Info: I did not have much time tonight to continue with yesterdays theme, so I shall present you with some doodles..
Format: Short Story
Info: Rough Introduction of a short story.
He walked down the stone steps, the light from his torch barely making any difference to the darkness.
“This is stupid. What sort of family tradition is it that we have to descend into darkness to check on an empty room every two days?”
He eventually came to the foot of the steps, and started his way down the long tunnel that wound its way towards the hills behind the house.
“I wish the old man would hurry up and die, as soon as I get the inheritance, I’m selling Berkley Hall and heading off to some warm country to enjoy it. No. first I’m filling this passage up with concrete!!!”
He arrived at the massive wooden doors, and took the key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock.
“What is the point, the room will be the same today as it was two days ago, hell the room has not changed in the five months I’ve been doing this since the old man had his fall”
He unlocked and forced the heavy door open, and stepped into the room.
It was a large empty room, dominated by the large round stone table in the center with nine throne like chairs spread around it, and the strange gap where a tenth chair may have been at one time.
“See, an empty locked room, the same empty locked room as before. Stupid family traditions, when will the old man die!”
He closed the door behind him, locked it and started back on the long walk back to the house. As he did an ancient torch set into the wall behind one of the thrones burst into flame…….
Info: Tell me why I don’t like mondays?
Monday comes but once a week,
it turns the strong into the weak.
It’s been known to make grown men cry,
but we can survive it if we try.
So lets stand together side by side,
and from this day we shall hide.
If we can just keep Monday at bay,
we may just survive until Tuesday.
Info: It will not stop raining!!!
The rain just won’t stop falling
it’s really getting quite appalling
even if you go out fully cloaked
you’ll still wind up getting soaked
it’s been raining for such a long time
everything getting covered in slime
I can’t remember the last time the sun was out
at least this year we wont have a drought
there is one thing I’d like to ask
and it’s only a simple task
please rain will you go away
and don’t come back another day!
Info: Day 1. I though I would kick this years challenge off with a suitable poem…
It is that time of the year again,
to try and kick-start my sleeping brain.
So for the next one hundred days,
I’ll be creative in many different ways.
Maybe I’ll write a Story, a Poem, or Play,
and post my updates once every day.
Maybe I’ll give drawing, or doodling a spin,
so pen’s at the ready and lets begin!
Yes it is that time of year again, where I try and combat the meh of Writers Block, Artistic Avoidance, and a general all round lack of enthusiasm with the 100 day challenge based on The 100 day challenge. The last few years have led to two published short stories, and contributed to a little book of poetry. Who knows what this year will bring.
Once again the rules are pretty straightforward. The event is 100 Days long, and for each of those 100 days, something creative must be done. This “Creativeness” can be either a stand alone bit of art, writing, poetry, interpretive dance, etcetera or a larger piece worked on over any number of days. In the case of the larger pieces of work, daily updates must be posted to avoid any claims of “cheating”.
So, Pens at the ready, the 100 Days starts on March 1st!