Finally, I'm back in the swing with my favourite (and admittedly only) writers group over at inkpaperpen. After moving house and having no Internet for nigh on three weeks, I felt like I was going a little insane! So here I go with this weeks exercise!
Photo by Kristy at HouseofProwse
This week we have an exercise based on a photo by Kristy at House of Prowse.
Write On Wednesdays Exercise 7 - Sit under a tree and write: Find yourself a quiet spot. Set a timer for 5 minutes. Take a look at Kristy's Tree Photo. Write the first words that come into your head. Keep writing whatever comes into your head. Stop when the buzzer rings. Do this exercise over and over if you wish. If like me, you struggle with visual prompts, perhaps try sitting under a tree to write. I have heard that changing your usual writing place can spark new inspiration. Try it and see. Do both if you please!
Out on a Limb.....
The girl; skinny and scruffy, caught in the awkward stage of pre-adolescence, wrapped her lithe, little body around the base of the tree. Then, using her spider-like limbs, she quickly scaled the trunk, almost gracefully. She scrambled confidently onto a low hanging branch.....where she sat, swinging her legs - legs covered in the scrapes and bruises of childhood. She regarded her younger sister, her feet still firmly planted on the ground -with a mixture of glee and exasperation.
'C'mon Chicken Little' she teased, her voice dripping with contempt at her sisters lack of joie de vivre
'Bet you can't climb as high as me!'
She swung herself around the branch so that her knees hooked around the rough surface of the bark and then, let herself fall, so she hung upside down. Her cheeky monkey face split into a wide grin.
"Chicken Little, Chicken Little' she called to her sibling.
"Come down now Suzie!' demanded the younger girl. "Mama says it's not lady-like to climb trees!'
Suzie stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.
Then, gripping the branch with both arms she rolled herself back around...easily, effortlessly. She quickly sprang to her feet and ran daintily along the branch - back to the trunk - where she proceeded to climb upwards, out of her sister's vision. Enclosed in the canopy of leaves near the top, Suzie felt she could stay up there forever. Hiding. Safe in her little tree-cocoon.
Check out the wonderful group of writers over at Write on Wednesdays!