Monday, October 17, 2011

Samurai's and Hot dogs

It's time for another Campaign Challenge! And I'm really excited for this one because I'm channeling the Characters from my current WIP Existence (This scene does not happen in the book, but I may find a way to worm it in.) Hope you like it!

The rules:

Write a blog post in 300 words or less, excluding the title. The post can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should show:
  • that it’s morning,
  • that a man or a woman (or both) is at the beach
  • that the MC (main character) is bored
  • that something stinks behind where he/she is sitting
  • that something surprising happens.
Just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: "synbatec," "wastopaneer," and "tacise." (NB. these words are completely made up and are not intended to have any meaning other than the one you give them).

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Chrissie Fox fell face first into the sand and swallowed half the beach in the process. She let go of Ashton's hand and rolled to her back spitting the grit out of her mouth.

"Did we make it out of Japan?" Ashton said, panting.

Chrissie sat up and squinted in the distance, the sun was just beginning to rise. "Palm trees, so that's a yes."She collapsed back to the ground.

"What's that smell?" Ashton asked, "It smells good."

Chrissie took a deep whiff. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it was food -- the onion scent was a dead giveaway.

Ashton sniffed a few more times. "Hot dogs!"

"Um… Ashton, if you haven’t noticed, you're still wearing a kimono. You might look a little suspicious ordering a hotdog."

"We're somewhere tropical, people wear kimonos in places like this all the time!"

"Yeah, but they don't have authentic samurai swords strapped to their backs, do they?"

Ashton must not have been listening because he was scrambling his way towards the smell. Chrissie stood up and dusted herself off and ran after Ashton, trying to remove her white makeup as she went.

"… and mustard." Ashton was saying when she finally caught up to him.

The guy behind the stand raised an eyebrow at them, but didn't say anything.

"We're lost actors." Chrissie said, a bored expression on her face . He just shook his head and squirted condiments on the dog.

Aston grabbed it and took a big bite "wastopanee synbatec tacise"

Chrissie rolled her eyes, "could you please swallow before you speak?"

Aston gulped, "I said, what's that smell, dead octopus?"

Octopus? Chrissie looked over Ashton's shoulder and saw two time fliers pop out of nowhere. They had tracked them all the way back from 1630's Japan.


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I'm #14 if you want to vote for me!

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