It's time for the 2nd Writer Campaign Challenge. Here are all the rules and choices. I put a "check" in red against those that I chose to do. If you'd like to take a look at the original post at Rachel Harrie's, please go here.
My flash and pitch are below the prompts and rules.
Prompt 1: Check
Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person’s leg is cut. The other person has wet hair.
Prompt 2: Check
Do one or more of the following:
- Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words) Check
- Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts Check
Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words) Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”. Complete at least three of the above activities and tie them all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme in your post or leave us to guess what it might be)
- Write in a genre that is not your own Check
- Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing. After the Challenge closes, you may wish to re-post your revised piece(s), and I’ll include a Linky List at the bottom of this post for those wishing more feedback on their revisions (note: revised entries will not be judged, so please label clearly your original post and your revisions. Please do not offer critique unless someone asks for it, as per the usual blogging conventions. If you do ask for critique, make sure you ask for it clearly so people know you want it, and please be prepared to receive feedback that may not be 100% glowing. If you are a critiquer, please be tactful and courteous, and remember to provide positives as well as negatives.) Check
The freezing wind gave me a chill that I was sure would never leave me again. I got drenched when the bomb exploded and the bridge collapsed. I was lucky though, I barely had a scratch on me. My assigned partner, Greg, wasn’t so lucky. I dragged his unconscious body and propped it against a rusted bridge support that left an orangey streak on Greg’s clothes. Among other things, I was trained as a first aid medical nurse. Within the resistance movement, everyone had multiple roles – we couldn’t afford not to. Greg had a deep cut on his left leg. I shuddered and poured the peroxide I had in my bag, and bandaged the wound the best I could, hoping it was enough. I leaned against the other side of the support beam and allowed myself to close my eyes for just a quick minute. An image of my child, dressed in a red coat and running along the promenade, flashed in my mind - the last time I saw her before joining the resistance against the Nazis. I had to get back to her. I had to, I thought as I finally heard the sound of familiar voices.
Pitch for the book (95 words):
When her husband was captured and killed by the Nazi forces, Anna knew the only thing she could do for herself and her child was to join the resistance. With the child safe with her relatives abroad, Anna threw herself body and soul into the fight. She never thought she would find love again, much less with a fellow resistance fighter. But when Greg was assigned as her partner, he taught her that there’s still much to live for. Now, Anna also fights to preserve this love and get them both back to her daughter.
It was interesting to write in a genre that I usually don't write in. I had fun with this.