Tag: Word game
To Dabble or not to dabble?
There are so very many fun challenges on WordPress. Some offer creative writing topics, poetry and photography too.
I am enjoying an ever widening circle of friends and interests BUT there are only so many minutes afforded for me to use creatively.
Finally, this week, I am feeling as though I have stepped from newbie to intermediate blogger. It took much dabbling and time. Many kind fellow bloggers have offered their advice and knowledge helping me along. So this is my “two cents” to others. 🙂
Many challenges ask for committed responses…taking time.
Awards are so special but …take time to post and re-post.
Poetry, photography, and story writing have called to me from different directions. For short spurts, I specialized in them. This helped me to find my voice and polish my technical blogging skills. I still have much to learn…
This message is to other bloggers in the same quandary. Not enough time? Don’t feel guilty…write on!
I think dabbling is the right thing to do. My advice is not to get “roped” into any one venue. Dabble, dabble dabble your way forward.
Random Word Story #6-A Different Drum
Random words generated at Creative Games.net
Keep the words given. (no substitutions)
Create a story in one sitting.
Here’s my story:
Jenna was absolutely sure she would be a famous actress one day. She was the youngest of seven children born to a family of dust mites. They all thought work was the only thing that mattered and she was the only one who knew different.
A number of times, as they toiled in the family garden, she took on a role. This time, while sitting on top of the wheelbarrow, she became Cleopatra being carried along by slaves. She was fanned with huge ostrich feathers as thousands knelt along her path. She imagined her body covered in indigo silk and golden baubles lined her arms to her elbow. Her arms felt heavy as she waved to the applause of her subjects. The pearls of sweat rolling down her cheeks were merely jewels that dangled from her crown.
“Jenna, get off of there and help your brother.”
How she disliked it when her father’s voice popped the bubble of her illusion. Now, nothing but mud surrounded her. Her emerald embossed slippers were just rubber boots and her silken gown became a hand-me-down pair of jeans. As she trudged to the tool shed, she found herself in the jungle. Quicksand grabbed at her as the humidity soaked her to the skin. A shadow over head was a buzzard circling, waiting for death to claim her. She could hear the drum beats. The natives were restless and she needed to cross the river of hippos in order to put them safely behind her! She dove…her life depended upon it.
“What do you think you’re doing young lady?”
Mom stood above her with her hands on her hips.
Jenna’s face was scraped from forehead to chin. She picked herself up and continued to the shed without saying a word. When she reached it she found that her pants were ripped. There was a huge grass stain on each knee…wait a minute, it was blood! Her leg had been bitten off by a crocodile! As she limped inside the tool shed, she could hear the drum beats getting closer…