It is Wordy Wednesday again. I want to thank Flighty of Flying Sofa for taking part last week. Do go and check his entry out, I was impressed. Very poetic.
For those of you here for the first time Wordy Wednesday is where we write a 100 -200 piece from a pictorial prompt that I source from Wikipedia Commons. You post your story and then put a link to it in my comments so that others can go and read it. You have till the 18th Dec to write your piece it can be prose or poetry. You don’t have to be a clever writer you just have to love words. Many of us have secret desires to write books but don’t know where to start. This exercise gets the creative juices flowing and who knows where it will end up. But primarily this is just a bit of fun.
This week’s prompt:
Paul came to a halt. Breathing heavily he clung to the rail and wondered whether he would ever reach the top of the steps. As his breath quietened, he listened.
Good, he straightened himself and looked all around, no sign of life.
He took off his backpack and got the bottle of mineral water out and took a long drink. The dry brittle leaves will tell me if someone is coming he thought as he put the water back in his pack. Wiping his brow Paul wearily started again on the climb. The top was still a long way off, but it was doable if he paced himself.
Paul had only gone a couple of metres when he heard the hounds yelping in excitement. Gulping with terror, he ran for his life.
They had found him….
It would be so cool if you can join in; I would love to see what this picture prompts you to create. We are all so different and have different takes on life.
My Reading this week has been limited, but I have enjoyed rereading a book that I read years ago by Colin Forbes Double Jeopardy. I found it in a bag of paperbacks I was asked to take to the op shop for a neighbour. Most of them were romances but this one shone out like a beacon! (Sorry, I am not a romance reader!) Like a lot of writers Forbes early books were wonderful (and this one was an early story, but as time went on he repeated the format and became predictable. Makes me wonder whether writers only have a certain number of good books in them, or if they are bowing to the pressure of publishers wanting more of the same for sales?
Happy reading and writing.