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Week 7 Prompt #3
WORD PROMPT
~~TRAVESTY~~
~~time seemed to stand still~~
This week's special prompt was a word provided by last weeks winner:
Week 7 Prompt #3
WORD PROMPT
~~TRAVESTY~~
I just taught my three year old this word, now that I look it up I realize that I have been using it all wrong for years, now that is a travesty tragedy!
- a burlesque translation or literary or artistic imitation usually grotesquely incongruous in style, treatment, or subject matter
- a debased, distorted, or grossly inferior imitation <a travesty of justice>
This week's phrase prompt was
- A parody
~~time seemed to stand still~~
This week's special prompt was a word provided by last weeks winner:
Definition: relating to or involved in the bacterial conversion of malic acid to lactic acid as in "malolactic fermentation"
Because it is NaNoWriMo I would encourage you to make this part of your NaNoWriMo story if you can. If it is put NaNo at the top of your post along with the title of your project! If you wish you can also include a brief synopsis of your story and how this fits in (it won't be used against your word count).
If it's not for NaNo just include your story title.
Contest Starts at 1pm (eastern)
Contest Ends at 2:00pm (for the Speed Challenge and for part three of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
THIS IS ALSO THE START OF THE CLASSIC CHALLENGE! 300 words using all three prompts.
REMEMBER
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═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight eastern time!
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight eastern time!
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Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)
If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com
Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)
If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com
Continuation of Blind Challenge:
ReplyDelete“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” Del insisted, earning a growl from the demon.
“I want details,” Leteh barked. “Who’ve you had contact with? What side are they on? And where will they strike next?”
The old man’s eyes grew hazy as he took in Leteh’s hulking form and fierce voice, but a smile grew on his face unexpectedly.
“You can keep up this travesty of an inquisition,” Del said slyly, “or you can just ask me your real question.”
Leteh’s face blanked for a moment as Del’s smile grew wider.
“Selena,” Del whispered.
Leteh knew he’d won.
100 words (300 total)
@JenD_author
Hope
ReplyDeleteHe was only private and she was an NCO, part of the chain of command. So technically they weren't supposed to be fraternizing. But this army, noble as its goals may be, is really just a travesty of a real army.
"So Sergeant," he asked as she released his crotch, "what are you going to do when the fighting is over?" He hoped but didn't allow his mind to actually formulate what.
Sergeant Delane looked away for a moment and then looked back at him.
"That's just it, see," she said. "I don't think the fighting will ever be over."
100 Words
@redshirt6
NaNo
ReplyDeleteSynopsis:
Alana Bachman returns to a hometown she left as a small child when she inherits her grandparents' house in a sleepy New England town. As she adjusts to the peace of small town life, things begin to happen that make her question her sanity. Strange whispers and odd dreams haunt her as she finds out the truth about the accident that claimed her parents' lives when she was a baby and the danger that is around her now. With the help of her neighbor, David, Alana learns the truth about her family, about David's, and the power inside of her.
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Title (Classic Play): The Grapes of Wrath
Alana had been known to enjoy a fine bottle of wine from time to time, especially after a hard day. Nothing was harder than moving across the country to Wardville, ME to her grandparents’ old house. After all the boxes were open, the linens changed, and the house aired out, she aired out a bottle or two of her favorite pinot grigio. It did quite a bit to settle her nerves over the move and starting over.
When the voices and the whispering started, she found that a nice cabernet did the trick to drown them out. Somehow, the strange whispers and odd visions didn’t seem quite so scary when she enjoying the aftereffects of malomactic fermentation. Sharper flavored wines were all fine and dandy, but the smoother varieties created an effect she quite enjoyed: when time seemed to stand still.
That’s what made what happened next such a travesty.
Her time of enjoying nothing at all was cut short by the reappearance of the man who had been following her. Now, time seemed to mock her as things seemed to speed up just to slow down. Everything was distorted. The man seemed to rush towards her only to stop. Alana screamed, her voice broken and slurred, as she tried to get up and run or do anything to flee.
It seemed her favorite variety of fermented grape juice was seeking revenge on her. Alana stumbled and tripped, her face covered with tears, yet the man approached. She couldn’t see his face, but the blackness surrounded him and evil trailed in his wake.
Just as his cold yet burning hand caught her arm, she woke. Alana furiously looked down at her arm, only to find a burn in the shape of a handprint right where the man touched her.
@MLGammella
299 Words