Friday, May 12, 2006

Writing Challenge Generator

I figure RJ, king of all writing challenges, will like this website where you can tell the Writing Challenge Generator how many challenges you want as well as how many elements should be required. Then you just click the generate button and...instant challenge. I went easy on you all (come on, NL (and any other) bloggers, step up and place your stories here) and only asked for one required element. My writing challenge is :

The story must involve some plumbing pipes in it.
My rules say it can be as long or as short as you want (preferably short though because you know how we blog readers get bored when you go beyond a paragraph or two). Now, write. Please.


At 11:22 PM, Blogger Chris (mombie) said...

I used this as a 20 minute writing exercise, and did little editing (The Little Guy woke up!) so judge it accordingly.

"I would never have found out about the whole thing if I hadn’t decided to be all do-it-myself.

I’ve lost a lot of weight recently, but I hadn’t realized how much until my soap-slippery wedding ring flew off my finger and down into the drain in the bathroom sink. I was debating calling a plumber, but I decided that a HGTV veteran like myself was up to the challenge of removing the p-loop and retrieving my ring before my husband got home and started tutting at me about it.

I dug the toolbox out of the hall closet and set to work with the wrench, loosening the seams and enduring the stench until the whole thing came loose. I carefully eased the p-loop out, put the stopper in the drain, and shook the contents of the pipe into the sink. At first all that came out was that congealed mass of soap and hair that all drains seem to breed but then…clink, clink.

Two rings hit the ceramic bottom, one was my plain band, the other a jazzy, embossed silver one with a blue stone. A ring suspiciously similar to the one my best friend had been wearing when we had coffee on Thursday night before I went to a movie and she went on a ‘hot date’.

I dropped my ring into my pocket and I clutched the silver one tightly in my fist. I guess Harold won’t be doing any tutting when he gets home tonight."

At 5:31 PM, Blogger Sure b'y said...

Jeez, Chris, your knowledge of plumbing (and your writing, which goes without saying since you know how much I love your writing) is impressive.

At 5:34 PM, Blogger Sure b'y said...

So now I have to post something too, I guess.

Watching the water swirl down the drain, she smiled despite the tears rolling down her cheeks. She remembered the first time her husband, Jack, had seen his hair going down the drain.

"That's my youth going down into the pipes, you know," he'd said so seriously. "Down the drain, into the pipes and out into the ocean somewhere. Gone."

She had tried not to laugh but the tugs of a smile on her face made him angry.

"You don't care," he said. "It won't happen to you," and, despite himself, it seemed, he started to laugh, freeing her to do the same. In a moment they were consumed with laughter and Jack swept her into the shower where she reassured him of his youth and viritlity.

It was a moment she thought of often in the shower, that brought a pleasant grin to her face at the most unexpected times. It seemed so ironic now as she watched clumps of her own hair travelling the same journey her husband's once had. His words "it won't happen to you" echoed in her head, taking her breath away. She screamed at the drain, water rushing over her new scar. Her balance faltered, her body missing the part of her that was no longer there, and she leaned against the wall for support.

"That's my life going down the pipes, you know," she whispered to no one as she sobbed.

At 11:56 AM, Blogger Chris (mombie) said...

Thanks for the compliment. I know very little about plumbing, I just know that stuff can get caught in that loop.

I like your piece, excellent use of the (sort of) parallel situations and you really call up the sadness of the situation. Nice work.


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