Monthly Archives: December 2011

This is the second part of this beginning:

‘Jenna sighed as the doorbell rang.  The last time she’d seen him she was a fifteen year old klutz with a crush.  The sound of male voices and laughter drew her to the door.  She smiled at his stunned expression and didn’t notice the puddle of melted snow on the wood floor.’

 The moment of silence seemed to last for ages.  She swept past him and he stepped aside reluctantly, almost slipping on the wet wood floor. He watched this beautiful swan whom he could only remember as an ugly duckling, cursing his stupidity at casting her aside all those years ago.  

Another twist on the 100 word challenge.  This week we are to write 50 words under the theme ‘The Season’ and then later in the week, we choose someone else’s writing and add 50 words to make an ending.  What a great idea! (I used to love playing ‘consequences’ as a child).

If you’d like to read others or even take part yourself, take a look at Julia’s Place http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2011/12/19/5050-word-challenge-week24/

Mine’s a bit of a tear-jerker this week, just to remind us all that ‘The Season’ isn’t always a happy time for people.

In western countries they’ll be sitting at the table now, greedily attacking the golden roast, inhaling the delicious smells of gravy and cranberry sauce.  Here, grovelling in the dust, plagued by flies, the emaciated child whimpers pitifully for want of a few grains of rice and some clean, fresh water.

Well, once again, Julia set us an epic challenge.  We were to write a piece about Christmas dinner which would fit to the tune of a Christmas carol or song.  On top of that, it was to try and be 100 words.

Ah well, two out of three wasn’t too bad.  I chose ‘Good King Wenceslas’ but then realised that the verses are made up of two parts, therefore I couldn’t get it down to 100 words and went well over.

Sorry, Julia!

Here goes – Christmas lunch from a mother’s point of view – sing along!

Up at seven really dark

Get the oven on low

To the garage, such a lark

Fetch that turkey in Flo

What? You’ve dropped it on the floor?

Never mind just wash it,

Shove it in and shut the door

They will still all nosh it

Pud is in the microwave

Only takes a minute

Get your fingers off that, Dave

Starter’s burned, just bin it

Who will peel the sprouts today?

Don’t all jump at once though

I’ll do carrots, you just play

Glass of Sherry number four

Bottle’s empty get some more

I am feeling merry

Dropped the stuffing on the floor

They are hungry, hurry

Table’s set, it’s chaos here

Check the state of the roast

Turkey’s black but never fear

We can just have beans on toast!