Writing Challenge #20

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WEEKLY CHALLENGE #20

  1. WRITE:  Write either a flash fiction story, less than 150 words, or a poem using five of the following ten words: Passion. Plant. Hat. Garbage. Sponge. Recliner. Restless. Sardines. Snore. Paint.  When you’re finished, post your response in the comments below! Have fun…

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2. COMMENT: You MUST comment on FOUR other entries to qualify. If you do not, your entry will be disqualified from the challenge. Give and take… Keep the cycle going.

3. IMPORTANT In order to qualify, you MUST vote for your TOP TWO choices. If you don’t vote, you cannot win this challenge (even if you receive the most votes!). To vote, you need to reply to the email that goes out for the Weekly Challenges. In that email, if you scroll to the bottom, you will see all the information you need to vote for this challenge.You must join our mailing list in order to receive the weekly voting email. 

4. DEADLINE: Tuesday, August 9th at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, August 10th, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, August 17th.

CONGRATULATIONS: To the winners of Challenge #18… Charles Stone, Marcia Yearwood and Carol Moore!

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!

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93 Comments for “Writing Challenge #20”

says:

Paint my passion red instead

Not mad blue or dusky dead.

Searing slice of scorching anger

Leaves my gut like blazing ember.

Contain that slothful serpent tongue

That did my restless soul more wrong.

Let me resort to a recliner

Or plant my fist and bloody blind her.

Marcia Yearwood

says:

Sierra was feeling really restless, without knowing the source. Something just didn’t feel right, but what? She did mundane things trying to shake that feeling and get herself motivated. She took out the garbage, painted a little stool to put on the front porch and set out the sardines for the feral cats she fed each day. But nothing helped. Maybe she was trying too hard, or maybe she just needed to find her passion in life. Feeling a headache coming on, she sat down in the recliner talking to herself, “I’ll think about that tomorrow”, and was soon snoring.

Anisa Claire

says:

Hmmm. Interesting. Is the headache leading into a bigger story? I like the setup for the mundane, daily activities.

Anisa

Marcia Yearwood

says:

Thanks for the read and your comments Anisa. Don’t know about a bigger story yet. However, I do like your perspective on the set-up. The last line reminds me of Scarlett O’Hara at the end of Gone with the Wind without the snoring part of course…LOL

says:

A new PASSION found for me
Spending time beneath the sea
Crammed onto a boat like SARDINES in a can
We head out to sea far from the land

A time worn vessel giving no complaint
Sporting rusted steel and fading PAINT
No city GARBAGE to spoil the scene
The vista surrounding untouched and clean

What lies beneath what will I view
Hidden in a sea PLANT a seahorse or two
An ocean SPONGE I spy here and there
Left behind when I must return for more air

Back on the boat with the sun high above
So it is on with a HAT to give sunburn the shove
The journey to shore with this RESTLESS crowd
Many stories to tell and shout out loud

Back home in a RECLINER my journey complete
The silence now broken by the sound of the street
So for the final time I close my eyes once more
All that can be heard is a contented SNORE

says:

There once was a man named Sponge
Who’s hat was a whole lot of fun.
It was covered in paint
With a plant that was great
And sardines that were on the run.

Anisa Claire

says:

Hah! Love that you took this challenge and did a limerick with it. It’s already pretty difficult fitting five specific words into a story, but then to put them in a formed (short-style) poem… great job.

Anisa

Jay Heltzer

says:

Sherry never snored a night in her life. Her last boyfriend could attest she was “always a quiet sleeper”. Today, she was sawing serious wood.

Splayed out awkwardly on a recliner bent back past its furthest angle, her head was falling back over the top of the headrest. Coming to, her nose whiffed the sour odor of paint, sewage, and something decomposing. The yellow-white heat of the sun’s glare punished her eyes as they cracked open. Objects slowly began to fill her line of sight, building more confusion. The orange glow of an upturned hard hat, resting on a destroyed, rotted out mattress, followed by wood scraps, jagged metal, and rotten food, picked at by seagulls. Was she at a garbage dump?

How?

Why?

After successfully sitting up, she fished out her cell phone from her pocket. 4% battery. Enough for one call.

“Hello?”
“I need serious help!”

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Jay, Can’t seem to get this in the right spot. Here we go again.
Thinking of several possibilities Was Sherry drugged and dumped? Caught in a Tornado cloud? Dreaming? Fascinating. Mary

Jay Heltzer

says:

I wanted to keep it a bit open-ended for the reader. Binge drinking? Kidnapped? Lost in town? Lost out of town? Sherry is in a bad, bad spot right now.

Anisa Claire

says:

Hmm… Makes you wonder what’s going on here! Good thing she had at least 4% battery left. However, if she doesn’t know where she is… that 4% may not do her very much good.

Anisa

Carol Moore

says:

I HAVE A [PASSION] FOR THE MAN IN THE [HAT]
WHO I WISH TO [PLANT] IN MY GARDEN.
SO I CAN WATCH HIM [SNORE] IN HIS [RECLINER]
FEED HIM[SARDINES]
[SPONGE] UP THE MESS LEFT
BY HIM UNDER THE [GARBAGE]
WHEN HE IS [RESTLESS]
THIS IS THE PICTURE I [PAINT]
OF US TOGETHER.

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Several possibilities here. Was Sherry drugged and dumped? Was she caught in a tornado cloud? Is she dreaming? Fascinating. Mary

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