Time to write!
Did you know that writing is hard for me to remember to do when it is Christmas and the weekend and I'm at home? Yes. It is a problem. However, I think there is some news worth noting. While I haven't been diligent here on the blog I have been diligent in a novel I've started. I completed the 50th page last night. It is going incredibly well! But now I need to get back on track for this challenge... Here goes nothing.
Day 6: Begin your story with "He glanced at his watch impatiently."
He glanced at his watch impatiently. Where was she? She had promised to be here, and this time he had actually believed her.
Snow was falling and sticking to his long black coat, and freezing in his well combed, dark hair.
To anyone passing him on the street, he would look like a handsome, successful businessman. He was clean-shaven, with thick dark hair and eyebrows. He wore an expensive black suit under his coat, and his briefcase was free from any scuff marks or scratches.
Despite all appearances, however, Mr. James Wright - for this was his name- did not consider himself successful, and he carried with him a lot more than just a briefcase. Day by day he carried with him pain and the sting of failure.
Where was Sheila?
She should be here.
This time meeting had been her idea. He just needed a chance to talk to her, to see if he could make things alright again. Rose missed her mommy, and James just wanted his wife to come home.
He was already late for work, and he had missed the bus, but still he stood on the corner, waiting for Sheila to arrive.
A tinny song began playing from his pocket. Pulling off one wool glove, James reached his hand into the pocket to retrieve the cell phone.
Opening up the text message, James' heart sank.
Sorry James. Cant make it this morning. -S
Day 7: Create a superhero. Have your hero save the day.
BubbleBeam was not a very well known superhero. That's because BubbleBeam was never bitten by a radioactive spider, nor was she from another planet. Another thing BubbleBeam lacked was billionaire status, with access to insane amounts of weaponry and technology.
The truth was, people didn't really think BubbleBeam counted as a real superhero. She was looked down on by all the other heroes. One day there was a Superhero conference, and BubbleBeam wasn't a bit surprised to find herself not invited.
While all the other superheroes were packing up their carry on bags and boarding a plane (or flying themselves in the case of Superman, Ironman, Thor, and various others), BubbleBeam was sitting alone in her apartment, drinking a mug of hot chocolate and trying not to think about how this always happened to her.
Heroes, with no thought for her feelings, whizzed past her New York apartment window. By midmorning she knew she was the only one left. A terrible sense of loneliness overwhelmed her. It just wasn't fair.
In an effort to distract herself, BubbleBeam flipped on her television, settling comfortably into her couch and trying to find something amusing. Nothing amusing was to be found, however, instead on almost every channel a news broadcast was playing.
The words "Breaking News" flashed on the bottom of the screen in red letters. BubbleBeam sat forward, wondering what was going on. She gasped as the screen flashed a picture of MuckMan, the terrible mud monster from the swamps of the Everglades. The story was that Superman had cleaned up his act and banished him to where he could no longer do any harm, but the screen showed differently.
BubbleBeam waited for the image of a superhero to flash across the screen, but none did.
This was her big chance!!
Luckily she was already wearing her bright blue spandex suit, so she hopped in her bubble hovercraft which was parked just outside her 30th level window.
Bloop bloop bloop the little hovercraft sounded, it's propellers spinning and expelling multicolored bubbles behind it as BubbleBeam drove off toward the street where MuckMan was ravaging the city.
"Hey! MuckMan!" she shouted.
"Raaaar!" the goopy monster responded, waving his sticky, dirty hands in the air above his head.
"It's time for you to take a bath!" BubbleBeam stuck out her hands and shot streams of bubbles at the monster, which was at least three times her size.
It was beautiful and ever so effective.
The bubbles engulfed the mud monster, bringing him falling to his knees in despair. He was shrinking, as the bubbles removed layer upon layer of mud.
BubbleBeam kept shooting until the MuckMan could no longer be referred to that way. Now he just looked like a little mud baby.
Civilians were clapping, and the police stepped in to take MuckBaby into custody.
"We'll keep him in the cleanest jail cell possible where he won't be able to grow anymore," the police said. 'That way our city will be safe."
"Thanks to BubbleBeam," another police office chimed in.
BubbleBeam beamed. She was a real hero after all.
Possibly the most touching and emotionally charged thing I've ever written.
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