"In these pages many mysteries are hinted at.
What if you come to understand one of them?"

"Words let water from an unseen, infinite ocean
Come into this place as energy for the dying and even the dead."

"Bored onlookers, but with such Light in our eyes!
As we read this book, the jewel-lights intensify."

- Rumi

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Writing Challenge

Daily writing challenge.  I'll post mine after my first shift at work today.  I'd like to see some of my other writer friends take a stab at some of these.  Yes, Penny and Krista, I'm looking at you.

"Choose two characters worthy of exploration.  Put them into a situation where they wind up being Physically intimate.  (Though not necessarily sexual.  In fact, that's a bit too easy.  Try something else.)  Use this scene to show details about each character as individuals and characterize there relationship."


  1. Steve hurt.
    His head hurt, his arms hurt, his legs hurt, and even his hair hurt. Which is a feat in and of itself since Steve was bald.
    His ears sting rang from the explotion, and his temples felt like Thor was beating a Caribbean steel drum in his head.
    Opening his eye, and I use the singular because the left one was swollen shut, was a herculian effort. The tears made his vision blurry but he was able to make out the shape of his best friend Pat as he dug his way to his side through the debri and rubble of the fallen structure.
    Steve could see the concern on Pat's face as he crawled closer. Pat ripped a strip of fabric from his shirt tail then took the canteen from his belt and poured some water onto it.
    The cloth felt both cool and rough to Steve and Pat tried to wipe some of the dirt from his face.
    "I bobbed when I should have weaved." Steve whispered.
    "Stay still." Pat said, the catch in his voice told Steve that his injuries were serious.
    Pat scooted up next to Steve and held his friends head in his lap.
    "Sorry I got you into this." There was a liquid sounding girgle in Steve's voice.
    "No problem." Pat said and a tear dropped from his cheek and landed on Steve's slowly moving chest.
    Steve took a deep breath and coughed. Then he lay still.
    Pat sat for a moment holding his friend. Face flush and eyes full of tears. After a minute that seemed like an hour he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his dirty hand. The grit stang but he didn't care. Misery turn to anger. Someone was going to pay.


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