In the final of Rachel Harrie’s Platform Builder Campaign, she has set us an even greater challenge. One that I often wrestle with…….
- that it’s morning,
- that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach
- that the MC (main character) is bored
- that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting
- that something surprising happens.
Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: “synbatec,” “wastopaneer,” and “tacise.” (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).
This was hard for me, I hope you like it and it has 300 words exactly..Yay!…..
Yawning and shifting slightly on my smooth rock, blinking at the early sun, stretching, rubbing my head as if by some miracle an idea of what to write for Rachel’s third campaign challenge would ignite, no, not totally on my mind. Actually nothing is on my mind right now. Hunger pains crawl from my stomach to my chest, and I am wishing David would hurry up with our brunch. I notice Synbate followed by Wastopaneer and Tacise wade out of the sparkling water towards me. They will be getting hungry to, especially Wastopaneer, he is always thinking of his stomach, even at this hour. As I roll over, grunts and spray of water heralds their arrival beside me.
“I’m hungry” wailed Wastopaneer, so predictable.
“We all are, just be patient” I sighed, regretting immediately my curt remark.
Although Synbate and Tacise said nothing, I could tell they to were bored and hungry.
“Try and think of something for me to write” I pleaded with the younger ones. Hoping inspirational thoughts will steer them from thinking of their stomachs.
Footsteps familiar to our ears approached, we sprung to our feet all thought of Rachel’s challenge gone, only the familiar fishy smell from behind us, weaving its way over the rocks.
“Arr… there you are..” David cooed softly, tossing our meal down.
He smiled, crouching, watching in silence as we ate. Soon distant noises announced arrival of more humans. As the young ones were always nervous when ever the beach became crowded I nodded to them and together we slid off our rock, into the silver, cool sea smashing the rocks around us.
“Thanks” I barked back to David. He waved knowingly, as I waved, rolled a couple of times and dived deep beneath the waves to join the others and safety.
Thankyou Rachel for this wonderful opportunity to mix and mingle with so many lovely like minded people, learning and appreciating the craft we all find much joy in sharing.
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