Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Happy Earth Day!

Earth-DayIt’s Friday already?  I could have sworn it was only Wednesday.  In any case let’s wrap things up with some of Random Word Improv.

Whether you wrote a lot, a little, or none at all this week, a few minutes of Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.   It won’t turn back the clock, but hopefully it will leave you feeling refreshed and ready to face the rest of the day.

All right, let’s get started.  In honor of Earth Day here are this week’s specially selected “random” words.  Do with them what you will.

Today’s bonus word is:                   antediluvian

Today’s bonus phrase is:              “Mother Nature”

Here are the rest of today’s randomly selected random words:

Reuse                   salvage                 replenish                            restore

Green                   earth                     surroundings                     recycle

Health                  security                awareness                          sustainable

For any of you new to Random Word Improv, here’s how to play:

  1. Pick as many words from the list as you want
  2. Write the first line(s) of a story incorporating your words
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

Here’s a quote to get you into the Earth Day frame of mind.

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together … all things connect.” —Chief Seattle

Okay.  Are you ready?  Go tell us a story!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

You’re back.  Kind of fun, right?  Can’t wait to see what you have come up with.

I’ll be back later today with another installment of the “Cassie and Nicolai” serial story; in the meantime, happy writing.

5 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Happy Earth Day!

  1. Okay, I think I got all the words. Cassie and Nicolai are still off chasing bad guys but thought I’d let a new character play with today’s words.

    Blossom McHenry carefully adjusted her position; attempting to stretch her cramped legs while maintaining her precarious perch in the upper branches of the stately oak tree.

    46 days and counting.

    She had no desire to abruptly end her protest by plummeting to the earth, especially with the bulldozers lined up and waiting, just outside the security fence.

    She’d started her sit-in to raise awareness of the City’s plan to turn Green Park into yet another strip mall. The park held special memories for her. The merry-go-round in the centre was where her father used to spin her around and around and around until she couldn’t see straight. Her mother used to race her through the obstacle course that circled the park and she and her brother often had contests to see who could climb the highest in this very tree.

    Those days were long gone, but time in the park always brought the memories back and helped replenish some of the peace that the day-to-day grind wore away.

    The initial plan was for Blossom to climb the tree while her best friend Amy rallied the news media. A few interviews, some sound-bites about the importance of maintaining healthy surroundings in the community, and then down she’d climb and get back to her regularly scheduled life.

    As usual, things didn’t turn out quite the way she expected.

    After only one news cycle, the park was full of supporters. They formed a protective circle around the tree, waving their ‘Respect Mother Nature” and “Reuse-Recycle-Restore” signs by day and providing friendship and comfort during the long, dark nights.

    One enterprising fellow rigged up a pulley-and-bucket system between her perch and the ground. It could best be described as antediluvian, but it worked, which was all that mattered.

    Once they discovered that the Mayor was the silent partner in the construction company that was attempting to build the strip mall, Blossom’s peaceful supporters descended on City Hall with a vengeance.

    The poor beleaguered Mayor didn’t stand a chance. He folded like a cheap suit.

    In an effort to salvage at least a bit of his reputation, he announced funding for a new project to create sustainable gardens throughout the city, but it was too little, too late. His bid for re-election was as dead as his strip mall project.

    Blossom was thrilled at the outcome of her sit-in but, as she finally climbed down the tree all she was thinking about was how much she wanted a hot shower and a soft bed.

    • (-: I love a Blossom in the tree — speaking of which, the magnolias are blooming near my school, and the cherries are just getting that pinky tinge which says they will bloom soon, weather willing. How are the flowers out in your area? (You know, I need more flowers in my prose. Just love ’em.)

      • The lilacs here (my favorites) came and went a few weeks ago, but now all the roses have taken over. The climbing roses on the side of the house are heading over the roof while the flowering jasmine on the back fence has climbed a good 20 feet up the tree behind it. Our weather has been alternating between sunny/warm and cloudy/damp. The plants are confused but blooming away.

  2. OK, this is a bit dystopian . . . but the story could turn out quite well for everyone concerned (never mind they may be the last two people in this part of the earth).

    Antediluvian day. The sun shone bright, but the earth was fresh and moist, still soaked with sin and sorrow, and Kayna checked out her surroundings with caution. What had the raging waters dropped on riverbanks? Something she could recycle, reuse? Her home was gone, her neighborhood was gone, and not a single person was left after 40 days of rain. Was it up to her to restore the balance? Her awareness scattered to the winds; she tried to concentrate on her scavenging, but grief left her taking blind steps across the grass, not even noticing what was before her. It was the “Hallooo!” that woke her to the fact that there was a man across the river, waving at her. The first human she’d seen since the rains had begun.

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