Radiance
http://www.redbubble.com/people/natella2020/writing/672640-radiance
by Natella2020
http://www.redbubble.com/people/natella2020
Inspired by the image "Shades of Light" by Peepsmile
at Redbubble
Kicking at a mound of sand, I drearily awaited the torrents of rain that would soon flood the beach.
‘So much for inspiration,’ I thought to myself.
The menacing dark clouds masking the sun were already driving people away by the dozen. Only one plain, invisible writer remained.
‘Hmmm. I really need a metaphor for myself.’
I glimpsed a transparent, misshapen, uncolored rock on the ground, forlorn and half-buried. I picked it up, dusting the sand away.
‘Perfect.’
I watched the beam from the lighthouse across the harbor circle its way to where I stood. A swatch of light brushed across my hand.
Split-second contact…..Instant rainbow.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
January 2008 Challenge Winner
I Can See Them Moving
by Dwireland
http://www.redbubble.com/people/dwireland
I can see them moving.
They may think they are hidden by the woodland but without the greenery for cover on the trees they aren’t camouflaged too well. They dart from one hiding place to another, scurrying, glancing left and then right. A sudden burst of speed and they break cover to advance another few yards.
They believe I can’t see them or perhaps that I don’t care what they are up to but I have them in my sights. I can track them as they drag their treasures and hide them at the edge of the woodland. Small little treasures but the amount of them makes up for their size. So I keep watch on them as they scuttle to and fro. Forever watching for intrusions before burying their hoard.
Busy little squirrels and their acorns.
by Dwireland
http://www.redbubble.com/people/dwireland
I can see them moving.
They may think they are hidden by the woodland but without the greenery for cover on the trees they aren’t camouflaged too well. They dart from one hiding place to another, scurrying, glancing left and then right. A sudden burst of speed and they break cover to advance another few yards.
They believe I can’t see them or perhaps that I don’t care what they are up to but I have them in my sights. I can track them as they drag their treasures and hide them at the edge of the woodland. Small little treasures but the amount of them makes up for their size. So I keep watch on them as they scuttle to and fro. Forever watching for intrusions before burying their hoard.
Busy little squirrels and their acorns.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Twilight Zone Challenge (from 25-31 Dec 07)
Pull My Finger
by Danny/Tiddles
http://www.redbubble.com/people/danny/writing/525134-pull-my-finger
“Pull my finger” said dad
“No” replied the son
“Go on , it’s a surprise”
“Dad, I’m thirteen. It isn’t even funny anymore”
“Go on, humour your old man”
“NO”
“Come on for your dear old dad’s sake. It’s been brewin’ for a while”
The son knew he would never get to fully enjoy the television show he was watching unless he complied with this age old ritual.
The son took his father’s finger and in a moment of cheekiness decided to push instead of pull.
The last thing the son remembers of his father was the look of shock and pain seconds before he exploded.
by Danny/Tiddles
http://www.redbubble.com/people/danny/writing/525134-pull-my-finger
“Pull my finger” said dad
“No” replied the son
“Go on , it’s a surprise”
“Dad, I’m thirteen. It isn’t even funny anymore”
“Go on, humour your old man”
“NO”
“Come on for your dear old dad’s sake. It’s been brewin’ for a while”
The son knew he would never get to fully enjoy the television show he was watching unless he complied with this age old ritual.
The son took his father’s finger and in a moment of cheekiness decided to push instead of pull.
The last thing the son remembers of his father was the look of shock and pain seconds before he exploded.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
December Challenge winner
Angel's Share
by Bren
http://www.redbubble.com/people/bren
Because there was little, the smallest amount went to the one with the most generosity. And they were repaid with the gratitude of the others, some who meant it and some who didn’t. But that wasn’t why they did it.
The Giant in his garden, the poor woman in the temple.
The old woman who gave up her seat on the train today, for a rugby player with multiple injuries. The train shook her as she rose, and the commuters held back, visibly waiting to fall on the seat to see who could get the greatest share. She waved him over. Down he came, hobbling with his crutches and broken up face. People parting in front of him like Moses’ sea. I smelled sherry from her as I rose to give her my seat, feeling hungover, but chivalrous all in all.
Perhaps we were all drunk, but perhaps the spirit went a little deeper than that.
by Bren
http://www.redbubble.com/people/bren
Because there was little, the smallest amount went to the one with the most generosity. And they were repaid with the gratitude of the others, some who meant it and some who didn’t. But that wasn’t why they did it.
The Giant in his garden, the poor woman in the temple.
The old woman who gave up her seat on the train today, for a rugby player with multiple injuries. The train shook her as she rose, and the commuters held back, visibly waiting to fall on the seat to see who could get the greatest share. She waved him over. Down he came, hobbling with his crutches and broken up face. People parting in front of him like Moses’ sea. I smelled sherry from her as I rose to give her my seat, feeling hungover, but chivalrous all in all.
Perhaps we were all drunk, but perhaps the spirit went a little deeper than that.
Monday, March 17, 2008
November Challenge Winner
Wish you were here
by Toxteth O'Grady
http://www.redbubble.com/people/toxtethogrady
Vocal chords raw from screaming, fingernails split and bloodied, finally the boy fell silent. He listened to the spade slicing into the ground above, punctuated by the soft fall of earth onto the box in which he was trapped and wondered if his father would come.
It was the final job for his father, Tom, and old Jack. “For their retirement”.
Jack had waited in the alley beside the bank for Tom to drop the safe into his ute tray. There couldn’t be any face to face meeting afterwards; Armed Robbery would be all over them.
Tom was to take half the cash and bury Jack’s share under the gum marked with a key, beneath which the boy was now ensepulchered.
“Just in case”, Jack had muttered as he dug. “Nothing personal”.
The boy listened to Jack’s footsteps crunch away on the surface and prayed that his father would keep his word.
by Toxteth O'Grady
http://www.redbubble.com/people/toxtethogrady
Vocal chords raw from screaming, fingernails split and bloodied, finally the boy fell silent. He listened to the spade slicing into the ground above, punctuated by the soft fall of earth onto the box in which he was trapped and wondered if his father would come.
It was the final job for his father, Tom, and old Jack. “For their retirement”.
Jack had waited in the alley beside the bank for Tom to drop the safe into his ute tray. There couldn’t be any face to face meeting afterwards; Armed Robbery would be all over them.
Tom was to take half the cash and bury Jack’s share under the gum marked with a key, beneath which the boy was now ensepulchered.
“Just in case”, Jack had muttered as he dug. “Nothing personal”.
The boy listened to Jack’s footsteps crunch away on the surface and prayed that his father would keep his word.
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