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 |  Challenges and activities |
A blog on my personal writing process. Just random thoughts, notes, and other stuff. Don’t know yet what that will be like. Am exploring possibilities and pulse towards an unknown future. Let’s find out! Here are challenges and activities stored. "Game of Thrones"  2017"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 2020"Resurrection Jukebox" 2020"NaNoWriMo Write-A-Thon" 2020/21"The Fiction Writer's Toolbox" 2020"October Novel Prep Challenge" 2021 |
| She looked at her kitchen sink. Here we go again! For two weeks now she was procrastinating like hell; something inside her just refused to do the dishes. And it wasn’t the first time this month either! What’s wrong with me, you dirty slug? Why am I not doing my chores like everybody else? Every five minutes when passing her kitchen door she made that hand gesture wishing her dishes away, and every time she looked they were still there: dishes, cutleries, coffee cups, glasses, and whatnot. Dirty, dirty, dirty! She just wasn’t up to the task and she loathed herself for it. As the writer she was, she took up the challenge to write a horror story for Screams!!! at Writing.com that day. In a whim, the story took her 15 minutes. When she saw the competition she knew she had no chance of winning, but entered anyway. That afternoon she watched the Men’s Final at Wimbledon as well and saw Novak Djokovic win from Roger Federer. Halfway through the fifth match when it was 4-4, she made a bet: when Roger wins I do my dishes! Alas, After a tiebreak Djokovic won the championship, so she was off the hook. The dishes stayed where they were. Passing the kitchen door she made that gesture again with her hands, sat down at her computer and logged onto the site. Lo, and behold…she’d won today’s Screams!!! No more excuses, kitchen, here I come! For the next two hours, she was busy doing her chores. Finally! WC: 256
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“C’mon Jack, work with me here, what color? Blue or green? “Gee, Jill, I don’t know.” He was still working out the angle of that particular wall he had to tear down. “First things first, painting the sitting room is not on my list today.” “But I have to buy paint. Blue or green?” “Then green it is. Now let me do my job, dear.” Jill left the house, leaving him on his own. For the next 45 minutes, he was busy tearing down a brick wall. The noise was deafening, dust and brick falling from his hefty slices with a hammer. He was sweating heavily, breathing in and out like a sick elephant. With one final effort, he managed to finish the job. Done! Looking into the rubble he noticed there was something behind that last piece of brick. In the corner, where the wall once stood was an opening in the floor. As he was walking toward the hole an awful smell reached his nostrils. Yek, what the hell was that?! Peering into the dark he tore loose some floorboards. The smell was overwhelming. At that moment Jill came through the door, holding two cans of paint. She put down the cans and worked her way through the rubble. They both looked puzzled into the hole. “What’s that? Can you see anything?” “There must be something down there, it smells terrible…a dead cat maybe?” “Let’s get the flashlight, dear?” Jill got the light from the kitchen and was back in a jiffy. The light shone inside the dark hole. There, something covered with a blanket was lying in the sand. Jack grabbed a piece of the cloth and threw it aside. A body…the silhouette of a body! Jill screamed a smothered cry. Jack pulled back, his knees on the floor, his body flinching. “OMG, it’s a dead person. ” That’s when the body moved and sat erect, with its slimy head and hair above the floorboards. Piercing red eyes looking at the couple in a grim stare. Jill and Jack both fainted on the spot. The figure juggled itself out of the hole in the ground leaving splatters of green slimy stuff on the floor. It had a grin on what was left of its face. With one throw he swept the bodies of Jack and Jill into the hole and put back the floorboards. “A nice place, a lot of work though, and green paint for the living room.” It grinned and started to refurbish the house. The neighbors didn’t notice the banging from underneath the floor of Number 22, York Road. It went on for a couple of days and then stopped. In the city nobody knows their neighbors, so nothing new. WC: 456 Winner (7/14) of
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Blood sugar’s too high, maybe I’ve to shoot insulin next! More exercise, healthy food, losing weight... I ate melon. That’s good, isn’t it? Characters: 140 Round 95 |
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