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Third Campaign Challenge

Posted in write campaign on October 24, 2011 by Nellie

Last day for the third campaign challenge.

Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:

that it’s morning,

that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach

that the MC (main character) is bored

that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting

that something surprising happens.

Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: “synbatec,” “wastopaneer,” and “tacise.” (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).

Here are some tips on “Show Not Tell” to help you out:

stay in the moment (describe what is happening to your character as it is happening to avoid telling)
avoid summarizing as much as possible (eg, “He stabbed her with a knife”). It can work well as a means of “skating over” unimportant details, or moving from one scene to another, but summarizing in the middle of a scene usually reads as “telling”
keep an eye out for words that (often) indicate the presence of “telling”. Examples include “was” (or other forms of “to be”) and “felt” (eg, “He felt scared” or “He was scared”). Though note that not every use of “was” is telling
try to avoid labelling feelings. Rather than saying, “I felt angry,” describe what those emotions are doing to the characters, mentally and physically
but don’t just describe the physical effects of an emotion (eg “I clenched my fists”). Dig deeper. Utilize the five senses, things the character notices or doesn’t notice, and memories of past events, as well as physical reactions, to show how the character is feeling.

Matt dug his toe into the cool sand, staring out at the sea. The white caped waves were rough from the storm that had just passed through. He closed his eyes as the wind ruffled his hair, cooling the sweat that had been sitting on his skin. Closing his eyes also shielded them from the blinding light of the sun as it crested over the horizon through the darkened clouds. It was too early to feel the warmth on his skin.
He sighed and flopped down on the towel. It was only twenty minutes but that was long enough. His toes continue to burrow down into the sand. He checked the synbatec reading on his wrist. His arm fell down and fingers drummed on his stomach. He would give it another twenty minutes before he was gone. Matt was never an early riser anyway. He wanted to go back to bed.
But it was all about the readings. Everything was about the readings that he didn’t even understand what half of them meant.
His nose wrinkled and he sniffed. His head lifted up and he looked around. He made a face and coughed, putting a hand over his nose as he got up. He glanced around as he got up, trying to track where it was coming from. He did the old fashioned sniff test and followed it to a patch of seaweed that must have come in on the storm waves.
He turned to go back to his spot when there was a glimmer as a stray ray of sun hit whatever was mixed in with it. He pulled the slimy strands away and then leapt back, letting out a started cry. The white bones were bleached and wrapped up in the seaweed, clutching a silver necklace in hand.

(I’m number 119.)

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Write Campaign – Second Challenge

Posted in write campaign on September 26, 2011 by Nellie

The second campaign challenge from Rachael Harrie.

The Challenge is:

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:

* include the word “imago” in the title
* include the following 4 random words: “miasma,” “lacuna,” “oscitate,” “synchronicity,”

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.

For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

Imago the Night

“I thought we’d never get here. Why can’t we stay in a hotel?”

Timothy signed as he gave a long stretch before oscitating. Heaven help him from spoiled model cum actresses. He got stuck with ones who had heads that were lacuna. Miranda especially so. He counted the minutes when she complained that her trailer wasn’t as good as the others.

She gave a gasp, staring at the paper. A large headline splashed with MURDER ON THE ISLAND.

“Oh my god! I hope the shoot isn’t ruined.” Nevermind the miasma of the event.

He glanced over her shoulder, shaking his head. One arm slid around her shoulders and he lead her to the car that sat waiting for them. “I’m sure we’ll be safe. There are a lot of people around. Just don’t go out alone. The shoots are going to be at night. Things will be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Miranda let out a breath and slid into the car, flipping open a compact to check make-up that didn’t really need to be checked. “Good, I would hate for the job to be ruined.”

“Trust me.” Tim grinned, elongated eyeteeth gleaming in the low light. “It’s total synchronicity.”

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This challenge was a lot more…well challenging than the first one.

If you could be so kind, mine is #122 on the list.

Edit: And because I was a dork and forgot one word, I fixed that. Oi.

First Campaign Challenge

Posted in write campaign on September 6, 2011 by Nellie

There is the first campaign challenge over at Rach Writes

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count)

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

The door swung open. Lori held her breath it swung, barely stopping in front of her face. She clutched at the knife in her hand. She didn’t have a gun and she didn’t know any self defense. So she was hiding behind the door and hoping that whoever broke in didn’t hear her thundering heart beat.

There was the whisper of fabric and she thought there was a shadow on the carpet. She bit hard into her lip so her teeth wouldn’t chatter.

There was a whisper of voices. Something about her not being there. Maybe? It was hard to eavesdrop when there was a door between them. She didn’t want to risk moving closer to where she could hear at the hinges.

“We’ll come back later.”

THAT she could hear. A man’s voice, accented. Maybe English? She watched a lot of BBC. She was a sucker for the accent but after this, not so much.

“Come on, mate. They might decide to show up as well. We need to keep an eye out.”

Her eyes widened at the words. There were going to be more of them showing up? Whoever they were.
She wanted to be back in bed.