Subject: ...words fail me.
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Posted on: 2011-09-07 16:37:00 UTC
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Subject: ...words fail me.
Author:
Posted on: 2011-09-07 16:37:00 UTC
*worships*
I hereby propose a writing game. It's something we used to do in my creative writing class, using photography magazines. Basically, File The Plothole, Photo Edition. It goes like this: One person posts several interesting photos, or links to them, numbered 1 through however many. Either give a brief, fitting description, or not.
And then we write short stories about the how and why of these photos, and post some photos of our own.
For this game, photos like this:
1: http://www.flickr.com/photos/manikol/6104144693/
2: http://www.flickr.com/photos/canon-eos/6096090759/
3: http://www.flickr.com/photos/williams253/6098501356/
4: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wildzone51/6106802095/
are better than photos like this:
5: http://www.flickr.com/photos/22881422@N02/6095233939/
6: http://www.flickr.com/photos/johncoffee/6093480855/
7: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmitrysavin/6107368348/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmitry_savin/6107368348/
because there's more to speculate on and make up.
They can be photos you found, photos you took, photos you went on flickr and accudentally ran into, whathaveyou. The only rule for photos is that they should be interesting.
You can write about your favourite canon, your own little world, your neighbour, whatever. Post your writing here, or somewhere else and link it here, with a link to the photo you wrote about, and a few photos of your own, if you feel like it.
PS: If it's still there, I'll post a photo later of the thing I found in town yesterday that made me remember this game.
This looks like fun - I especially like #1 and #2. I'll definitely have to write something for one of these...
As for a photo, I love this one:
8: [http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:LaserTowardsMilkyWaysCentre.jpg]
It's the Wikimedia Commons Picture of the Year 2010, but I thought it was just too cool to pass up.
And gets my creativity going a bit more than the others, but yes, it would be more of a serious story than a silly story, which the first four pics definitely have a mood for. Even so, here's a little story inspired by that pic:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/john_coffee/6093480855/
The Stairwell
Ten... eleven... twelve...
Rufus' gaze lifted from the step before him, falling over rows textured gray bricks, worn two by fours and tattered metal railing, his vision finally obscured by the brilliant light that flooded the top floors of the building.
Twelve is good. Today felt like a 'twelve' day. He reverently retreated back down the stairway, his footfalls cautious so as to not cause the wood to groan. It had taken a week of passing by that abandoned stairwell before he built up the courage to take the first step. At this point, a month later, it wasn't fear or anxiety that kept him from sprinting up the rest of the way. It wasn't about finding out what was at the top of the stairs, it was about pushing himself forward.
Some days he'd go a bit farther than other days - when he got a bicycle for his birthday he made it up the first flight. When Colette waved at him he made it up two. When news that his father wasn't coming back from overseas arrived, he stood on the very first step for hours.
He idly wondered if he'd ever see that top of that abandoned stairwell; not out of curiosity for what existed at the top, but for what life had in store for him to propel him that high.
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