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Friday, 22 April 2011

S: Sunshine Award ~ Showing Crusader Challenge

A huge thank you to Rachna for awarding this to me.



I would like to pass this award on to

 Klahanie who always has me laughing 
Old Kitty for her bright and breezy comments and posts
Milo James Fowler for us upbeat approach to getting published


Orange Gerbera,
Petals balanced with Sunshine,
Awarded to me.



Show Not Tell Crusader Challenge:
In 300 words or less, write a passage (it can be an excerpt from your WIP, flash fiction, a poem, or any other writing) that shows (rather than tells) the following:
  • you're scared and hungry
  • it's dusk
  • you think someone is following you
  • and just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses
  • AND include these random words: shimmer, saccadic, substance, and salt.


The neighbour’s television set sent a shimmer of lights across their window pane in the dwindling daylight. My stomach gurgled like a chemistry set, reminding me it was tea time, as I shivered; my breath forming white wisps in the chill, evening air. There was an odd lingering smell, like some banned substance invading my nose. I could hear footsteps pounding the concrete, coming closer. As I slowed my pace, theirs did too. I turned to look behind me. My heart began to pick up a rhythm of its own, bouncing like a fairground dial hit with a mallet. A figure in a hoody was loitering just past the bus stop and his eyes made a saccadic reconnoiter of my body from head to toe. As I quickened my step, his quickened. As I ran, my breath scorched my throat and my nose filled with liquid. I could taste salt in my mouth. I had bitten my cheek. I made it to my front door. A flood of relief surged through me as my dad stood, ushering me inside. I was safe and home in time for tea. (188 words)