Eleven-One


She falls into rushing river, fingers seizing shapeless air, river dashing her beneath the wooden bridge bearing blue graffiti: forever young.

Indeed.

Someone must fulfill the prophesy.

Do you blame me my choice?



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Gruesome flash - or blink - fiction for the Trifecta Writing Challenge: Thirty-three words continuing the story based upon these lines from Maggie Stiefvater: "It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."  

November 1 gusted in with howling wind and heavy rain. The stream in the nearby woods is nearly impassable and the roots of the silver maples cling to the banks.


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Eleven-One

Friday, November 1, 2013

Eleven-One


She falls into rushing river, fingers seizing shapeless air, river dashing her beneath the wooden bridge bearing blue graffiti: forever young.

Indeed.

Someone must fulfill the prophesy.

Do you blame me my choice?



* * * 

Gruesome flash - or blink - fiction for the Trifecta Writing Challenge: Thirty-three words continuing the story based upon these lines from Maggie Stiefvater: "It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."  

November 1 gusted in with howling wind and heavy rain. The stream in the nearby woods is nearly impassable and the roots of the silver maples cling to the banks.


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12 Comments:

At November 1, 2013 at 3:13 PM , Blogger Valerie Boersma said...

"...fingers seizing shapeless air..."

That is a superb piece of imagery! Forever young, indeed! This was a gorgeous 33 words!

 
At November 2, 2013 at 5:46 AM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

Very nicely done, and great transition from original story into yours

 
At November 2, 2013 at 6:30 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Valerie!

 
At November 2, 2013 at 6:31 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks! Had to check the room yesterday it was so windy and rainy here.

 
At November 2, 2013 at 10:22 AM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

Sad, but so beautifully written (also like the seizing at shapeless air.)

 
At November 2, 2013 at 8:47 PM , Blogger Draug said...

I like this. Well done.

 
At November 3, 2013 at 4:13 AM , Blogger Trifecta said...

I love me some shapeless air. Another great write. Thanks for linking up.

 
At November 3, 2013 at 9:58 AM , OpenID cherrypickens said...

For me, it's the blue graffiti that stands out. A flash of color in the rapid tumble of the river, and the reminder that when we die young, we stay young.

 
At November 3, 2013 at 4:25 PM , Blogger Ivy said...

This is fantastic! Love the details (shapeless air, graffiti). Very well done. :)

 
At November 3, 2013 at 10:19 PM , Blogger Atreyee said...

The last line chilled me to the core-did she push the other one in-just so that a prophecy could come true-oh!Fantastic writing Kelly:-)

 
At November 4, 2013 at 2:39 AM , Blogger kymm said...

fingers seizing shapeless air - there is such a lovely ring to that, such a horrific image.
: )

 
At November 4, 2013 at 8:09 AM , Blogger Kir said...

it is all beautiful , the words, the analogy, the sacrifices we make to fulfill others, to save others, in love of others. It makes my heart hurt with the responsibility of it all.

 

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