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Post by mariam? on Mar 23, 2008 17:54:04 GMT 1
Week # 12 Theme: Kitchen Sink
This weeks theme is 'Kitchen Sink'.
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Post by gems on Mar 24, 2008 14:20:02 GMT 1
lol the Kitchen Sink! awesome, i'll see what i can come up with for this one...
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Post by - *Munchbunchs* - on Mar 31, 2008 18:28:47 GMT 1
I might post as well! If I time! >< DARN SCHOOL-NESS!
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Post by gems on May 26, 2008 19:03:54 GMT 1
Ack! this is the only practice playground i have just not been able to do...have zero ideas for what to write...kitchen sink is a really hard one and i dunno why?!
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Post by morganesque. toodles. on Jun 9, 2008 1:09:44 GMT 1
Interesting topic. It might be a little lengthy, but it's the best I could do at this moment in time... :-D
****************** [glow=red,2,300] The kitchen sink. To most, it was just a piece of fancy stone in which we wash dishes as well as our very own hands.
But not to the mysterious creature that had entered the Hackwells’ home. Standing a full four inches high, Nate saw the sink as an opportunity. It was an opportunity to finally be able to wash up after spending four nights in a hollow log.
You see, Nate used to be just a normal child, four-foot-eleven, hyper, and sugar-filled. That was when Nate stumbled upon his older sister Caitlyn’s science project, a plant prosperity progressing machine. In short, it was a machine programmed to make the plant grow radically, both in height and health. But it had backfired, thus shrinking young Nathan Brie into a life-size Ken doll.
Now back to the task at hand: reaching the sink. Nate couldn’t stand another second being covered in dirt. He had to think fast, or else the Hackwells would find their unwanted visitor.
Nate scurried up the broom stick and onto the counter. He scampered across the stove, through a puddle of catsup, and to the stove.
How to turn on the sink? When he was a normal-sized ten-year-old, this would have been a rather easy task. But at four inches, this would be a challenge. He grasped the handle, making it look as though he was hugging it, and started pushing it. He repeated with the hot, then threw in the plug.
Clack! Someone was coming. Nate jumped in the inch-deep water and hoped for the best.
Joseph Hackwell walked in from his spot in the living room and threw his bag of Lay’s potato chips in the trash can. He turned around, noticing someone had left the faucet on.
“Gosh, darn,” he muttered. “Must’ve forgotten the water again.”
He turned off the faucet when he noticed something. It looked like one of Brianna’s Barbie dolls. Joseph took the pale-faced "doll" from the water and threw it back in his daughter’s room.
Nate waited until Mr. Hackwell had closed his daughter’s bedroom door to sigh. He stood up, brushed off his clothes, and started back home.[/glow]
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Post by Simply "V" on Jul 8, 2008 23:52:25 GMT 1
Y'know Morgan, that was really good! The premise is unique and the fact that you actually found a good one based on two words is amazing in and of itself. I did have a hard time reading it though, because of the red shading. And in your introductory paragraph you used the word 'we' but the story's narration is omniscient third, perhaps 'one' would have been more appropriate. Other than this it's a grade A. Keep writing, you're good at it.
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Post by gems on Jul 12, 2008 11:46:26 GMT 1
that was really fun and refreshing to read, Morgan! i really enjoyed it and am impressed that such a story could come from the challenge, one of the reasons why i love the practice playground keep it up and well done for doing this one!
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Post by Simply "V" on Jul 28, 2008 2:33:32 GMT 1
After all this time I finally thought of something to write. Hah! better late than never right? Down the Drain The rushing sound of the water escaping down the drain was equivalent to the sound of a mighty waterfall to Marie. She'd lost track of how long she'd been standing over the kitchen sink. There she stood with a clinched fist pressed against her temple, eyes squeezed tight against the pain when all of a sudden - BAM! BAM, BAM, BAM! "Marie, Marie! Open the blasted door already!" Marie managed one desperate plea, "Sam....!" The pounding on the kitchen door grew even more frantic at Marie's anquished cry. Sam Calliston broke the lock on the weathered door at hearing his wife's cry for help. The three bags of spilled groceries lay forgotten as he rushed to his wife's prone body. The only sound that could be heard in the room, once filled with so much life, was the sound of water running endlessly in the kitchen sink.
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Post by gems on Jul 28, 2008 11:39:46 GMT 1
Woah, i totally forgot about the practice playground! still haven't been able to think up any ideas for this one but i love what you have done V! So much drama! I have no idea what sort of illness came over Maria but i wanna find out, it so makes me wanna read on! It's a short passage but it has just the right amount of detail to create tension and its great how you put the kitchen sink at the centre of all this loved reading <3
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Post by bethann on Mar 7, 2009 21:35:13 GMT 1
its proabbly rubbish but ohwell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I want to go home.." Ashley whimperd. Ashley stood infront of the pristine sink looking out the window into the cloudless sky. I wish I was a bird so I could fly home to mum. Was all that she could think. Being a bird must be so nice flying were ever you want when ever and never being held down. *BUZZ* Pulling out her phone from her skin tight skinny jeans which was a challenge. She found a text from her boyfriend. It had read. "Hey ashley.. I dont know how to put this but I think we should brake up" the tears welled up in here eyes and spilled over down her cheeks and onto the phone her mascar came with it too. But there was more. "I've met some one else some I am truely in love with. Still friends? See you around." Who the hell could he fall in love with?! Remebering back to a conversation with her bestfriend Sam. "Ash you'r boyf is so HAWT." "Harhar I know " SAM. Maybe it was her?! But now this had pushed her over the edge the littl edge she had been hanging on to since her parents had split. Looking around her fathers kitchen it resembled nothing to her mums it was cold and harsh just like his wife. Figures. She probably decorated it. But something caught her eye shining in the sun. Could she? Would she? Walking slowley and quietly over to the knife block she picked up the sharpest knfie she could find and walked over to the sink. "Here's to life it fucks you over." And with that she brung the knife slowley down on her wrist and dragged the blade against her skin. The blood came quickly and fluidly. It ran down her wrist and and into the sink. The contrast of the colours was magnifcent. The bright red next to the white. Placing the knife on the drainign board she started to run the warm water to wash the blood down the drain. Her blood was going down the drain just like her life was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Its probably crap I know but anyho thought I should do it since I had an idea.
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Post by Simply "V" on Mar 7, 2009 22:45:37 GMT 1
The concept was really good and the ending nicely shocking but I found it difficult to get through. I think that you may find it useful to brush up on basic sentence structure and the basics of punctuation. In one part of the story nearer the end, it was almost like you were writing a text message including your use of a smiley face. I think that your story ideas are good and you have the potential to write a great story but you need to work on the mechanics of writing before you can realize your full potential. I'm looking forward to your next story.
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