Sunday, September 12, 2010
Give wings to your imagination
Let us have some fun. We would be posting a picture regularly on this blog and you have to write a story based on that picture. Kindly keep in mind that your story must have a proper beginning and a proper end. You can post a story of 100-500 words in the comments while anyting greater than that should be posted as a link. The most creative story every month will win a word of appreciation from The Writing Lab team, because nothing is more precious for a writer than appreciation. Here is the first picture:
We look forward to reading your crazy imagination!
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“Eugene, I’m in a real jam, and I was wondering if you can help me out.”
ReplyDelete“What’s the problem, Mike?”
“A collections guy is out there, about to repossess my car in the parking lot. Can you talk to him for me? Throw in some of those accounting terms and legalese stuff you do so well. I’ll owe you big time, if you can convince them to leave me alone.”
“So you’re telling me you need MY muscle to get you out of trouble?”
“Ha! I guess I am!”
"Well, let's go and kick some butt."
"Wait, wait, wait," Elliott said, intrigued. "So you're telling me that if I go through that door behind you, I'll be made over from a mild-mannered accountant into a brutish Adonis like you?"
ReplyDelete"Yup," replied Reese. "You even get a new, cool name. Like Reese, for instance. Anything would be better than Elliott, man. It just screams 'nerd'."
"Do I get that fierce scowl of yours, too? Is that part of the package?" Elliot teased.
Reese seemed confused. "Huh?"
"Was your intellect affected by the change, Reese, or were you always this slow?" questioned Elliott, beginning to see the downside of forced physical perfection.
"My who?" Reese inquired stupidly. "My internet?"
"Ah, I see," Elliott surmised. "Well, then. Thank you very much for the offer my friend, but I'm afraid I will just have to remain nerdy old Elliot, with my cerebrum intact. Good day, then."
Reese watched Elliott's back as he walked away.
"Poor fella," he thought. "I hope he at least finds a good doctor to take care of that serebum attack. That sounds painful."
@Rebecca -> That can be called imaginative. Well done! We look forward to something even crazier, even more imaginative than this one!
ReplyDelete"Yeah, er, uh, Wallace, can I grab you a minute. Can you come over to my area. I need to talk to someone urgently about my fears."
ReplyDelete"Sure, Erwin. Let's go where we can talk."
"I should have listened to my new girl. Joanie begged me. She implored me. She said over and over, 'Don't read Jung's Red Book. You're not ready to confront the unconscious right now.' But would I listen? Hell no. And it's bringing up my own dark family secrets and all that chaos and horror. I am in crisis, Wally."
"Erwin, we've known each other how long now? About six years since you came to work here in the mailroom. I think if you had come to me and told me you were planning to read it I would have told you straight out that you were in no position to start exploring the unplumbed depths of the human psyche. I mean you only broke up with Tiffany less than a month ago. You only just moved out of your parents' house, and then your Corvette got stolen. It's just too much."
"But, Wally, I'm a sucker for books lavishly decorated and illuminated by richly colored and densely symbolic images, and it's hard to pass something like that up. I just had to go to that flame."
"Listen, Ernie, you were stable and relatively calm when you were reading Heidegger. Go back to him now. That's what I suggest."
"You know Being and Time was also an aesthetic object of great precision and beauty. I guess I fall for the visually lush and dense sort of beauty found in both books, although Being and Truth was somehow not as agitating."
"Ernie, Ernie, let's go grab a nice greasy burger tonight and put this sort of talk behind us. Maybe we can bowl for an hour or so, have a couple brewskis."
"I know I need to get my mind off of the relations between textual/visual aesthetics and the unconscious; the use of an essentially medieval literary form to delineate a profoundly modern search for self; the practical importance of creativity and design in charting the hidden landscapes of human experience and all the rest of that bull. I just don't know if I can let go. I am so into it."
"You'll be fine. Stick with me. We'll have some Buds, bowl, a nice burger. Did you catch that game last night?"
"No, missed it. I was watching a great Touched By An Angel rerun. Love that show. Never miss it."
Dad, that guy just told me "There's no Easter bunny." You haven't been lying to me have you?
ReplyDeleteEaster Bunny! That was sure a witty one! But we would have loved it much more if you had made a story out of the same. Nevertheless, fantastic. We like it.
ReplyDeleteThis was really fun, thank you. Can't wait for the next picture!
ReplyDelete@Rebecca-> Thank you for the enthusiastic response. We will be posting the next picture really soon. And we promise it is going to be much tougher than this one.
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