Wednesday, 21 September 2005
Creative, Ink! September Meeting
The meeting was really good! People did turn up, my writing was well-received, and there was much discussion and writing game fun! And someone new turned up, despite the fact that I haven't bothered with publicity for a while, due to busyness. Plans have been finalised for what I want/need to do for the group before I leave for Devon, and things are looking promising! Yay!
As a treat for those who cannot access all the exciting areas of this site, here's the silly story I wrote during the writing game. The five words I was given were: teeth, hoist, drive, Doberman, night. The result was:
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As Bert turned down Ayrberry Drive, Pete gave a shout: "Look, over there! Park here, quick!"
Bert stopped the car close to the pavement and looked in the direction of Pete's finger. It was too dark for him to see anything.
"Where?"
Pete and Frank ignored him and jumped out of the car. Bert tried to follow as they disappeared into the night. By the time he reached the corner, they were nowhere to be seen and he was severely out of breath. He stood there wheezing for a few moments, and then decided to return to the car.
As he reached the car door, he heard a growl.
"Uh-oh..."
"What?" Frank called as he reappeared as if by magic.
"It's in the car," Bert hissed.
"What is?"
"The Doberman is in the car!"
"Does it still have the doll?"
Bert peered in the window and the dog barked, baring its teeth. He jumped back.
"Yes. In its mouth. It's ruined."
"Who cares? We got it! Let's go!"
"What?" Bert glared at Frank.
"Get in the car and drive to the house. I'll meet you there."
"You get in the car! I am not attempting to get in with that thing!"
"Fine," Frank marched up to the car and tried to door, "um, Bert?"
"What?"
"Where are the keys?"
They both bent down and gazed in the window. The dog barked and they fell backwards.
"What on Earth did you leave them in the ignition for?" Frank yelled as he stood up and rubbed his aching backside.
"You two ran off so fast - I didn't think."
"But you put the handbrake on?"
"Yeah, I don't want the car rolling away on this steep incline."
"Oh, but leaving the keys on plain view in the ignition in this neighbourhood is ok?"
"Shut up," Bert grumbled and glowered, "where's Pete? He'll have a plan."
"I lost him."
"You lost him?"
"Yeah," Frank shrugged, "listen. Do you know anyone with a pick-up truck?"
"No. Why?"
"Well, somehow we need to hoist that car up and drag it back. If Emily doesn't get her doll back, she'll never go to sleep."
"Even if we get the car back to the house, and even if we can get inside..." Bert paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "HOW are you going to wrestle the doll from that beast?"
Frank thought for a moment. "I thought you were going to do that."
"No. She's not my daughter."
"Oh. So... what do we do?"
Bert sighed, "Boarding a ship for Spain sounds like a good idea to me."
"What? Are you crazy?"
"Our wives are going to kill us if we don't get that doll back. You got a better plan?"
Frank scratched his head and groaned, "Come on - the docks are this way."
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So, what do you think?
