This was a new writing method to me, and I kinda loved it. Using a photo as a prompt for a story -wild ride. Many thanks to the hosts of the #FallWritingFrenzy: Kaitlyn Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis and to all those donating to the prizes as well! You can check out the competition here: https://lydialukidis.wordpress.com/ The skinny: use one or more of the photo prompts and write something 200 words or less! I wish I'd seen the info for this writing competition a little earlier as I know I have better in me, but this exercise did launch some new ideas that I'm excited about! I'm hoping to get those stories down soon, but until then, here is my picture book story inspired by the attached photo (Halloween- Credit: Danielle Rae). THANK BOO! 200 words by Kristi Newsome Helen the witch had the best friends. They all helped create the most spooktacular Halloween every year. Helen wanted her friends to know how grateful she was, so she got to work. She brewed a delicious purple potion, but Kyle Skeleton couldn’t keep it in. She dipped a spooky black candle but Tari Mummy caught fire. She knitted a warm orange sweater but Jack-o-Lantern couldn’t wear it. “Now my friends will never know how much I love them!” she wailed and took all her gifts out to dump them in the lake. Kyle happened by, clanking a bit from the cold. [Illustration: Helen’s “Aha!” moment] Helen handed him the orange sweater. It was perfect for him. He smiled, “Thank boo!” Helen found Tari as she was rewrapping her foot. She handed the purple potion to Tari just as Tari’s stomach give the biggest gurgle. “Thank boo! I haven’t eaten anything in centuries!” Tari explained. “I know!” said Helen. It was perfect for her. Helen found Jack-o-Lantern on his step and handed him the black candle. “Thank boo for your Halloween help!” she said. “Why thank boo! My candle always burns out at Halloween time!” And it was perfect for him.
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I woke not knowing
the world would change today. But I won’t forget. I won’t forget light. Or freedom, or unity. I pray for it still. #haikusaturday #911NeverForget 🇺🇸#double #haiku DANCING DOTTIE By Kristi Newsome (50 words) Little miss Dottie would always dance. Ask her to stop? Not even a chance. One day Mom cried “I’m taking a stance!” And accompanied her out to France. The ballet teacher, after a glance, Said that the problem wasn’t her prance. But, in fact, she had ants in her pants. Vivian Kirkfield (author of FROM HERE TO THERE: INVENTIONS THAT CHANGED THE WAY THE WORLD MOVES; her site here) is hosting the #50PreciousWords competition and I loved the idea of the challenge to synthesize a beginning, middle, and end into a short 50 words -so this is my submission! It was so much fun writing this out! A memory came up of a poem I wrote long ago, and I thought I would share it today! Pretty sure I'm sitting on a gold mine: My Morning at the Rec Center
‘Twas Saturday morning and all through the courts were racquets, balls bouncing, and men in short shorts. I looked for my family and found them in eight. I decided to stretch, as I sat there to wait. Then what to my wondering eyes should I see, but the back of my lids at about 9:23. I had stretched to the point where I stayed very still, and my eyes started to close against my own will. So I pulled on my coat and laid down my head. Some sweatshirts I used for my makeshift bed. I lay there and slept to a lullaby of sorts; sounds of racquets, balls bouncing, and men in short shorts. |
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