How did it go yesterday? Did you find Day 1’s image inspiring? Did you start #Writober with a bang? Jump in with both feet? Or is today the day? If you are starting today, Welcome, I’m glad you’re here.
Here’s our visual inspiration for the 2nd of #Writober:
This image reminds me of the Peter Jackson film with Michael J. Fox The Frighteners. It definitely lends to ideas of ghosts and a haunted house, but what else could it be? And are those hands giving a hug, or is this the moment before something sinister?
#vss: very short story
A luring voice, full of love and understanding pulled her in. Hands came from the wall like a warm, encompassing hug. She was never seen again.
Can you think of any isms to describe the wall, the hands, the woman? Head over to #pessimisticmoustache and play along.
Today’s theme is: We write because we must
On the OctPoWriMo website it also suggests that today be a shape poem and has a link to Shadow Poetry. This is a great resource. On the Poetry Types page, there are charts with links to examples of traditional and invented poetry types to explore.
Humans Need Stories
Can this challenge work with our #Writober 2 image? Why not? The woman can be an elementary teacher. She’s going to need to take that dress to the laundromat. She could save some lives while stuck in traffic on the way to said laundromat.
Or, those arms coming out of the wall could be trapped Oompa Loompas who definitely can’t read cursive. When she gets them out of the walls, she kicks them out of the house. They have nowhere to go and in a dark alley are mistaken by animal control for nutria rats and taken to an animal shelter. The person who runs the animal shelter tries to help them integrate into society, but in the process, they spend all of his money.
And to use all of the elements? Let’s say as part of joining society, the Oompa Loompas end up in the elementary teacher’s classroom to learn to read cursive only to find out that she doesn’t teach cursive anymore. Eventually, frustrated, homeless and unable to pass for humans, the Oompa Loompas sneak back into the elementary teacher’s walls and they all live happily ever after (or they “haunt” her until she goes insane) .
Love the hand poem …
I’ve been doing the octpowrimo challenge …
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