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Scene From a Pic–Snarky Reader Style!

It’s a little late in coming, but here are the results from the last Scenes From a Pic challenge.

For those new to the Snark, every couple of weeks, I post a compelling photo and ask my readers to write. It can be one line– the opening to a novel. It can be a plot or even a scene. The point is to look at the image and let your creativity take a magical flight– free from internal editors. My only rule is to have fun! A couple of weeks later, I will post your writing along with a link to your blog.

At the end of this post will be the photo for the next challenge. As always, you can type your writing into the comment section or email it to me at RElliott4@aol.com if you’d like your answer to the challenge to be a surprise on revelation day! (g)

The Last Challenge Photo.

Kelli from Kelli McBride’s Web Log emailed her answer:

Here, it all seemed so simple: the loneliness and isolation a mark of distinction from kind rather than rejection. Mara felt always the lack of affinity with family, acquaintances (she could not speak of friends), and the multitude of souls that pass through one’s life. She rarely experienced a connection with them more than what most people felt for animals at a zoo or actors playing out life on a stage. An invisible barrier kept her from crossing into that life. Only when she was alone, her feet dangling inches above the watery caress of the waves, did Mara yearn for more than her colorless existence. Her parched soul leaned forward, eager to soak up the sensations awaiting her in the lake’s embrace. How odd, that the clear blue waters were more lover to her than any man. Yes, here, it was so simple. A quick drop into the depths and she would no longer be separate or other. Her rapture would awaken the dorment recesses of her mind and soul, bringing her forth into full bloom. Mara stared into the horizon, understanding that life was about returning. She braced her hands against the weather-worn planks and pushed off, her body whispering into the lake until nothing remained of her, not even her absence.

Carol S (She doesn’t yet have a blog) wrote:

Cheryl used to love the lake, peaceful, soothing, calm. That was when the lake was safe, when creatures were still afraid of water, crosses and other safety nets. Now she was afraid that even the cross on her shoulder wouldn’t protect her. Safety wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It was time to live or die dangerously.


“I said I wanted a lake view. I didn’t say I wanted to live in the middle of the lake.”“Cara Sue, you said you were tired of seeing people, traffic, noise, all the city stuff. Well now you don’t have to. I gave you what you wanted.”

“But now who will see me, and my new dress and cool tattoo,” she whined.

Michael R (also without link) wrote:

Damn, Monique thought ruefully. Why did I toss my vibrator into the lake? I’m sure I could’ve gotten new batteries at the bait shop.


Penelope gazed out toward her house, her street, her neighborhood, wondering if rebuilding in New Orleans made any sense at all.


Bibi realized just before she slipped into the lake that her dress, though small, would still get in the way of her fins.

X-Dell from The X Spot wrote:

Day twenty-eight. Again, she waited for any sign of Otis. None came.

Laura from Mad Below My Feet wrote:

He hung back, not sure if she could sense him. Grabriel had been so busy dealing with the possible rebellion against Neglectus, he didn’t have time to brief anyone. Sherzo had heard whisperings of this rebellion, though no on would confirm it. Neglectus and Gabriel wouldn’t allow it to be true, and the others didn’t trust Sherzo since he was one of Gabriel’s assassins.

Bella fixed her eyes on the buoy, waiting for the assassin to make his move. They had been one of her first creations, and they only wished to destroy her. She could handle him, though. It was the chronic pain in her chest that worried her.

I need more time, she thought, trying to will her heart into a regular rhythm.and

Sherzo lunged forward, rolling the electricity in his palms.Wind flipped Bella’s hair into her face. She smirked.

With a swing of her arm, space opened in the air, swallowing the assassin. Light burst outward, marking the gap where he once was.

The ache in her chest continued, and she pressed a hand to her scars as she turned back to the lake.

Bellezza from Dolce Bellezza wrote:

When Eve was banished from the Garden, she ran. She ran from the snake, and God, and Adam. She ran until she came to a new terrain, and sat down to rest and contemplate the consequences. “Now what have I done,” she thought. “Now where can I go?” The expanse of water was as wide as the gate blocking her entry back into nirvana.

This week’s picture is extra challenging. I want to see imaginations GONE WILD!


  1. July 18, 2006    

    Oh my gosh, I wish I had time for this. I have such a great idea!

  2. July 18, 2006    

    Doesn’t have to be much– just a scene or even a line. Plus, I won’t post for about ten days. (g)

    You could email a kick-ass scene to be revealed later…

  3. July 18, 2006    

    Rinda, this is a technique that I use too, in my classroom with my students. It’s interesting to be on the other side! I wish that I could have one or two children respond now, because 8 year olds qualify for an ‘imagination run wild.’ I will do my best…

  4. July 18, 2006    

    The artist hated her work of beaches. Hated it so much she scrubed it til she found a ship buried behind her canvas.

  5. July 18, 2006    

    Wow. That’s wonderful, Dana!!!! And you saw this image as a completely different thing than I did.

    That’s the beauty of this exercise. I didn’t see a beach!

  6. July 19, 2006    

    That was excellent, Dana. 🙂

    I’m still thinking on mine. It was turning ugly last night.

  7. July 19, 2006    

    The problem with a closed mind is, when you peal back the bony surface of the skull, all you’ll find is a brick wall.

  8. July 19, 2006    

    Betty, that’s awesome! I love reading all these! Can we do this every week Rinda?

  9. July 19, 2006    

    I try to do them every ten days or so to give people time to really think. But maybe I should always post a reminder… or better yet, find a place at the top of the blog for the current photo in progress… Oh, I’m going to try that!

    Betty, that blows my mind. Holy crap.

  10. July 19, 2006    

    I begged my husband to ask the attendant for directions.

    His reply, “How hard can it be to follow the yellow brick road?”

    Between setting the stations on Sirius and waiting for a camel to cross the road, we end up here.

    Those do not look like yellow fucking bricks to me.

    If onoy men would ask for directions. Sheeshh!

  11. July 19, 2006    

    And that would be…if only.

    If only I could type. Or spell.

  12. July 19, 2006    

    Test. Comments disappearing on every blog.

    It rocks Heather!

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  14. July 19, 2006    

    I’m having weird stuff appear to disappear, too. Sometimes I have to hit refresh just to see the last 2-3 posts. Other times I have to do that so see the remainder of comments.

    For a while I thought no one was posting until I realized they just weren’t showing up.

  15. July 19, 2006    

    A funny one appeared in my inbox then mysteriously disappeared here…

  16. July 19, 2006    

    Love the brick wall, Betty!

    Here’s the recipe for the peach dessert. Wasn’t sure you’d see it if I posted it to yesterdays blog.

    1 stick butter / 1/2 C flour / 1/4 C brown sugar / 1 C pecans, chopped

    Combine all ingredients, press into pyrex dish, bake 30 min at 300 degrees.

    Next Layer:
    8 oz. cream cheese / 2 C powdered sugar / 1 large Cool Whip

    Cream all ingredients, spread on top of cooled crust.

    1 T corn starch / 1 C sugar / 1 C water / 3 oz. Peach Jell-o / 5 – 7 good sized peaches, peeled and sliced

    Bring 1st 3 ingredients to a low boil, stirring constantly. Add Jell-0 and stir until dissolved. Stir in peaches. Cool. Spread on top of Cool Whip layer. Chill.

  17. July 19, 2006    

    Hi Girlfriend

    Thanks for leaving footprints at my Blog.

    I’m always glad for tips you give.


  18. July 19, 2006    

    betty s’ comment, caused me to take it one step further:

    It suddenly became clear at President Bush’s autopsy what everyone had suspected all along. The man had a closed mind afterall.

  19. July 20, 2006    

    I think I’ll have to blow that one up to get a better looksee. You’re right. This one is challenging.

    Oh well, wild imagination and all.

  20. July 20, 2006    

    Bellezza, I love how you think.

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  22. July 22, 2006    

    This is from Jo Smith: I moved it for her from the above post.


    You know I confuse easily so from what I gathered from all the directions I’m supposed to type what I think of when I look at the picture here. (I think)

    As I walked along the path along the deserted highway I began to feel a presence near me.

    I continued to walk along the familiar path but I couldn’t shake the feeling of someone very near. Yet no one was within my vision in any direction.

    Then I heard it. A voice, low and intense, calling me.

    Juwesat, I heard it clearly and new the voice was calling me. But how could I know that? My name is Dianne.


    I heard it again and knew without a doubt it was me the voice was calling.

    I kept walking hearing the voice again and again call. Each time it was louder and clearer.

    Suddenly a place shinned and gleamed as the sun beams danced across the smooth icy looking area.

    I stopped and stood as if I had been turned to stone. The voice called to me

    “Juwesat, come to me, my true love. Don’t be afraid.”

    I began to feel alive again and all the fear inside me left like a stream of vapor floating above my head.

    I came closer to the intriguing place. I saw as I got nearer, a wall of bricks. It looked as if it went under the highway and down into the earth.

    “Juwesat, my love, I’m here. Come to me.”

    Glittering like a polished diamond the place seemed to come alive.

    “Where are you, where am I supposed to find you?”

    “I’m here, close your eyes and step into the shining shield before you. I will be here. Don’t be afraid I’ve told them you are coming and they will allow you to pass through the shield and brick wall and will guide you to me.”

    “Who are you? Why do I know I’m Juwesat when my name is Dianne? Where will this take me and can I come back here?”

    “My love, you belong here. You are in an alien place. This is your home. We were lovers before and now I have found you again. Trust what you feel. You know this is the right thing. Now come to me.”

    I stood a long time staring at the gleaming door way to my future, love, happiness; or hell!”

    My eyes couldn’t and didn’t want to leave the place the voice came from.

    “Juwesat, my love.”

    A strange mist rose from the shinning glass like shield. It rose slowly and was, in what seemed like a very long time, a shape taller than me.

    I stood very still, not wanting to move, as the strange form began to enfold me. I felt love and desire as I had never felt it before. I felt beautiful and praised and valued.

    “What is this?”

    I felt as if all the clothes had disappeared and I stood with only skin and hair on my body.

    I felt strong arms, but not exactly arms circle around me. My breasts were hard and round from passion and felt pressed hard against a warm furry surface.

    A hand slid down my side across the half circle of my harden breast, down my side, hip, and to the bend where my thigh joins my leg.

    The hand hesitated a moment and slid to the bed of hair where passion is lord. I could not breath for the throws of desire running up through my body and then over taking my mind.

    The vapor pulled away from me and the voice began to speak.

    “I can stay no longer my love. Come, follow me. Come be with me forever.”

    The smoke-like form began to slip into the glittering shield.

    “Don’t go,” my mind screamed.

    But it was gone.

    “Come to me”, the voice called.

    “What do I do, trust that all this is real and step into the place? But what if it is only my imagination?
    What if I step out and it is only ice or something else slick and I slip and fall?
    What if someone sees me? They will think I’m crazy.”

    The time to make a decision is here.

    “What should I do?”

  23. July 22, 2006    

    “See. I told you this is where we left it.”

    “Freakin’ sand storms…So what do we do know?”

    “I dunno. We could move back in. I mean, it is our house.”

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