Campaign Challenge #2

 

Rach gave us a very challenging challenge this time. To see the picture prompts as well as the other entries, click here.

THE CHALLENGE
Do one or more of the following:

1. Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words)
2. Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts
3. Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words)
4. Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts
5. Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.

For added difficulty/challenge:

• Complete at least three of the above activities and tie them all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme in your post or leave us to guess what it might be)
• Write in a genre that is not your own
• Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing. After the Challenge closes, you may wish to re-post your revised piece(s), and I’ll include a Linky List at the bottom of this post for those wishing more feedback on their revisions (note: revised entries will not be judged, so please label clearly your original post and your revisions. Please do not offer critique unless someone asks for it, as per the usual blogging conventions. If you do ask for critique, make sure you ask for it clearly so people know you want it, and please be prepared to receive feedback that may not be 100% glowing. If you are a critiquer, please be tactful and courteous, and remember to provide positives as well as negatives.)

I used the prompt pictures/words 1, 2, 4, and 5 and option two. And if you like, please critique my work. :)

Gritty rust clung to my shirt from the bridge support, but I couldn't move away with my injured leg. Bright red blood trailed along the wound. Little Jimmy used to have a coat the same color, but that was before I'd left for war.

"What were you thinking?" Her words singed and swirled like flames.

"You shouldn't have come after me." I poked through the tattered debris of our lives. Trash littered the river's embankment, and I saw Little Jimmy searching for food in the garbage. No, he wasn't really there. I wasn't there. None of this shit was useful anymore. Just like me.

Her fingers grasped my arm, the nails creating tiny crescent marks. Damp hair dripped upon my skin. No, it was her tears. I should've felt guilty, but sadness and despair had squashed my desire to please her. How could she love me after what I did? Her grip tightened, and I relished the pain. "I will always come for you."

And if you like it, I'm #27 on the list.