A "Children's Story" using the words: flabbergasted, color, paper, broken, eloquent, rancid, lily, frothy, pink, jittery
Lily walked along the curve of a jungle path dreaming in color. The trees stood guard all around her, as far as she could see. They whispered stories of animals who, like monsters, waited in the shadows for an opportunity to eat--their favorite meal, a little girl, just like her. The thought made her jittery, but she feigned confidence as her father had taught her to, skipping along in a defiant act of courage. She was eloquent, for a 10-year-old, in a long, pink dress that snagged on the brush with every other step.
She carried on this way in the direction of home for half an hour, until her legs tired and she sat down on the broken limb of a tree that seemed to have fallen for this very purpose. She held back a yawn with a sly smile, which she inherited from her mother. She sat thinking about the woman until she heard the cracking of footsteps on fallen sticks.
Yay, my favorite! I love the grab bag storyboard. Arguably my best of the night, though I am so grateful for the creative energy in that room and all of the art that it inspired. Thanks, Warriors, for an awesome meeting! Now, here's my storyboard using the following 10 words:
jaundiced - frank - beetle - breathe - front - last - great - labor - time - free
"Somewhere deep the Amazon ... two beetles were about to experience a great challenge ...."
"Anita! What is it?!"
"The birth of their first batch of eggs ..."
"It's time, Frank! It's time! I'm in labor!"
"Just breathe! I'm coming, baby!"
"Frank climbed as fast as he could, only to arrive as the last of their dozens of eggs was laid onto Anita's leaf...in front of their father's worried eyes."
"They gasped to see that all the eggs were jaundiced and bad .... destined for demise."
"My dear, they are dying ..."
"It can't be ... we are free!"
"And they lived happily, childless, for all their days."
This was a short fiction piece resulting from a grab bag exercise. My 10 words were: grass, catch, globe, frost, lake, fashion, tight, ghost, hole, shore
Glorious was the morning that shone brightly before Aman's weakening eyes. From the very spot where he stood every morning at this time - a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other - he watched the blades of grass catch fire with icy hues of blue, frost settling on their thin, frail lines. Winter was upon his world again, and his lush green pastures were transforming, the fields having been plowed for the last time, left to rest under the dome of nature's snow globe. His chest compressed tightly on a lungful of smoke that escaped through his nose like a ghost, fading into cold morning air.
This story came from a "Grab Bag" exercise at our last meeting. My 10 random words were:
belligerent force biscuit carnival facet glorious tantrum boat costly range
My grab bag selection of writing genre was: children's story.
In a town far, far away, in a land where flowers grow almost as tall as the trees, lived a little boy named Clover. Clover's real name was Tom, but he was a lucky boy, so that's what he preferred to be called. And so, he was. He lived an ordinary life filled with what to him seemed extraordinary occurrences, each day bringing a new kind of magic. Sometimes though the days seemed to test his luck, and this was one of those times.
Here is another grab bag from last week's meeting. This time, we all used the same words. The category was fiction. The words were: Symbol, cantaloupe, chestnut, fire, ornery, destitute, cowboy, focus, flag.
"Focus, cowboy! You're a fucking symbol in this town, and the whole goddamn place is looking at you."
In this exercise, we started with the first 10 words that came to us. Once we had those, we decided to write a poem using these words. My words were: precocious, wrong, butterfingers, elegant, reindeer, bumpkiss, freely, intertwined, and contraband.
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.