6 posts tagged “5wordchallenge”
How it works: Write an entry of any length or style using five assigned words. Bold the five words. Tag your post with 5wordchallenge and any other tags you wish to add.
The words: indefinitely, outsmart, phantom, towel, alienated
Chloe wondered how she could outsmart time. The challenge would lie in trying to mark where one rests in a measurement of something that goes on indefinitely. Had she alienated herself from the others in showing no regard for how they would fare against the phantom of doubt and the limitation of their fatigued limbs? Long after they had thrown in the towel, would they curse her for being jubilant in her solitary triumph? She wondered aloud which was the bigger adversary, time or her own need for validation.
Thanks Red Pen.
In an aggressive attempt to drive forward and forget the cruel February/Mercury hex that stole my "esteemed" piece on "change"...I take a stab at the most recent 5wordchallenge.
My friend Pinot Noir graciously offered assistance.
Vida wondered why they called the raucous rattling of cicadas a song. She searched for evidence of them from her usual spot on the veranda. There was nothing melodic about their noise. Compared to the soothing sound of traffic and the staccato beats from the hole in the wall bar beneath her apartment on Girard avenue, these bugs were bordering on being downright obnoxious.
She took a long draw on her last cigarette of the evening, watching the miniature plume of smoke drift toward the open sky. It was her last attempt at polluting this quiet rural space, so haughty in its naiveté and airy righteousness. Her lips curled into a rueful smile. Tomorrow, she would return home to her urban jungle and the remains of an intentionally destructive existence in a weak attempt to fix what she assumed was far beyond any reasonable repair. It would take a lot more than sobriety to cure what ailed her; her fairy foster mother had just worked her last miracle.
Sooz has given us the five new words, and because sleep has not been an option for me this week, I figured...why put off til tomorrow, what you can do tonight? And in the Texas style, Sooz went BIG with the challenge.
This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.
sililoquy, manhole, discover, television, optimism
In one week the challenge will be passed on to someone that participated in this one.
Here goes...
She stood before him. The moment was illuminated by the blue glow of the television he used to make the silence between them appear cordial.
They met long ago, the way lovers meet in those steamy novels written by authors with vampy names. She caught her heel on the rim of a loosened manhole cover and tripped into him. In all the ways a woman could dream of tripping into two strong arms prepared to steady her, she managed to play her role with a clumsy grace that made her immediately endearing. Time would stop, as it did in those lurid tales of seedy romance, but only they would notice it. He would discover in those 4 seconds lust borne of chance. There had been no formal search and no planned prowl. She would sweep a random curl away from her face and blush crimson as he asked her if she was okay. Her response would include an absent ramble about her shoe which would prompt him to inspect it casually for a scuff mark. He would ask her if she’d like a cup of coffee to collect her self. It had been a natural encounter.
She fell into his arms a child, but she would leave them a woman.
Rehearsing love’s final soliloquy repeatedly in her head, she took the remote from his hand and let it drop to the carpet with a muffled thud. So many years ago he had been full of life; it was a thought that prompted a melancholy smile. She pre-empted his complaint with a carefully crafted edict full of optimism her words of disgust would eventually belie. Harsh words of truth, to sting his numb ears back to their utmost sensitivity.
She would wake him from the slumber of his indifference to say goodbye but it would be months before he would actually hear it.
From the wonderful Electric firefly, I present the five word challenge this week. If you're not familiar - read on.
This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5
words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be
related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will
be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.
This challenge: pickle, fireplace, audacious, street, surprise
And here's my entry...
There was no sense debating it, Bill and James were in a bit of a pickle.
Bill sat stoically behind the steering wheel of his 1999 Ford Taurus, watching random families pull into their driveways. James lay in a pool of his own sweat on the rear seat, the sound of his frantic breathing slowly rousing Bill’s anger.
“You see her yet?”
Bill narrowed his eyes in the rearview mirror as he watched Mary’s car slowly make its way past the house with the hideous green fence.
On cue, another car turned the corner at the stop sign and slowed to a crawl near 5701. It was Sheila, audacious enough in her lust to follow Mary home with no fear of being publicly seen or directly addressed.
“There she is.” Bill muttered, pulling the car out of park
and into neutral.
Sheila's car inched down the street past 5707, 5705, 5703. James sat up carefully and watched Sheila make her way across the street to Mary’s front door. Sheila had overheard the plans to return and take Mary by surprise. Now, in her greed, she raised the potential death toll to two.
James hated to kill anyone. He had never been that sort of thief. He preferred just taking things and running off. It required less planning, less violence. Bill however, seemed to enjoy the adrenaline surge of a plan gone awry. In their rush to leave Mary’s house with her father’s belongings, poor timing meant leaving behind the most precious item tucked away in the fireplace. In the dark recesses of that ash ridden pyre laid the keys to his safe, which was already taking up space in Bill’s trunk. James would gladly kill Sheila and Mary both to get the key for it back in his hands. They had no idea of its worth, but that was through no fault of his.
Thanks Bookmole for the reminder. :)
This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5 words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.
This challenge: flashlight, doldrums, ferocity, wash,
recesses
He wandered along the coast of an angry ocean, night winds shoving him along the beach toward a decaying lighthouse. The waves clawed at the weathered sand with great ferocity, swiping at his ankles while the hidden moon beckoned them forward with unexplained urgency.
He wondered what it would be like to be sucked into the great waves, down into the murky navy contents of the ocean floor. It was a somber thought on such a joyous night. Was it horrible to think of death in the wake of birth? She would certainly believe so. The mother of his newborn son could never understand this yearning for the doldrums.
As she lay quietly in their bedroom nursing the round, soft ball of almond colored flesh, she would gaze out of the bay window in search of his flashlight along the shore. She would search for him as he searched for the giant squall that would ride in from points unknown and snatch him away.
She searched for him; he searched for answers. Walking along the same stretch of shoreline each night, he would pray feverishly for waves to wash over him, filling the recesses of his battered spirit in order to bring anything pure and good to the surface.Every night, the walk seemed longer.
This is how it works: you get 5 words and with these 5
words you have to write an entry. The words might or might not be
related. You decide how to combine them, and how long your entry will
be. You tag your entry with 5wordchallenge and whatever other tags you like. Finally, you put the words in bold.
First challenge: headphone, thrills, flower, china, mirror
You have to kill him. There is no other way for this story to end. Do it and let the people experience unfettered liberation.
She caught her reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at her was a stranger to the softness present just six months ago. Today, she was cold. She had endured the thrills of this mission at first, the espionage, the mystery, the wire taps, the chase...she had reveled in the seduction in knowing it would come to death. She had been primed for this moment, and the plan lay pregnant in her mind during their every interaction. But now as she drew nearer to the act, she mourned the loss of her compassion.
He was just a target, another man capable of the sweetest touch following the most heinous of crimes. Still there had been something like affection in the pools of his eyes, or so it seemed. And what if she failed? This was no criminal hunt in the formal sense; she had no badge to defend the kill. This would be a mercy killing. Mercy would be granted to those who had suffered by way of the chairman's hand. No mercy would be shown to her if she missed her target.
She pulled a flower from the heavy crystal vase before her. A white lily. She laid it along the crook of her arm and prepared to make her entrance into his bedroom. A cold steel blade lay menacingly against the outside of her thigh, still she managed to walk gracefully, innocently to the chairman awaiting her. This was no time for softness, she chastized. He studied her in awe as she gently laid the perfect lily across trembling bone china.
The time for killing had arrived.
