I’m very sorry to everyone that I’ve been radio silent after I post recently. Things at work are keeping me busy and I’ve been without my phone, so I couldn’t even comment during breaks in class. I’m hoping things slow down at the end of next week, so I’ll be back to join in the conversations. In the meantime, thank you for not abandoning my posts.
Welcome to the Picture it & Write creative writing exercise. I invite people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (please provide a translation). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.
Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.
The van rocked back and forth, jostling the family inside. Camping gear knocked and clacked together. “Uhy-uhy-uhy-uhy,” the children chimed inside with each bump. That might have annoyed other parents, but there were smoother passages out of town. Mark and Jeff had chosen this path on purpose.
“Do you think we got rid of all the mini bears?” Jeff twisted around in the passenger seat to look at the children’s smiles. Two foster kids, an adopted son, a daughter from Mark’s previous marriage, and one of her friends. While the other kids nodded, the friend looked around, her brows knit and eyes narrowed in confusion. Her frown suggested concern that was not deep enough to be considered fear.
“Mini bears?”
Melissa chimed in to explain to her friend. “Squirrels,” she translated into the vernacular.
“There are two types,” Mark called from up front, having turned down the radio to listen to the conversation. “City mini bears are slender, fast, and stupid. Rural mini bears are fat, slow, and smart. If they were ever to breed, they would create a super mini bear that could enslave humanity. You’ve seen the YouTube videos of city mini bears running gauntlets to get to bird seed haven’t you? It’s already started.” Mark honked as someone cut him off, so Jeff picked up the story.
“Any time you travel between the city and the forest, you need to shake off any mini bears that may cling to the bottom of the car.”
The girl laughed. It sounded crazy, but this beat camping trips with her family. By now, everyone would be desperately clinging to the battery life on their cell phones, iPads, and MP3 players before a dead weekend.
–Eliabeth Hawthorne
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Eliabeth, I love this piece of art you have created. The characters are alive and interesting. “Mini bears” conjured up a delightful image for me, fun, amusing and real. Thank you.
Not sure if I will contribute this week, might just continue to enjoy the feelings of family fun and playfulness your writing conjured up for me.
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What a wonderful way to live your life. I love the idea of making the world more interesting for children, especially if you can get them learning at the same time. Here’s mine (some mild bad language) http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/picture-it-and-write-tree-rats/
Enjoy
My friend Alex told me this story. I embellished all of the details.
Alex was 18 years old working for his dad at his lawn care business. He usually rode around in a small pick-up truck with a guy named Herb. Herb is an older gentleman whose demeanor reflects peace and contentment to the world swirling around him. One day they were driving down a single-lane, paved country road with no other cars around. That is when Alex watched a squirrel run and stop in the middle of the road ahead of them. Then he looked over at Herb, who was leaning on the door with the window rolled down and one hand on the steering wheel. Herb was gazing through the windshield unconcerned with the squirrel and more concerned with enjoying the cool breeze. Herb did not alter their steady speed, nor did he swerve as Alex watched in horror. The squirrel disappeared and made a small thud against their bumper. The flowers in the truck bed were all so beautiful as their petals fluttered in the breeze. The reverent scent of potting soil graced the cab. ” Man.” said Herb, “I thought that thing would move.”
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Here is my take on your loveable little prompt Ermilia~
http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-qb
That was an adorable story – and it made complete sense! *Giggles* I’m hoping to find the time to participate in the fun. 🙂
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A silly offering this time! http://penkissespaper.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/norberts-invention/