Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Fallen angels!-----[Fiction] Friday
[Fiction] Friday Challenge for October, 5 2007:
Use the first line of a nursery rhyme (your choice) to start your own story.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
born on the same day
inseparable since birth
both always had a say
about what went on in
the other’s life. toddler
days were not to be seen
for sometime now, even
childhood was left behind
adolescent feelings driven
to core. hormones bubbled
jumping forth. unfamiliar it
was too. step that stumbled
was no surprise. climbing hill
was but only an excuse. dread
after the deed added to thrill
to escape from parent's fury
they fell and faked self-injury!
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fiction friday,
rhymed poetry
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13 comments:
Hilarious.
Gautami, you have a sly way of getting your point across. ;)
Rose
xo
very crafty... if the deed is what i think it was......
Nice! :-)
That's great, Gautami! How on Earth do you come up with such sly works?
kind of fun reading this. Nice job.
You were so clever with this one. Guess your writers block is over!
i like this gautami. from half of a twin, i can understand this so well. =)
Nursery rhymes have much more to them than tha meets th eye. I just want o highlight that aspect!
Thanks!
ohhh... another story behind the story
great!
love what you did with this :)
Very creative! Enjoyed this one.
twins? oh interesting; i always assumed they were bf/gf; wishing I had the ability to write like you!
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