Category: My writing

Writing Challenge: Allergic to the Letter E. Grit A Giant Quandary

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Well I’ve been nominated to do an unusual challenge from Colleen over at Silver Threading.

I’m not one for reading the rules too well, so I’ve just stumbled upon no. (3.) Do the challenge within 24 hours, EEK!!!! Anyway, why not?  I’ll have a go. I’ve got a feeling that this will be a useful exercise, and I reckon that the end result might be ridiculous. But that’s okay I like ridiculous, so with that in mind I think I’ll just make it a monster story. Oh dear monster has an E in it, so does just about every other word too. Quick re-think? Me thinks. Giant perhaps? Yes Giant works.

Well starting this and my computer’s got other ideas it keeps on over heating. I reckon my husband has cast a spell on it, he gets a bit fed up when I spend too much time blogging! UGH!!!!

At last it’s cooled down.

So on to the task in hand:

Here’s the link to the original post from Colleen: http://silverthreading.com/2015/06/18/allergic-to-the-letter-e-challenge/

Here are the Rules: (Courtesy of Colleen at Silver Threading)

1) Write a whole paragraph (A WHOLE PARAGRAPH??) without any words containing the letter “e” (still easy?)

2) By reading this, you are already signed up.

3) Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.

4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.

5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.

My effort:

GRIT A GIANT QUANDARY

Grit A Giant only had a passion for words. Nothing could rock him. Only words. His passion for a,b,c,d.

“Oops what’s a wrong?” his giant pal Frank would say.

“I can’t find a way to go past D.”

His giant pal saw his chin drop as Grit had a hasty gulp, and a swallow.

Frank did a crack out grin. “How about a work past it pal, try a frightful F?”

“F stands for fail and I don’t want to, I’m grit, I’m in this until I crush that  …..oh, I can’t say that word.”

His pal pat him on his back. It was all too much. Grit’s crying was not Giant protocol.

Grit would fizz and his brain would fog on its way past d. It was no good. What a bum job. How could Grit A Grizzly Giant show a chink of pitiful?

His rivals would find it so tantilising to taunt him.

This is what a rival bunch of giants would say, “Such a choking bumbling fool of a giant, Grit’s such a stupid git.”

Grit’s soul was bust.

That fifth word would always haunt him. Poor Old Grit. A giant fan of Sci-fi but no split infinity would cross his lips you know which s.i. I’m thinking of.

So his pal said, “Why don’t you a grab and shout out an X for that a word you can’t say?”

Grit found a grin in hiding, put it on, and said, “to boldly go whxrx no man has gonx bxforx.”

Grit was a happy, grinning  giant.  Still a git, but that’s not this story. All his Xmas’s had found a way to roll in right now!

 

My nominations:

https://samannelizabeth.wordpress.com/

https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/

http://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/

http://barbtaub.com/

http://blog.jeffcolemanwrites.com/

 

Hope you enjoy!

kk

Kyrosmagica x

 

Writing Extract: The Mystery of The Talking Key

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This week amongst other things I’ve been working on Ronovan Writes Haiku Prompt Challenge, which I’ll be posting on my blog soon. Here’s the link to his prompt in case you’d like to participate.  https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

Ron’s prompt words Lock and Gab triggered a memory out of an attic, an attic that exists in my first novel, or should I say manuscript as it is currently unpublished. This getting published business isn’t easy. You don’t realise just how hard it is until you try yourself. I remember ages ago one of my fellow writers saying to me that she had sent out boxes and boxes of letters to publishers and agents and every single one had come back in the negative. Well in my case, I’ve sent out in the region of twenty enquiries. This isn’t nearly enough. I read somewhere that you have to query at least one hundred people. I know this is probably true but I hate rejections they eat into your soul.

So I’m sharing this small writing sample with you to get your valuable opinions.  This is from a chapter later on in my novel, when my main protagonist Amelina goes exploring trying to look for answers to the puzzle of her life. She steals a key, which leads her to discovering an attic room with a hidden away secret.

If you like it please do say, and if there are ways in which it can be improved do comment, I really would appreciate it so much. Thanks. x

A tiny shaft of light trickled in alighting on a far corner of the attic. Amelina moved towards the light carefully trying to avoid the obstacles in her way. Nearly twisting her ankle climbing over boxes, and old suitcases, she saw a light shining like a torch on to a delicate hook, where an object was dangling. She scrambled towards it and saw that it was a golden key.

As she grabbed the key she heard a strange noise, which sounded like a shrill voice recording with a constant playback sound. The voice became louder and more agitated as she made her way out of the attic.

“Put me back, thief,” the mechanical voice said. It babbled on, “I was enjoying the sunshine streaming in. Don’t you know how cold it can be in the attic? A bit of sunshine cheers me up. How would you like to be surrounded by unwanted things all day and every day?”

Amelina couldn’t believe that the key was talking to her. She did her best to ignore the ranting voice, and started to climb out of the attic, but her progress was slowed down by a sheer drop that suddenly appeared. There was a tiny ledge to the left of her with just enough room for one small foot. She knew that if she didn’t balance perfectly on that ledge she would fall down the steep steps, and it was a long way down.

 “You’ll get me into trouble you will. Bring me back thief!” shouted the voice.

Amelina ignored the voice. She edged herself out of the attic, poised her foot on the ledge, and balanced like a trapeze artiste before jumping to the step below. Her heart was still racing, adrenalin bubbling up to the surface in short gasps when she turned the key and opened the door.

The key groaned and sighed deeply, “You’ve done it now. There’s no turning back.”

© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.

kk

Thanks for stopping by. x

P.S. I found the mysterious puzzle image at the top of this post on MorgueFile free photos. http://www.morguefile.com/