Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
Twelve months ago I created Marianne & Jimmy in Life In A Small Town and today that story continues with Life In A Small Town Part Ten. You can find part one here, part two here, part three here, part four here, part five here, part six here and part seven, part eight here, and part nine here, part ten, part 11, I sincerely hope you enjoy it!
At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: coffee ~ humidity ~ most ~ draft ~ blue ~ burlap
They were submitted by: http://www.southernbellecharm.com/
The heat and humidity woke her first, but the pain and stiffness followed them immediately. She didn’t know where she was or even why. She had been on her way to meet Michael at her parent’s house and after that everything was a blank. She could tell she was in a barn somewhere, but she couldn’t move more than a foot in any direction because of the chain that was hooked to her ankle.
She pulled and tugged on the thick chain hoping it would break but it seemed to be the ONLY sturdy thing in the stall she was locked in. Whoever had put her there had taken the time to cover all of the openings with burlap so that she couldn’t see where she was. Maybe it’s because I would recognize this place and that means that maybe I will get to leave at some point. The only thing visible was small bits of blue that she could see through the roof of the dilapidated barn.
“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE HELP!” She screamed until her voice was raw and scratchy. She sunk down into the dirt giving into the desperation that she was feeling. What she wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee…and a hammer. Hammer…maybe she could find something to help her get loose.
She moved as far as she could, looking around on the ground, on the walls, stuck on a post anywhere, but there was nothing. Just the straw on the ground, and the cold draft pouring into the old barn. She still had the clothes she was wearing last night and thankfully she had grabbed a sweater, but if it got any colder out her sweater wasn’t going to help her out much. “Better than nothing,” she said to herself.
She felt as if she were being watched. Like a pet in a cage. She turned in a full circle and when she saw who was standing at the edge of the stall she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “You?!?” she screamed. “Why? Haven’t caused enough harm? I’ll kill you if I get my hands on you.” “Please, Marianne the most you’re going to do is beg for mercy!”
Stay tuned next month for part 13!
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.bakinginatornado.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Wannabe Linguistics https://wannabelinguistics.tumblr.com/