Wordsmithing: What can you do in 50 words?

Monday, 4 January 2010

What can you do in 50 words?

We had some fun with mini-sagas in school. Are you up for the challenge? ALL you have to do is write a complete story within the 50 word limit.

Listening to The Blue Nile - Let's Go Out Tonight (in fact the whole of "Hats" - that kind of a day - Hi, to Paul Buchanan and hugs and kisses to Joannie.)

IN HOT WATER

Cloud-like vapour billowed. Ronnie stumbled back into the corner, on adrenalin-clumsy feet. Sweat dripped from his brow. Steps beyond the door thudded louder than heartbeats.
What words could he say? He was responsible. All he could do was wait.
“Ronnie! Hot enough? That shower has a cold tap too!

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Anonymous5 January 2010 at 15:04
Must be fun- teaching children, playing games with them!Seeing them grow!
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Anonymous5 January 2010 at 15:06
You haven't dropped by my blog since quite some time.
Please do & leave a comment!
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Roni Loren6 January 2010 at 03:00
Brilliant name for the character in your story. ;)
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dolorah6 January 2010 at 03:05
A whole story in 50 words?!?

Well, I guess that's better than 6. Hmm, I'll come back to this.

..........dhole
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Monday, 4 January 2010

What can you do in 50 words?

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