Get your pens ready. Or should I say keyboards? There have been six entries so far for the hint fiction contest. However, I get impatient waiting for the deadline, so I thought I would give us something to do while we wait for other entries to be submitted.
Do you see this interesting book cover with no title?
It has no title right now because it is not a real book cover. I just found a picture on the internet that I really liked and now I am going to pretend it is the book cover for a novel I might like to write someday (or something you might like to write).
Please give it a title and in 100 words or less, write the first few paragraphs of this novel. This is not a contest, but if you participate, I will send you a free electronic copy of Snow Leopard. Please, please...no oohs and ahhs.
Okay, let's begin. Comments on entries are welcome since this is not a contest, just something fun to do. Yes, I have no life. I will be working on my own entry, too. Can't wait to read the first paragraphs of your future novels!
Fun! Okay here's my little beginning (a little cheese-y I know) :)
ReplyDeleteTitle: Getting My Roots Done
Waiting for my appointment, I couldn’t resist taking a peek inside the old journal that had ended up under the stacks of Celebrity Hair.
“Brittney, is this yours?” I call out to my regular stylist. She was finishing up the dye job of an elderly lady with one brown eye and one blue eye, who kept eyeballing me like I was the devil.
Ignoring her gaze, I opened up the journal to the first page. “I had no idea I would become a tree. It was her fault, the woman with the brown and blue eyes.”
I hate to say that my first post is not my entry...because I needed to post this....LMFAO!!!
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Love IT!!
Thanks! :))
ReplyDeleteTitle: If Trees Could Talk
ReplyDeleteAs a child I would lie under various trees and imagine what type of personality trees would have if they could talk. I would imagine that dogwood trees barked and played with the birds. Willow trees would weep and oak trees would play with the squirrels. I would often talk to the trees and imagine that the trees talked back to me.
One winter morning I went for a walk in the woods. I stopped at the base of an old “ass tree”. I began talking to this tree and it farted. Smelled like Juicy Fruit gum.
Google "Ass Tree"
Title: Whispering Pines
ReplyDeleteThe rain came down in sheets, streaming down Jeremiah's face and washing away blood that seeped from the cuts on his hands. The frantic digging left him oblivious to all else. The key he buried five years ago would still be there, had to be there.
Anchored into a mixture of gravel and clay, the rocks had settled at the base of the tree. When he removed the last stone, the key glistened and reflected the moon above. He reached for it and a hand wrapped around his wrist in an iron grip, “Long time, Jerry.”
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By the way, Anonymous is my husband, Tim. Nice job, dear! lol
Here's my offering:
ReplyDeleteTime Beyond the Trees
They told me Druids used to live here. On the days I walked through the woods to get to town, I could almost believe them.
I didn't mind walking, not really. It wasn't my ex's fault the car got destroyed, it was mine. I was in no hurry to get back behind the wheel of any vehicle, so I planned my walks to cover all errands, mostly bills, food, and books. Then after a miniscule lunch at the library café, I'd shoulder my backpack and begin the trek home, past what I thought to myself as "the Frightening Tree".
Title: Little Flowers
ReplyDeleteBy the time we ended up out on Millers Flat the mushrooms started kicking against the insides of our heads in a major way. Eric kept gagging, and Sarah stood under the full moon, swearing that she could see, "amazing leftovers from the sun!"
School started in seven hours, our last year together before everything changed forever. I had a pretty good idea I wasn't going to make it when a tree opened up and asked me where we hid all the money. I grazed the bottoms of my feet over an ocean of wet grass, and told my secrets.
Updated this post with a link to Snow Leopard, as promised. Feel free to give feedback to:
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Thanks for participating! :)