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Writing challenge is done, but wait, there's more!

faomosgirl:

So as most of you may have noticed I’ve been doing this 30 day writing (drabble) challenge. Well I just posted the last one! This is been a really fun experience for me because conveying something in such a small amount of words can be really challenging. Especially for me because I tend to be less thrifty with my words than I should. 

Anyway, just for fun I’d like to know which one you’d like me to expand on? Just leave a comment on this post or a comment on the post itself (reblog it or whatever). The post with the most choices will be the one I expand on. 

Go crazy everyone. :) 

Writing challenge is done, but wait, there's more!

So as most of you may have noticed I’ve been doing this 30 day writing (drabble) challenge. Well I just posted the last one! This is been a really fun experience for me because conveying something in such a small amount of words can be really challenging. Especially for me because I tend to be less thrifty with my words than I should. 

Anyway, just for fun I’d like to know which one you’d like me to expand on? Just leave a comment on this post or a comment on the post itself (reblog it or whatever). The post with the most choices will be the one I expand on. 

Go crazy everyone. :) 

Future

We could have a future together, you and I. I see it so clearly. The house, the children, the cat, the garden. The colour and the warmth. The young woman looked down into his tired eyes; his sunburnt, etched face; his hands like soft wrinkled leather. There was no future for them any more. He’d be dead soon. She gripped his hands tightly in hers, silently planning her future. Imagining flowers and every shade of black. His watery blue eyes, pale with age, but full of wisdom stared into hers and that was the only way she could hold on. 

Simple

They sat knitting and drinking tea together every evening. Sometimes the television was on, sometimes they sat in silence. The room was dark and cold and mold grew around the windows. Still, they sat. Watching and waiting. The items they knit were not distinguishable and disappeared as they finished a row. Sometimes other people were there, silently watching TV or laugh and talking. They sat in or beside the three women. Never knowing their presence. They never missed an evening. Not for their entire existence, whatever happened away from that spot went unspoken for they never spoke to each other. 

Promise

Lyra sat in the Garden waiting. She kept glancing at her watch. Couples passed by her silently, mostly older, in their 70s or 80s. She smiled to herself absentmindedly. She imagined what would’ve been if she’d chosen him over her family, her career, instead she rejected love. Maybe she wouldn’t be alone now, sitting there at the designated time waiting. The phrase ‘time will tell’ applied here. Time would tell if he’d really loved her, still loved her, if he remembered. She watched for anyone familiar. She saw a man looking at her curiously and he approached. “Lyra? It’s Will…” 

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If any of ya’ll get the book I’m referencing I’ll be quite impressed… not that it’s hard if you’ve read the book… I’d just be impressed that you read it because it’s one of my favourites ever. 

Oh wait. I guess you could’ve seen the movie… but then you wouldn’t fully understand this reference… only slightly. 

Letters

She’d saved all the letters. Every letter. There are thousands. She kept them in boxes stacked in the basement and spare rooms (there were 37 in total). She wasn’t even sure where all the letters were any more. The rooms liked to move around in the night, going from one end of the mansion to the other without telling her. She was getting too old to watch such a massive collection. One day there was a knock at the door which usually remained silent and she opened it to find a small girl with a suitcase. Her time was up. 

Diamond

“Diamond’s come from the backs of African children. Then the expenses: cake, flowers, food, the dress! Some go for $20,000! It’s preposterous!” Larry ignored Jessica, staring at her breasts. Her dress was too tight. The waiter appeared with dessert. Chocolate mousse. He winked at Larry. Jessica spotted the ring. A large pale pink diamond. “What the fuck Larry? You’re joking, right?” 

“Jessica,” Larry was on one knee. “Will you marry me…?” 

“Are we on candid camera?” 

“I love you…” 

“One week is too soon you creep!” 

“Sir, you need to leave. You’ve made too many proposals here this month.” 

Winter

Winter was coming. Arya could feel it. She was from the North so it was normal. She hadn’t lived there in years. She’d lost count how many. Amongst the fighting, sneaking around and killing she hadn’t bothered to count. She thought only of the revenge of her family. Taking back their honour one member at a time. One enemy death at a time. She only had one left to kill and it’d already taken her years, yet he eluded her. That one tiny Lannister. So small, but clever. He eluded her. She wondered if she’d find him before the snow. 

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The word winter is like a trigger for me and the only thing I can think of is GoT so you get some fanfiction-y stuff today. Please note I’m only on the second book so I don’t know what’s actually gonna go down with Arya or Tyrion. They are just my favourite characters. 

Outside

Lana leaned against the wall watching people walk by. They kept their heads down, walking quickly, ignoring each other. She took a drag. Some men would glance at her, then back at the ground. A couple of cops appeared. “Ma’m smoking isn’t permitted after 10 pm and you’re violating the neighbourhood dress code. “So?” Lana took drag, staring past the cops. “You get a $500 ticket and you’ve gotta change.” The cop held out a ticket. She tore it into pieces and tossed them away. “See if I care. You can’t send me to jail. You can’t send anyone there.”

Mad

I couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe her. We’d agreed. She would meet me there, pick me up and drive me to the funeral. It wasn’t like i knew Marion well, it was her grandmother not mine anyway. I know I’d promised, still. She was late for her own mother’s funeral. Finally the old cadilliac pulled up with smoke poring out of the driver side window. “Hey Sandy, we’re late, get in loser!” always such a charmer. “I’m the one waiting. If you hadn’t been late…” my voice trails off because i see her tear streaked makeup and her red eyes.

Thousands.

Mark trudged along the pavement in the cool evening. It felt hot and rough under his bare feet. He awkwardly tugged two large, overstuffed suite cases behind him. He watched tourists pass by chuckling lightly. He couldn’t help mumble under his breath. Why’d she have to kick him out like that? Just because he was poor? Maybe he shouldn’t have bought that trip to Vegas… Or lost half his savings. Maybe if his debt was less she’d have been kinder. Maybe. Still, there he was trudging along in the warm evening, tourists laughing, alone with only clothes and no money.

Sunset

Sunset is my favourite time of day. I spent one summer babysitting two younger cousins at our family’s summer cottage. Every evening we would sit and watch it together. They talked over the day, laughing and sharing stories. Sometimes bickering too. This summer was different. They sat together alone watching it silently, arms around each others shoulders. “I bet Carley would really like this.”
“Yeah, she would’ve.” both children glanced at my usual spot.
“sometimes I feel she’s there watching us, protecting us…”
“Jordon that’s silly.” I sat alone there watching them, but never really there again.

Tremble

Lindsey’s hands trembled as she reached for the sheet. She didn’t want to see, or know.  She closed her eyes and whipped it back. Freezing there hands trembling above the sheet, eyes shut she breathed deeply. “Lindsey, can you identify the body please.” The voice was far away, like it was coming through a wall or underwater. Blood rushed to Lindsey’s head as she opened her eyes. 

“Yes, that’s him.”

Blackness. She opened her eyes to the glaring fluorescent lights. The cop’s head blocked them out, glowing. 

“Lindsey, you okay?” She looked behind her. “She’s okay, this happens a lot.” 

Transformation

She’d cut her hair short and wore no makeup now. Her nose was pierced and she had tattoos. It wasn’t Lilly any more. Not the Lily she’d grown up with, she’d taken to prom and had her first kiss with. She smiled and said nice things veiled with sarcasm and rejection. She held her new girl friends hand in front of me and whispered in her ear and laughed and teased. I could pretend well enough, I could. I just didn’t want to. So I left, just as she leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“Amy? Where are you going?”

Summer (30 day writing challenge)

I buried my head deeper into Jeramy’s chest and felt him gently kiss the top of my head. His hand slipped inner my chin and I lifted my head to look at him. “I’ll be back next year, promise.” 
Gently he kissed each cheek. 

“I know, it still sucks.”

“I know.” 

“I really like you.” 

“Ditto babe.” 

“So don’t forget me okay?” 

“Promise.” He kissed me gently, then harder then finally pulled away to look me in the eye again.

“And you don’t forget me, lady.” I giggle a little and crack that crooked smile I know he loves.

“Promise.” 

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Damnit. I accidently did two cheesy romantic-y ones in a row. Promise it’ll be something different tomorrow! :) 

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