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message 1: by Amy (last edited Oct 27, 2012 08:30AM) (new)

Amy (amy_bookworm) | 504 comments You know the drill guys. You've got til' the first Sunday in November to have the fires of your imagination ignited... Will your imagination give you a roaring fire, or a dwindling flame? The picture for this competition is (it's one I made myself!)...

Name

What could you get from that? Info on your name? When you last wrote your name? Fictional, or non-fiction. Third, second or first person. It's all up to you!

Surprise me! Please? (:

Entries will not to be judged if they are given on the 5th or later, there should be a new one by then!


message 2: by Pirl (new)

Pirl (pirlismyname) Hm... I'll have to think about this one...


message 3: by Amy (new)

Amy (amy_bookworm) | 504 comments If you guys really can't think- I can tell you what I thought, if it were, I'd write about ;) But you know, you have plenty of time XD


message 4: by Carolyn (new)

Carolyn (carly1967) | 39 comments I've got an idea I'm just letting it percolate.


message 5: by Carolyn (last edited Oct 31, 2012 08:13AM) (new)

Carolyn (carly1967) | 39 comments Okay here's my go at this:

The only way he could communicate was to cut and paste the letters from magazines. The words seemed to capture his inner world, a world tightly wound around the already present. Nothing new beyond what he could piece together from found sources.

It was fascinating to watch him. His tiny body surrounded by mounds of magazines. Magazines I was not allowed to dispense with, heaven forbid. The last time I did that, the wailing was near unbearable. I’d had to send his brother, Adam out to get the neighbour’s newspaper, and then later send him to the store to buy a replacement.

Now he sat scissors in hand, eyes scanning the pages as he flipped through slowly looking for just the right letter to piece together his latest message. I wondered how much he’d have to say today. Short or long no matter, the fact that he was communicating was a miracle.

For years we had struggled with his high swinging moods. Things were projected across the room; screams could be heard all the way down the block. I used to worry what others thought of me, but now I didn’t care so much. Ricker’s ability to transform the tiny precisely cut images of letters into something wrapped around my heart. He could communicate and he would.

As I watched I noticed his brow furrow in concentration. Finding just the right letter he angled the page and moved his scissors in with the precision of a surgeon. He cut across the page careful to miss any of the other letters, just in case they were needed. Then with the piece just right he set the scissors down and got his glue. Setting the tiny letter down, he busied himself with unscrewing the cap off the glue, this always took time as he didn’t want the glue to touch his hands. With it open, he tapped the paper in just the right spot before placing the letter. That done he replaced the lid, then picked up the wash cloth I had left for him in his plastic Ziploc container. He wiped each finger that may have come in contact with the glue before putting it back into the container.

Messages could take awhile, but they were definitely worth it. To see his face light up when he finished it and his eagerness to find someone to give it to sent warmth through my whole body.
I remember the first one he gave to me…

{THIS IS WHERE YOUR IMAGE - NAME - GOES}
[I couldn't get it to copy]


I was amazed he could spell it. He pointed to himself and smiling I said, “Ricker”. He nodded, then pointed to me. I said, “Mom.” and was rewarded with one of his glorious, rare smiles; his blue eyes seemed to shimmer. When his brother walked in he pointed to him and I said, “Adam” Then I added, “He’s your brother.” He smiled again.

We decided this should go on the fridge and every time someone new came over he would use it to find out who they were. When he started school he took it with him. I had it laminated so it wouldn’t get ruined again. When it had been ruined he was so beside himself the teacher had called for me to come and get him.
“We tried to make a new one for him but he just kept pulling this one out of the garbage.” The teacher told me when I came.

I stayed with him at the school giving him some magazines and eventually, he settled down. Focussing himself, he set to work making another one for himself. When we left I took him to the office store to see if we could find something to protect his work. He chose the laminate. I breathed a sigh of relief.


message 6: by Amy (new)

Amy (amy_bookworm) | 504 comments Mods- should I close it today or give more time? Thanks (:


message 7: by Pirl (new)

Pirl (pirlismyname) It is your decision. Do you feel you could get more entries via another week?


message 8: by Amy (new)

Amy (amy_bookworm) | 504 comments Not sure. Are you & Juliana going to enter? I'm sure it s a good idea as it's the start of Nanowrimo & later people will have got their beginning so will be more in the flow... I reckon.


message 9: by Pirl (new)

Pirl (pirlismyname) I definitely will not. SorryXD


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