drink if her local wasn't busy with kids only just old enough to drink.
She stood outside her gate. She loved living in England. The sun shone beautifully, when it wasn't chucking it down with rain. Kids roamed past her with their parents, some on scooters and bikes. Little girls were in pretty dresses and jelly shoes, whereas the boys wore colourful character shirts and grubby shorts. Footballs would be tucked under arms as they trotted along, desperate for an ice-cream or a lolly pop.
She continued on, cutting through the park. There was fresh cut grass that smelt great, whilst more children played. There were skipping ropes, hula hoops, more ball games than enough, roller blades, skateboards and BMX bikes. The climbing frames, swings, see-saws and slides had queues, they were that busy!
And then - she knew what to write. Turning on her heel, she hurried on home, tapping on her phone all the notes she had for her first article of the summer. She was going to try and bring back the fun she had experienced as a child and a teen. What the kids of today were still enjoying!
It was a refreshing sight for a summer's day.
COPYRIGHT - ZOE ADAMS (20114)
Currently reading: A Feast for Crows by George R. R. Martin
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