so I entered this on someone else’s blog.
I won’t say what I think of the judge, but…yeah…..
anyway, here are the prompts.
there are three and all had to be incorporated in the story.
rather than just write the obvious (about fraggle rock and a deformed animal), I came up with something different.
I didn’t edit it, but that’s how these things work. so I’ll leave it unedited for this post, as well =)
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Little Maggie ambled along as quickly as her awkwardly shaped legs would allow. Her mother held her right hand, trying to keep Maggie close, while Clara, the mangled, orange, pig-tailed doll that had been around Maggie’s entire life, dangled from her left side. Clara was Maggie’s favorite thing in the world, but the little girl’s arm was just too tired at the moment even to hold such a light object, so Clara’s limbs dragged the ground.
As the family—Maggie, her mother, and her father, who walked on the opposite side of her mother—walked down the dirty streets of Mexico, Maggie wished she was at home curled up in her cozy, pink bed with Clara. Sweet Clara, who calmed her and kept her safe during the hard times. The times when the pain was almost unbearable. But, alas, the doctor believed a trip would be good for Maggie’s illness, so here they were, on their way to see Chichén Itzá. Her father’s pick for their first stop. Next, they would visit Costa Rica, a place her mother had always dreamed of going. Maggie wondered why no one asked her where she wanted to go. This trip was, after all, for her, right?
JUNE 26, 2009 3:56 PM (Eden Tyler)
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