Category: scribbles


Scribbles and Bits writing Challenge #4′ picture challenge

This weeks challenge is a picture challenge. A tribute to the dark, if you will. But as well a tribute to a man who has long been considered a literary icon Mr. Clive Barker.

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This week I would like Clive to inspire all of you. I want you to use this image as the basis for….. something. Write something that is somehow based around or inspired by this image. Any genre, any length. Then come back and post the link here so that we can all enjoy what Clive has inspired and awakened within yourself. 

Now get scribbling.

and make us proud.. write on!

So this is challenge number 4 set up by the creator of the scribbles and bits challenge… I will do my best…

Asleep

The guttural screams and gnashing of teeth surrounded me… the stench of bile and acidic spittle fills my nostrils as their taunts consumed my thoughts.

“your worthless”

“no one loves you”

 

“she will never care for you”

 

Each demon taking a bite out of my soul with every bullet of hate flying from its forked tongue… one festering mouthful at a time. Each trying to top the last to see who could cut the deepest…

“just die and give up no one cares”

“your never going to be anything special to anyone”

“Your own mother wanted you to be dead”

Slowly they started to fade… the feelings lingered though as they always did, most people dreamed of good places and of loved ones. But as I slept, I wrestled demons. Turning off my alarm… the one sound that always chased them away I walk to my shower feeling as if I had been beaten with a stick as I slept, stopping to look in the mirror expecting to see cuts and bruises I only saw myself looking back at me, for a moment I imagine my reflection looking at me in disgust.

Just another day… each night the teeth seem sharper and much more real, each morning looking for the proof and finding only my own disapproving self staring back at me. If life is only what we make it… I want to know how I made this and how I can unmake it.

Just another day at the office… clock in… check email… set up the day… trudge through the dim lights and fight the urge to just walk out. But walk out to what I always ask myself… what do “you” have to go to? The answer is always the same… nothing. But today was a little different… today I had not know it then, but this day my life would change.

Going to the coffee shop the folks behind the counter start making my drink as I walk through the door, so regular is my life that even strangers can predict what I want. Making small talk and thanking them with an outward smile I make my way to my truck when my life changed… at first I thought it might be a figment of my imagination, the shadow we think we see out of the corner of our eyes but when we look it is never really there. But no… when I looked it was there… it looked as shocked as I did when I looked right at it… one of the demons from my sleep, one of the creatures that waits for me to rob me of my rest and leave me weary each day.

It’s eye blinked twice once top to bottom like ours, then once side to side, then they narrowed and it charged at me. Almost blending in with its surroundings it leaped at me I attempted to duck down then sharply I fell forward, my feet being pulled out from under me, rolling to my back I could see another one under my truck. Clawing at my legs as I kicked to get free… another started to jump from the bed of my truck as I felt the teeth of the first I saw sink into my shoulder… I screamed for help… for anyone… but no car stopped no one seemed to even see me and then they started to fade away.

I jumped up quickly trying to get away but it was dark and with a hard smash I hit my knee on something. I reached out and tuned on the light as I stared back at myself in my own bathroom… I looked at my self in the mirror and saw no outward damage… just myself but this time I could really see the look of contempt as my reflection look back and I heard a whisper… “its only a matter of time…”

 

not the best thing I have written… but just something I threw together for the challenge…

Finding my way out of the dark

Finding my way out of the dark

I’ll take this opportunity to introduce you to one of the original Scribbles Challenge’s most diabolical inventions.. the “word salad.”

    You’ll be given a list of totally unconnected words and be asked to work them into a story, poem, etc. If you’re really feeling like pushing yourself you can try to do them in the order given.. I always did.. or in reverse order. you can italicize them or put them in color if you wish so we can admire how cleverly you used them.

      Ready? we’ll start with 6 words.. a little later we’ll have as many as 10 or 12. here’s your first six words..

      Yogurt, volunteer, clawhammer, synchronize, Goddess, Canada.

       As usual.. when you’ve posted your answer, copy your address bar and paste it here as a comment so we can all find your work and check it out. Make me proud, Scribblers.. write on!

 

 Ok folks… this time I will attempt to do this in order but with a twist… in under 4 sentenses…

 

 Yuck, I hate Yogurt! The Volunteer thought as he swung the claw hammer fixing the window to the pool house. The synchronize swimming team was working out and the Goddess from Canada was their instructor today pushing them hard as she ate that nasty stuff in the sun.

 

    Haha that was fun… lol Bring on the next challenge

welcome back scribblers! todays challenge requires you to answer 3 questions. you must choose one of the alternatives.. pick the one that you are more of the time. don’t proceed till you’ve answered the 3 questions.

1) are you happy.. or are you melancholy?

2)are you terse.. or are you wordy?

3) are you a poem person.. or a prose person?

 got your 3 answers? good.. now write something just opposite.

if you are a happy terse poet.. Write some melancholy wordy prose. if you are a melancholy wordy prose person write a happy terse poem. Got it?

   yes, this will take you out of your comfort zone.. but creative writing is about growing.. trying new things. you can do this.

1:  Melancholy

2:  Wordy

3:  Prose

 

 

  Ugh so I have to write a happy terse poem….

 

  Oh this is defiantly going to be a stretch for me, and just because of that I will lay it on thick!

 

   All natural…

 

  Sunshine warming…

  Butterflies swarming…

  Soft breeze enveloping you…

 

  Spring time blooming…

  Lovers swooning…

  Kisses soft and new…

 

  A new day dawns…

  Giving birth to fawns…

  Mother Nature at her best…

 

  New Love spawns…

  A child yawns…

  As he lays down to rest.

 

    Yeah yeah I know… it has no real point except being happy but I pushed through lol

 

Scribbles and Bits writing Challenge #1

There is this challenge on a conversation site… it’s a place I first started my first blog. Through many growing pains and issues on my end I drifted away from the site. I made many what I would consider life long friends there, people that not only tickled my mind, but touched my heart.

While I was there something was born called a scribbles challenge, it was basically a random challenge once a week that got your mind going and tempted you to write something. I have missed that, so many times I have looked at a blank screen wanting to write something… anything… feeling like there is so much inside me that needs to come out. That weekly challenge gave me a change to be creative and be challenged all at the same time.

The Scribbles challenge has gone through many changes, different people have picked it up and carried the flag at different points and it have been through many reincarnations… currently a great man has it, he called it, “Scribbles and Bits Challenge” I will link his blog at the bottom of this one… currently it is #29 but I am going to start at #1… my plan is to work my way through them and share them as I do them with all of you… please please please if you would like do the challenge with me post your own scribble according to what it is for the week… I will do several a week until I catch up.

So here we go… Scribbles and Bits writing Challenge #1:

“ SO your first Challenge: write a story, poem, essay, memoir.. whatever you like.. that includes the phrase “And that’s when I made my big mistake.” it can be fact or fiction, short or long.. but when you post your answer copy your address bar and paste here as a comment so we can all read what you’ve written. Make me proud and good scribbling! “

No One

Surrounded by doubt… weighed down by guilt… chained down by a life time of self loathing, unsureness, and hate. I stood up and began my day, just like any other day, get out clothes, get in shower, dry off, brush teeth, get dressed, eat, go to work… feeling like an old record with a scratch that kept skipping the same line of the same song over and over and over… until STOMP! You put your foot down and the needle jumps. You never know where it will land and what part of the album it will go to. You only know that it can not keep playing the same line over and over or you will lose your mind.

And that’s when I made my big mistake… I went to work… I quit. Emptied my desk and took everything that was mine… just walked out. No idea where I was going, or what I was doing but I just closed my eyes and jumped… but that was not enough. Rushing to the airport buying a ticket for the first flight out I headed to another place… stepping off that plane I had never felt so scared and so free in my life. No one knew me, no one cared for me, no one expected anything out of me, I was alone and I was no one. As good as it felt, the gravity of what I had done come crashing in over me like a tidal wave, with it all the broken bits of my life crashing into me like debris in the sea waters.

 

As I woke up my chest hurt, I looked around, and I noticed I was in my bed. My clothes were drenched I had been sweating like I had broken a fever, I looked at my phone and seeing the date and time I knew it was all just a dream… but deep inside a part of me wished it had been real… wished that the sea had taken me because for that small moment I felt more free that I had ever been in my life… for that one moment I was no one.

Ok ok don’t ask I am in an odd mood lol…. but here is a fiction short… and here is the link to the blog I got the challenge from… feel free to do this your self and if you do please let me know so I can read it. Thank you…

Smile… sometimes you have to… just to keep up the front.

 

http://pastormike.thoughts.com/posts/scribbles-and-bits-writing-challenge-1