My Weekly Writing Challenge

July 9, 2015

My Weekly Writing Challenge

This week’s writing challenge has a summer theme to it. I’d like you to write a story or poem on one of the following themes:

Holidays
Adventure
Freedom
Memories
Fun

You can choose to interpret the theme in any way you wish.

Last week my writing challenge was for a story in up to fifteen words. Your story had to contain words which started with the same letter. As you found, it wasn’t easy!

I simply love Keith Channing‘s excellent story:

Bloody big brown boxes blatantly began banging before breakfast, besmirching bombastic Betty Boothroyd’s biggest bra.

Geoff Le Pard wasn’t sure about his spelling, but as we’ll let him off as his story is so entertaining:

Khief Khef, Kristopher Kampbell kounted Kristine Kollins, Knatchbury’s knewest kouncil klerk’s knineteen krispy kremes karefully.

Sacha Black finishes the challenge on a high:

Alexandro always an aggressive athlete, accidentally attacked aunt Audrey’s acacia.

Esther Chilton

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17 responses to “My Weekly Writing Challenge”

Ali Isaac

July 9, 2015

Last weeks was brill! Some great entries, you guys rock, I bet that was really hard to do!

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1. esthernewton2013
  
  July 9, 2015
  
  They were great, weren’t they? Thanks, Ali 🙂
  
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  1. Ali Isaac
    
    July 9, 2015
    
    Yes they really were! A lot of fun!
    
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somewords4u

July 9, 2015

It is just great to always share something with

MEMORIES

Preciously wrapped in thoughts
they remain
till the end of the lane
where then
they go insane.
We will be taken
forward and beyond
through a door
breaking and leaving behind
what we have held in bond.
We will be shown
to remember
another picture
in other colours
in other texture.
But memories on the other side
of that door
nobody can claim
to remember
even hazed
or whether they will be
completely erased.
Memories
are like theories
no practical
only radical
for those still the
other side of that door.

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1. esthernewton2013
  
  July 10, 2015
  
  What a great poem. Thanks for sending it 🙂
  
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somewords4u

July 9, 2015

FREEDOM

WAITING FOR TOMORROW

When you see the bird,
soaring high in the sky,
just like it,
you want to fly.
In the early morning,
when you hear it chirping,
on your garden’s tree,
the mind thinks,
without eye blinks,
like it you wish to be free.
It will be another day,
just like every day,
struggling to keep the play,
where every actor is already in dismay.
When the darkness of the night,
engulf the beauty of the sunset,
the mind runs wild with fright,
leaving you frustrated and upset,
you wait for the next sunlight,
and pray for a new onset.
But it was another day,
just like everyday,
struggling to keep the play,
where every actor was already in dismay.

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1. esthernewton2013
  
  July 10, 2015
  
  You capture daily life and its struggles well.
  
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somewords4u

July 9, 2015

HOLIDAYS

Holidays
are Holy days
for all
and for ever!

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1. esthernewton2013
  
  July 10, 2015
  
  Short and sweet 🙂
  
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TanGental

July 10, 2015

Summer holidays were always fun
Days of adventure out in the sun
The freedom to play
Outside each day
Happy memories of when we were young

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1. esthernewton2013
  
  July 10, 2015
  
  Oh, weren’t they such happy days? 🙂
  
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  1. TanGental
    
    July 10, 2015
    
    indeed
    
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Keith Channing

July 10, 2015

My offering is a bit long to embed in a comment, Esther (>1250 words). It’s called “Peeks of passion” and is at http://keithkreates.com/2015/07/10/peeks-of-passion/
I don’t think it needs an Adult Content caution, but in case it does, I’ve just mentioned it.

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Riley Reed

July 12, 2015

Hi Esther, my contribution is a Poem titled Summer Love: https://rileyreedauthor.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/summer-love/

Hope you enjoy it!

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Sanjukta Bhattacharjee

July 21, 2015

Hi Esther!

I know I’m late for this challenge. But still would like to get your feedback. 🙂

Memories…

Avoiding you, deleting your pictures from my computer,
Blocking you in my e-mail contacts, cutting off every little connection, altogether.
These are the efforts that I’m making, to be able to forget you.
I’d say that I am doing a good job at that.
You don’t hover over my thoughts all day long anymore.

Only sometimes, when I’m in a conversation and suddenly a familiar name comes up,
I think of you, of your smile, of your eyes, of your mysterious voice.
Only sometimes when I have finished watching a movie,
And the credits start rolling up the screen, a much acquainted name grabs my attention.
I then think of you, of your words, of your hands, of your hair.

There are some mornings when I wake up trying to recollect,
A dream that I saw the previous night, and then I realize;
You were all over it, yet nowhere could I see your face.
Only faint words seemed to hit my ears, as if you were calling from far.
Not once did I hear you calling out my name, still I felt you needed me.

I wanted to be by your side, I wanted to comfort you.
Although I knew only too well that this was never to be.
It was only a dream that I wanted to be real,
It was the dream that I wanted to live.

I want to see you, hear your voice, hold your hand.
I want to rest my head upon your shoulders and let myself fall asleep.
Yet here I am, trying in every possible way,
To wipe you out of my memories forever.
I wonder, will I ever succeed in my endeavor?

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1. esthernewton
  
  July 22, 2015
  
  Wow! I love this; I can relate to it so it really struck a chord with me. I felt every word. Very powerful. Thank you so much for writing this 🙂
  
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Sanjukta Bhattacharjee

July 22, 2015

Thank you so much Esther. This means a lot to me 🙂

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