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)
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!