I’m not a rule breaker, but I am a rule-find-a-way-arounder.
The 100-word writing challenge from Madison Woods isn’t supposed to be submitted until Friday on her website, but that doesn’t mean I can’t post mine on Thursday here on my blog. I had a lot of positive reactions last week, and I gained a bunch of followers from her readers. When I saw the picture, I knew exactly what I was going to write. afterward, I had such a physical reaction that I couldn’t wait.
Please feel free to write your creative piece – prose or poetry or anything – and submit it on her site on Friday. It’s fun, and you learn something too. I learned something already – that there’s something wrong with me because this is only supposed to be an intro to a writing assignment, and the word “I” has appeared eleven times. Talk about self centered.
The sound came first. Pounding above like a rumbling truck. Heavy rain. She was walking alone, fell into an unseen hole. It collapsed. Brace arms, arch back, make air pocket, yell for help, don’t panic.
It worked, but uncounted hours in total dark, buried, screaming, drying her up. Dirt in her eyes, ears, nose, mouth. She turned her head, tongue stretched to catch the rain seeping through three feet of earth. Beneath her, the crying kitten she saved.
But the rain was increasing. Kitten struggled in mud. Her back weakened. The water was rising. She was sinking.