The Writers’ Platform Building Campaign, hosted by Rach Writes, is cool way for writers and active bloggers to reach out and network with other like-minded people, thus building our own platforms and helping others to build theirs. The Campaign runs from August 22nd to October 31st and will include three Campaigner Challenges, the last of which I’m posting TODAY!
Here are the parameters:
Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:
- that it’s morning,
- that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach
- that the MC (main character) is bored
- that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting
- that something surprising happens.
Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: “synbatec,” “wastopaneer,” and “tacise” (these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them!).
And here is my entry:
On the Pier
The steady cry of complaining seagulls conveys her mood perfectly: Ugh.
The sun has yet to clear the horizon, but she’s awake. Wait—not just awake, because that wouldn’t be so bad. Nope. She’s out of bed, dressed, and… exercising?
She is not a runner. She’s barely a walker, and never before coffee. But here she is, huffing and puffing, trying not to become fed up with the monotony of one foot in front of the other.
Synbatec, wastopaneer, tacise… Mentally, she reviews SAT words in an effort to stay upright.
All because of you.
Because when your smiling voice called a smitten girl to invite her out for an impromptu weekend run, she couldn’t decline. Even if that run was scheduled for an ungodly hour. Even if her athleticism is severely lacking. Even if sweating in the presence of a cute boy is, like, the Eighth Deadly Sin.
The torturous jog continues. Together, you pass a washed-up fish, silvery scales dulled, smothered with flies. She catches a whiff of rot. Even though her stomach turns over, she resolves to keep her mood from plunging completely.
The sleepiness, the exertion, the fish—ick!—they’re worth it, because you’re huffing and puffing right next to her. Somehow, though, you make huffing and puffing look good.
“Ready for a cool down?” you ask, slowing to a walk.
Is she ever! She flashes you a grateful smile and dabs her glistening brow oh-so delicately.
You lead her to the pier and, thoughtfully, pull her hood up to ward off the morning chill. She smiles; now she matches you.
Though she’s all-too aware of why she’s here—exercise? No way!—she keeps wondering why you invited her.
But when you lean in to kiss her, the sun crests the horizon, gloriously bright, and she knows.
My favorite of all three challenges, I think. Which one did you like best, Campaigners? And don’t forget to visit Rachel’s blog to vote for the entries you love. Mine’s number 105. 🙂