Rachael
Harrie’s Third Campaigner Challenge as part of the Author Platform Building
Campaign:
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).
*****
Drifting
Away
The sun began to creep from its hiding place, warming the sand beneath her toes. She spread her fingers through the
grains, moving past her bare legs to begin shifting sand over one foot and then
another. Creamy vanilla and caramel colors swirled with the teals, greens, and
blues of the waves moving just ahead of her.
Such synbatec beauty couldn’t stop the yawn from escaping
her dry lips. Full shopping bags awaited her in the room, the
credit card he gave her maxed out. She reached for her water, the cool liquid easing down her
throat. A deep sigh followed.
Paul motioned for the waiter just before the cell phone went off again. “It’s Miss Raphine. I have to take this,” he
whispered and walked away.
Why had she come? He said they’d get away, focus on
each other. With each tacise lie, pieces of the relationship broke away.
She closed her eyes and melted into the cocoon of
the expensive towel. A wave of nausea rose as the
scent of bacon and wastopaneer drifted toward her.
He knew she hated both, they argued about it last
week before boarding the airplane.
Her head fell to the side, her eyes drifting open.
She saw children she’d never have running down the beach, a man and woman
trying to keep up. An old couple sat in chairs under an umbrella watching the
fun.
The shutdown began, like the spin cycle of a washing
machine… slowing, slowing. The orange bottle was empty beside her. The small
pills once inside it were working their magic, easing her load. Her breathing
began to slow, and peace came.
*****
I found this challenge extremely difficult, but a
wonderful exercise to practice show-don’t-tell. If you enjoyed my piece, please
stop by Rach
Writes… and vote for me, #118. Please take a few minutes to read some of the other wonderful pieces and vote for your favorites.
26 comments:
Nice work. Kind of a sad story.
mood
(now following)
Moody Writing
@mooderino
Good job using those dreaded words! Lol! Was a bit sad. Good description! ; )
Thanks, Sheri & Mood!
When I tried to fit in the "surprising" part, the story surprised me and went sad. Maybe I need some sugar. ;-)
I thought this was beautiful, even though it was very sad. Well done using all those points! Very touching!
The ending is what I liked the best! Well done.
That's not fun, her going out like that. But it reflects a very true problem some people have. Very good writing. Loved your imagery! :)
Dana, Laura, and David... Thanks. This really pushed me. I'm loving the campaign and its challenges. Off to read some entries now. I didn't want to read any until mine was complete (I didn't want to be influenced).
Nice job although what I wouldn't give for some full shopping bags right now, so it was a little hard to feel sorry for her. Still, you wrote it well.
Very sad, but you used wonderful imagery. I love the part about the cycle on the washing machine. Great job!
Mine is #25.
Bridget, I hope the full shopping bags showed things don't make you happy, but I agree... I'd take some. ;-)
Jen, can you tell I'm a mom? ;-)
Thanks for the support!
Superb!!! I'm impressed and delighted to see you stretch yourself. No red marks on this entry!!!
Shucks, Mom... you made me blush. I know how much we both love making red marks!
Great surprise ending...left me wondering if she was just numbing herself with the pills or if she was committing suicide...either is no good. Great job with this story Tia!!
Love the images!
Wow. Loved it. Very sad, but I completely loved it. You've got my vote and I'm following along :)
I'm entry #5
very nice work doing the show, not tell and still managing to convey emotion. great job!
Thanks everyone! This was a challenge, so I really appreciate your supportive comments. Loving this campaign!
Margo... you just made my day!!! Thank you!
Loved the way you translated the challenge? So sad is what I see in the comments and I agree. My piece used pills but she "Grew Up" in mine along with her kids. Didn't want to give all that tacise and plantomeer any more. Thanks for visiting. I appreciate the support. :)
Thanks, Clar.
Whoa, didn't see that ending coming o_o Lovely writing.
Lori, Thanks. I really appreciate you stopping by, reading, and commenting. I hope to get to a lot more entries today.
Oh, this was wonderful and quite bittersweet. You did a great job weaving in those challenge words, and I really enjoyed all the description. It definitely made the scene stand out vividly in my mind.
Lena, I can't thank you enough for your lovely compliments. This campaign has helped me grow so much. I'd never really done flash fiction before, and I've become addicted. ;-)
I loved your entry and was really touched by the ending - so sad! I really wanted to keep reading, so I have sent you through to the second round of judging, well done!
Good luck in the next round :)
For such a sad piece, it sure has me doing the happy dance. Round 2... yeah. Super excited! Thanks for the well wishes and touching comments.
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