Waitangi Weekend Word Wace
Hey Kiwi Writers! This year we are adding some photo prompts to the WWWW 2012 challenge. Thanks to Karen for sourcing these for us. Without further ado...
I can't see the pictures, only little red crosses :(
Woot. Can see them now. Now for the actual challenge...
Had a quick chat with Jhakka about this and flicked back out of curiosity. I got five words for the 4 square dude picture.
"Told you I got Probed!"
lol! nice one!
Gah! I wrote a whole bunch of micro stories for this and was gonna post them here tonight but I'm totally knackered so will copy them across after work tomorrow.
This challenge was a real blast though :)
Ok, so here are some of my micro stories. I've gone from being extremely cheeky (one word) to being over-long by the challenge standards (one paragraph). I wrote more than this, so I picked 3 from each category to post here. They're probably all terrible as I've never tried writing micro stories before but actually I have really enjoyed it, and funnily enough, although I didn't do it on purpose, I seem to have found a theme amongst all of them - they're all at least loosely related in some way to the concept of "home". I am now tempted to set myself a second challenge to see if I can write a story which ties all of them together into a single story!
Anyway, I think this is the first thing of mine that I have ever put out on the internet, so here goes :)
Paua:
Home.
Taniwha. So, it wasn't a legend. It was true.
She trailed a hand in the water and watched the light bounce off the waves. The many different shades looked like paua. She smiled to herself and took up the oars again. She knew where she was going now.
The Terraces:
No-one could have predicted what happened next.
It's funny how a glimpse into the past can change your entire future.
The painting hung there innocently enough but he couldn't help but wonder what a picture from little old New Zealand was doing in a posh London gallery. The pink and white terraces, he knew. His home was not far from where they had been. He went closer. His home. He reached out towards it even though he knew he wasn't supposed to and snatched his hand back at the last second before the guard caught him. He took a deep breath. He'd seen and done a lot in the last two years. Now it was time to go home.
Four square man:
Kiwiana. Cheap tack. She couldn't take it anymore. She lined up the tacky little four-square-man-plastic-tiki tea towel on the bench top and swung the axe.
It was just sitting there, smiling at him. He picked it up and turned it over and over in his hands. Something about the way the two figures looked so different, and yet so comfortable in each others company spoke to him. He got out his phone and dialed his brother's number.
The shop window was painted like so many others, but this was the only one that contained what it did inside.
Cheers,
Jhakka
ack, sorry! thank you for letting me know. Will find another way to do it.
Working on: Sun-Touched
J.C. Hart