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Late last night my daughter came home and her son came running in to my office. I was in the middle of reading something and editing. Plus I was tired so I had my hands up on my face and didn't see what he was holding. I turned and there in my face was a cobra. "Oh my God," I cried. He gave me a four year old sad face that I didn't appreciate his new toy. I wondered if my heart was still in my body. So that inspired this challenge.
Your character is confronted with a snake, real or toy or even imagined. Does he love em? Does he hate em? Oh yeah, he can be a she. Leave a comment describing his or her reaction and don't forget to tell us what kind of snake is occupying your sentence.
No pressure, if your new to my blog you can leave a comment too and if you don't think you're a writer give it a try. You never know what kind of creativity lurks within you.
Cheers,
Nancy
10 comments:
I negotiated my way through the garden, able to meander past a few of the slithery fiends who hissed their disapproval of my presence. Then I came upon a neighbor kid, who held up a rubbery variant of the little serpents, and I darted off in the opposite direction. Fake snakes creep me out.
Poison coiled around each written word. The snake I feared was back. It fed on every creative thought, and chocked the last ink from my writers pen.
Loved it Jeffrey, I'd run too.
Fabulous use of the challenge snake Siv. Great job.
I will post my sentences later today in the comments.
Nancy
Don't have time to improvise, but I appreciate your thoughts on snakes. May you be preserved from my fate -- my biology teacher son got his masters studying rattlesnakes.
the snake one doesn't do much for me- hmmm
With my feet up on the chair and a good book in my hand, I could not figure out why my blanket was being moved. I set the book aside lifted the bottom and behold a garden snake had wondered into my life.
Horrible fate Kay.
Not bad Summer for not being moved.
Thank you both for coming by.
Nancy
I heard the familiar beckon, "Honey, I forgot my belt. Can you hand it to me?" Under my breath I muttered all sorts of nasty things but put on a smile and to retrieve the belt. All I heard leaving the bathroom was a huge thud.
How was I to know the coral snake was not a belt and AH, I didn't need him anyway. I'd rather have the snake. :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
He'd probably wonder how the heck a snake got aboard the space ship!
Great Jules, loved it.
I'd like to know that too Alex.
Thank you both for coming by.
Nancy
Snakes, they were out there, sneaky rat-eating bastards. Egon squeaked as he hopped away from the fire, his tail suddenly too hot. If the fire lasted til morning, he'd be fine. If not, would he change back to a man with the sun even if he were dead. It would serve whatever slithering beast ate him right if he did.
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