The
old house was hidden beneath pine needles. Ribs and bones; Entrails
of life past; Remnants
discovered in the woods by children. Quiescence.
The
woods are wild: A gentle lapping to devour corporeality.
This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. Pick 33 words at random from page 33 of Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout.
intense! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sandy! Looking forward to your post.
DeleteWhew. That was full and heavy. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks! That was a neat exercise.
DeleteYou did it well..! Conveyed mood..
ReplyDeleteWow, that is something. Entrails of life past.. so nicely composed.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece
ReplyDeletea very impressive piece :)
ReplyDeleteI get a sort of...waiting sensation reading this. Probably just me being weird lol
ReplyDeleteThat was brilliant! Very eloquently written.
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ReplyDeleteWell done!
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteUgh. My usual technique for judging is just NOT going to work this weekend. I have stars next to every single entry. I love them all. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou've created an eerie scene. Amazing how each story is so different.
ReplyDeleteentrails of life past . . . lovely thought - just - just - wow!
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ReplyDeleteNot sure how to follow old Anonymous there but, anyway, your scene has that nice degree of ominous overtones to it that all spooky old houses in the woods should have. Nicely painted picture of what it looks like when something is waiting to happen.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a great entry-loved the last line:-)
ReplyDeleteRibs and bones; Entrails of life past
ReplyDeleteThis was just gorgeous.
Use of corporeality!!!
Love the imagery in this.
ReplyDeletethis was one of my favorite. outstanding word choices.
ReplyDeleteI reviewed your book on the amazon. loved it.