Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Third Campaigner Challenge ...

I couldn't find the time to do the Second Campaigner Challenge. So I'm thrilled to be able to do the third one.

"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)."

Sarah stared out at the growing light hovering on the horizon; the rosy arc gone, overridden by a crescent of gold. Before her stretched the endless ocean, dark and tacise. An onshore breeze assisted the waves, bringing with it the pungent scent of brine and rotting seaweed.
Nearby, a lone seagull screeched. Yawning, she turned her gaze to watch the bird fly over the water, diving at the fish hidden beneath the waves. Each dip and climb brought it ever closer to the shore.
Alighting a few feet from her, it hopped across the sand on one leg. Its head tilted. Tiny, black eyes peered up at her. Expectant. Impatient. At times like this, with the world still, the screech it gave had a human-like quality. Feed me, it demanded. Feed me now.
Sarah dipped a hand into the paper beside her, drawing out a chip.
The seagull hopped forward. A second leg unfolded as she threw the chip at its feet. Despite being alone, the bird swallowed it in one gulp. Then, ever the wastopaneer, the seagull screeched at her for more.
She idly chewed a piece of cold fish, tossing a handful of chips at the bird.
The seagull raced to eat them, its actions synbatec as it scurried about.
The chill wind changed. Sarah held her nose, the smell of the sea infinitely preferable to the stench behind her.
The seagull continued pecking at its feast.
She tipped the paper’s contents of battered fish and chips on the sand. Standing up, brushing the salt from her jeans, she began the trek across the sand. Steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the ravaged the lands on her right. Death and chaos abound. The reasons to both meaningless now.
Behind her, once more alone, the seagull cried out. Its call answered.


  1. I really like the imagery here :-)

  2. This is very evocative, and I love how you've used the challenge words. What is it about seagull calls that sound so mournful?

  3. Thanks, Jen.

    I'm not sure why they sound so mournful (most times round here, they only sound like that when on the wing), but ever since I first saw 'Finding Nemo', I've never been able to look at a group of seagulls without thinking "Mine?" They sure got it right there. ^_^
    I'm actually relieved that didn't end up in this piece.

  4. Good scene. And good use of the challenge words.

  5. Wow great job. Love your use of words!

    (I'm entry #5)

  6. Fantastic imagery and nice use of the words. Well done!

  7. Vivid description and really good use of the challenge words. Well done, Aldrea.

  8. Well done! So much atmosphere, and you made the challenge words fit in so nicely. They read like they really meant something! Good sensory imagery throughout.

    I'm #35.

  9. Thanks everyone, I used to play with nonsense words a fair bit, so it was fun inserting the words into this and still having it make sense. ^_^

  10. Very nice. I love the way the challenge "words" fit.

  11. It's cool because she is just there, bored. And, everything changes. I wondered, is the last one left from this great battle. Maybe she is just alone for now.

    Great job. You got me thinking.

  12. @Liz: Thanks. ^_^

    @Mel Fowler: Yeah, she's the last one left. From what exactly ... I'll leave that up to you. ^_~

  13. OOh I want to keep reading and find out what caused all the death and chaos.

  14. Great use of the challenge words. Mine is #56

  15. Congratulations, you have been chosen to move on the second round of judging. Good luck. :)

  16. Excellent imagery! You perfectly described seagulls as I saw them growing up, that hungry look in their eyes.

    And congrats on the second round! :)

  17. @bridgetstraub.com: Thanks ^_^

    @kmckendry: I was going to go a whole different route with it, but I like how it turned out.

    There's a second round already? I thought all that wasn't decided until after the 28th.
    And I've been chosen ... neat. ^_^

    @David Powers King: Thanks! I had to invoke some seriously old memories of feeding the gulls when I was little. (Er, littler, that is ^_^)

  18. I did not know seagulls could be so creepy. *shivers* Nice Job!

  19. Oh yeah, Angela, seagulls can be really creepy. They way they'll follow you, all expectant and hungry-looking.

    In my experience, chickens and ducks can have the same level of creepiness about them.

  20. Your descriptions are practically poetic and those nonsense words seem to fit so seamlessly. Well done.

  21. Nice imagery! Great job!

    I'm entry #69 :)

  22. Thank you, Avery and Alyssa. ^_^

  23. like the imagery and the solitude of the piece. Good job!

  24. I like the atmosphere you've created... one can feel the desolation... possibly a post-apocalyptic setting? Great job.
    (Mine is no.#47)

  25. Nice emotive language. Great writing! I'm #65.

  26. Thanks Fairview, MISH & Lady Gwen. ^_^

    MISH: I was leaning towards a post-apocalyptic setting, but never having done one (or read a story with that sort of background) before, so I wasn't 100% sure if I got the feel of it. ^_^

  27. Good use of the senses. Nicely done.

    mood (new follower)
    Moody Writing

  28. Thanks, mooderino, but I think I may have missed a sense. ^_^

  29. You did such a great job with the challenge. Nice job!

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