late-ass fff #4
sorry dudes, wasn't able to get to a machine earlier than this- i'd add an extra half-hour to the deadline but don't think it'll make a difference with this group, i seem to always be last done anyway- however, if you want/need the half-hour, feel free; whatever it takes to get it writ.
before we begin, wanted to let people know that both chrissy+crazyfool are on my sidebar for future reference, and if anybody has a preference about where they receive comments on their fff, lemme know in the comments here (i think i'm the only one with direct online contact to everybody participating).
please mind the rules of engagement (below); and now, without further ado, the trigger for fff #4 (starter):
freakishly large hands reached out toward...
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for triggers (starter sentences, closers, titles, inclusion clauses, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55am friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too wonderful not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your story (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.
you will display your story as a post on your own blog (or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.
write fresh!
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 11:59 am
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Freakishly large hands reached out toward the moon. She thought she could pluck it from the sky. It was so round and fat, tantalisingly close, or so it seemed. She didn't understand that it was a million miles away. Her eyes told her it was as close as the mobile dangling over her head in the tree, and that she could touch as easily as her own nose. She made a little jump, stumbled, jumped again, swinging her clumsy outsized hands to grab the silver disk from the deep blue sky. She hit the earth with a thud that shook the tree.
With a sigh, she gave up. The pretty moon had to stay where it was. She dusted off her bottom as she got to her feet, each awkward swat making a terrific noise in the quiet night. With a reluctant wave, she said goodbye to the moon and ambled back to the kitchen. Bending at the waist to get through the door, she executed a crablike manoeuvre and scuttled inside awkwardly. Sitting on a chair was out of the question. She remembered picking splinters out of her bottom from the last one she had broken. She settled for squatting by the table which she dwarfed. She gingerly sipped a steaming pitcher of tea, holding her little finger out daintily as she had seen her mother do with a teacup. She was a lady, after all, or she would be when she grew up.
in. done. hopefully, someday i'll write beautifully, like all of you.
http://foolishstoryhour.blogspot.com/2009/10/fff4.html
in+done @ post above this on the mainpage. tried a lil sump'n sump'n, say someting nah. walk good.
lise, totally unexpected- what was the inspiration for this fff? walk good
four in one - http://www.keifelagostini.com/blog/?p=2004
not particularly good, but damn it, i got it written.
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