May 9, 2010 -
There is a site called Seventh Sanctum, where writers can generate challenges, for fun or to help with writers block. This is one of those generations:
The story is set during a workday. The story takes place at noon exactly. During the story, a kidnapping occurs. The story must have a cougar in it. During the story, a character makes a meal for themselves.
Anyone who wishes to, feel free to take up the challenge and write the story. I just wanted to share the possibilities, for now. Might right something myself, later.
May 13,2010 -
*The point of the writing practice is to take a stereotype of a character and make it more well-rounded. I chose the jovial fat person.
Not sure it’s going to work out, but, here is what I got to, so far. This is a rough draft, posted for your amusement. If you have any critiques to make, feel free.*
Poppy was your quintessential jolly fat person. She woke with a smile that pushed her cheek slabs up over her eyes, the movement of facial muscles squeezing the flesh outward and upward until the apples of the cheeks began to more rightly resemble real apples, rounded and rosy red. When she left to catch the bus, she skipped down the steps, her body bouncing from the ground and the sum of its parts bouncing happily to their own tempo.
It was not always easy for Poppy to maintain this joviality, because, while some few of her fellow classmates appreciated her smiles, her kind attentions, and her helpful nature, the majority were far too busy noticing the size of her buttocks rather than the person perched upon same.“Poppy poopy giant butt!” was one of the favorite taunts of Cameron, a boy who, much to Poppy’s dismay, was always the person least likely to have a seat mate. There was nothing pleasant about sitting with Cameron, but, as the space right next to him was usually the only available seat left, she had little choice in the matter. As she lowered her gargantuan buttocks to the seat, Cameron would scoot away quickly, pressing himself up against the wall of the bus and cry out something like “Oh God, help me, she’s squeezing me to death!” Still, Poppy, aside from being a generally pleasant person, had a streak of empathy which enabled her to understand that his actions stemmed from his own desire not to be seen as an outcast amongst their little society, and she forgave him. Cheerfulness, thusly, remained.
This story is not about Poppy. Rather, it is about Zorotana, Mysteress of the Dark Revelations, who thought there was nothing more fun to do with her life than to torment the students of Fillmore Jr. High by posting notes on lockers, from time to time, which prophesied future events.
At first, it was thought, by Jenny, the first recipient of these notes on lockers, that her sister Janie was playing a trick on her. Thusly was the note ignored and Janie slapped. While the reason Janie was slapped was less than fair, the fact that she was slapped was very reasonable in that she had kissed Jenny’s boyfriend two hours earlier, so that neither girl questioned the event or thought to discuss it with others, until the prophesied event occurred.
“In two days, you will lose all your hair.” said the note. Two days later, Jenny and Janie’s brother used a cream depilatory on his sister in retaliation for various odd things that had been done to him during her last sleepover. That it was definitely done by him, and not by Janie, was an obvious fact, since he waited until she was just waking from a blissful slumber, laying on her stomach, to pounce. Smearing the depilatory on her head, while he screamed “This will teach you, you nasty witch.”, then holding her down by perching on her shoulders, laughing and rinsing his hands with her leftover soda, were all clues that it was him.
October 13th, 2010 - All is merriness and sunshine; somewhere in the city, a puppy is full of warm milk and is groaning that sweet puppy groan of contentment. Birds are skipping, squirrels are chirping, and children are flying from tree to tree .. err .. maybe not. Well, still and all, it is a good day to be whatever you are, doing those things you do.
Except for you, who is suffering; and, that creepy man over there, of course. That is all bad and wrong.Fix it!
Anyway, …
Found a new art site that I am going to try. Not sure how they are, as far as community communal communionings go, but, it is free to try, so I am going to find out.
If anyone else would like to give it a whirl, as an enhancement to what you already do, it is called ‘foundmyself’ and can be found at www.foundmyself.com.
My daughter went off to Wyoming, a wee while ago, with the woman she thought was the man of her dreams (yes, that was a joke, but, not totally), and is now returning. Well, that’s not strictly accurate, as she was in Alaska went she met the woman and went to Wyoming with her. Now, she is coming back to Arizona. My dad and nephew had to drive to get her, so that she could go get all her stuff and because she had no transportation.
I think their relationship would have lasted longer if the woman hadn’t taken an obvious city-girl out to live with no running water or electricity; or, more to the point, a place where she was promised there would be running water, and it turned out to be running through a hose, from the creek to somewhere near the house. That was not why the relationship ended, though. It was the usual thing: one person wanting a lot of doting and attention and perfection from the other one. (sigh) And, the other one wanting to sometimes go to the store they want to look at, stay home instead of playing “cheerleader” to every act of work or play the other performs, and etc.
So, anyway, probably on Thursday, maybe on Friday, she will be here and we will be having three people living in a 500 sq ft 1-bedroom apartment. But, there is a pool!
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