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Post by Chess on May 31, 2007 11:55:33 GMT 1
Hello writers! Your theme for week # 8 will be: Plastic Bags
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Post by mariam? on Jun 1, 2007 16:33:03 GMT 1
Interesting and unusual. I might do something...
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Post by Hello Autumn, on Jun 2, 2007 4:40:16 GMT 1
oooh. sounds exciting. expect mine to be morbid and stuff. im in a morbid mood XD
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Post by gems on Jun 2, 2007 11:38:33 GMT 1
Oooo i will be so doing this challenge when i get the chance....such a strange theme this one could go anywhere...
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Post by Hello Autumn, on Jun 3, 2007 17:01:16 GMT 1
hahaha. im still thinking of what to write
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Post by gems on Jun 3, 2007 23:16:29 GMT 1
i have one, i might be doing a story collaboration with somebody on another site and this theme inspired me to write the introduction.. it isn't very polished but its a start Amber looked up at the street sign, squinting her big blue eyes in particular at the left arrow 'Gunther St.'. It was the third time she had been past this sign having gone round in a circle for the last half hour trying to get home. Home. She half smiled, it wasn't really her home of course, she knew her real town like the back of her hand. Trouble was she wasn't in Jordan anymore. Her parents were away and she had been 'lovingly' left behind at her mother's friends house.
Gripping tightly on to her shopping bags, Amber crossed her eyebrows in determination. Just turn left and this time, keep going straight, it must be along this street somewhere... she thought to herself and took a confident step forward. But then she heard a sudden rip and she realised with dismay that one of her plastic bags had just ripped!
ARGH! She inwardly screamed as she bent down attempting to group together all the things that had fallen out. It was too late for her eggs she noticed as cracked shells and all the gooeyness of the yolk oozed out onto the pavement. Their was still time to save her orange though, she realised as it began rolling away from her.
She dropped her plastic bag, the large hole floated onto the pile of food items she had managed to save. Then quickly she scrambled towards the orange, outstretching her hand to stop it falling down the hill. But just as she was inches away from her prize, did a foot balance itself on the runaway fruit. She didn't need to look up to know who it was, the boy made himself known as he sneered down at her.
"Been shopping have we sister?" Brett Smith said sarcastically and she picked herself up, brushing the dirt away from her knees where she'd fallen. Brett was unfortunately, the son of her mothers friend and now that she had to share a house with him, he had decided to call her 'sister', much to her annoyance.
"Go away Brett," she almost muttered, not filled with her usual venom as she realised she just might need his help for once. He seemed to note this and kicked the orange towards her, brushing back his sleek blonde hair. God he was annoyingly good-looking, shame he had the soul of the devil in his charcoal small eyes.
"Pick up your stuff quickly sis, I take it you are hideously lost and as usual helpless. Don't worry your big brother is here and you can stalk behind me if you like, I was just heading home anyway," he said dismissively and before she could open her mouth to shoot back a reply he turned his back and began walking down Gunther street.
Grumpily, Amber picked up her things and ran after him, though she decided to say 10 paces back to spare herself a little dignity as his new shadow.
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Post by Be! on Jun 7, 2007 23:46:16 GMT 1
gems, I LOVE yours. I hope you make a story out of it! Here's my go - It was a cool, crisp night. The night air brushed against her loose, white dress as her bright blonde hair shone in the moonlight. She had stopped her dark mare to wait in the exact spot he had told her to wait. She couldn't wait to see him again. It was hard for him to slip out of the city anymore, what will the king and queen dying so suddenly with no children to call their own and him just happening to be the next heir. Her horse whinned impatientely. She sensed her horse's need to move and slowly moved in circles. She was in the middle of the desert, so every turn looked the same as the next - nothing but endless expanses of light dusty sand and pitch-black skies. Just as she was rounding another turn, a husky voice whispered in her ear, "Impatient, my love?" She flung herself into his arms, holding herself to him, hoping that he would never leave. Slowly, she pulled herself away, glacing at his features once again. His jet black hair was wild and tussled from his ride from the palace; his tunic and breeches were those of the common peasant. But his eyes, his bright sapphire eyes, separated him from everyone else. His sapphire eyes met her deep emerald green ones, and just as he leaned towards her....
*BAM!* A plasic bag smacked Janie across the face, pushing her unruly dark brown hair away from her face and awakening her from her wonderful daydream. "Come on, Janie! The bus has been waiting FOREVER!" Janie pulled herself together, and slowly, sadly, she trudged up the steps to her seat on the bus.That's basically what I do - except my name's not Janie. Tell me what you think!
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Post by gems on Jun 8, 2007 8:59:18 GMT 1
lol thats really good Be! as i was reading i was wondering how you were going to add plastic bags to such a romantic scene! great twist and my entry is not going to turn into a story anymore. you won't believe it but the person who was asking for someone to collaborate turned out to want me to: write the story, change the plot she came up with as much as i liked, build the characters and sets, take the photos and edit them! which ummm....is pretty much everything lol i don't think she quite understood the point of story collaborations so i just had to say no to her...which sucks as her plot was initially pretty good
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Post by Simply "V" on Jun 9, 2007 22:50:42 GMT 1
Oh I lovers them both! Gems its too bad the story collaboration didn't pan out, it certainly was a great start at any rate . Be you had me going there for a minute, I was like 'okay now how is she going to..' and the BAM! Too cool.
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Post by Lord Meggikins (megster) on Jun 10, 2007 16:17:24 GMT 1
Here goes!
Lisa was dying. She had been dying for 46 years, but according to the doctors, tonight was her last night. It would have to be special. Her family had been crowding round her, but she phused her silver brown hair back, and croaked that she wanted to be alone. The 70 year old woman leaned towards the window, wanting one last breath of that cool air. The sky was a deep blue, cloudless. The scruncheled moon reminded her of that awful night: the encounter with the plastic bag...
She was 24, and had just finished collage. She was moving into her new appartment the next day, and was taking a last stroll down to her favorite place, the ruin of the house down by the river. As she sat on the old stone steps, a plastic bag floated down from the sky, and covered her head. As the poisin seeped through her skin, she new something was wrong, but it wasnt till 40 years later they found out, and 4 years after that, she had to move into hospital.
Lisa leaned against the open window, and looked into the murky water of the lake below her. If something was going to kill her, it wouldnt be the posin, which had ruined her life! She jumped into the lake, but she had already died. The shock of seeing a plastic bag drift down and cover her face had killed her...
I like random stories!
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Post by gems on Jun 10, 2007 17:56:29 GMT 1
gosh thats a random plot: death by plastic bag! loved your introduction btw, really grabbed my attention
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Post by Simply "V" on Jun 10, 2007 18:02:39 GMT 1
^Dido, certainly got my attention.
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Post by Lord Meggikins (megster) on Jun 14, 2007 16:02:25 GMT 1
That was kinda made up one the spot. It was weird and random and strange. So you dont have to take it seriously. But feel free to if you want!
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Post by mariam? on Jun 16, 2007 19:50:02 GMT 1
Here's mine. It's crap cause I whipped it up quickly, and it flows pretty bad eh nevermind -
“Plastic bags!” Rory sighed, leaning back on his beanie-bag “Man, I just LOVE plastic bags!”
Audrey rolled her eyes at her idiotic friend’s remark, and continued to scribble illegible words in her notebook. Maya, who was sitting at the padded window-sill whistling to a Lily Allen song, turned up the volume on the radio to drown out her brother’s rambling.
“They come in so many different colours, from red to blue, they‘re lovely they are…”
Maya stuck her fingers in her ears, squinting her eyes. “SUN IS IN THE SKY, OH WHY OH WHY HMMM,” While, Audrey re-read her writing and felt her fists tense. She was not sure if her anger had been caused by the unsatisfying chorus of her new song or Rory and those god damned plastic bags.
“You can do so many things with them - they can carry things, you can but them on your head to cover up your acne or blow them till they pop, or…”
“Use them as a D.I.Y umbrella?” Audrey interrupted hastily, her eyes wandering to the grey, gloomy sky outside. Rain poured patting down on the windows. It was miserable weather for a Saturday.
“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Rory piped up, jumping out of his seat. “Let’s try it!”
The girls sighed, as the idiot ran of into the howling wind and rain. “When will he learn,” Maya muttered under her breath.
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Post by gems on Jun 16, 2007 19:59:19 GMT 1
lol i really like that Mariam! i think it flows just fine, the characters conversations work really well and add good humor to the piece especially love the DIY umbrella bit XD totally loving all these random interpretations of 'plastic bags'!
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