I had this idea awhile ago but I got busy and never moved forward with it. It's very simple, really. A creative writing contest!
The rules: Write a poem, story, or just a sentence. There are no minimum or maximum word limits. The only requirement is that the following words are used:
- dance
- candle
- officious
- rubicund
Post your entry as a comment. I will let the contest go until Tuesday October 14th 8:00 pm central. At that point I'll post all the entries together in one post and allow the readers another week to vote for the winner. The 4 words for the next round will be picked from the winning entry.
If there are no entries or no votes there will be no contest.
So...write away!
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The Shoes
The maidservant made her way down the wide spiraling staircase with only a candlestick to illuminate each step. Knowing that her lady lay in bed in the throes of a delirious fever, it was urgent that she find the herbs that would bring her lady back to health. As she walked into the kitchen, she could hear rustling sounds coming from the pantry. Who could it be, she thought as she laid the candle on the table? Her master was away on business and would not be returning for another fortnight. Her heart raced when she saw a rubicund glow seeping through the gap at the bottom of the pantry door. Should she open the door? At this hour of night no one would be out. The only neighbor for miles around was that officious man who would tell her master how he should run the farm. Taking a step towards the door, the maidservant took a quick breath and opened the door. She gaped in horror when she saw a pair of men’s black patent leather shoes dancing in an eerie glow of light. She fled from the kitchen and back up the staircase with the shoes in pursuit. She could feel a tightening pain in her heart as she arrived at her lady’s side. They both lay there with their life slowing ticking away and with no one to come to their aid for miles away.
Awesome Debbie!
Window view: a brief poem.
2 figures
close together, in rain-reflected candle light, show
2 cheeks
turned together, warm, rubicund with wine and wind and music, their
2 silhouettes
dance together, slowly entwined and curved and swirled in a backlit window, perfect in the brief and
2 fleeting
moment together, as Time, the officious chaperone, steals away the flickering rain-splashing candle light kisses for himself.
EDH 8/13/2008
*i didn't notice the format and have this as a word doc with a background. cheers, liz
WAY cool Liz!
He asked her to dance
she wanted to take a chance
It was dark
except for the candle glowing
She was impressed
with his officious bowing
He touched her hand,
kissed her lips
Saw her rubicund cheeks
grabbed her hips
good job Joyce!!!
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