Show Printable VersionSubscribe to this Thread Search This Thread Advanced Search   Email address Please enter your email address. TheFED - A Network of Writing and Community Publishers Search Calendar TheFED Website > Message Board > 09. October 2009 Writing Challenge   Note: This thread is locked. No new replies will be accepted. Thread Tools Search This Thread  Reply   Author Comment   TheFED      Oct 01, 2009 at 09:44 AM #1 TheFED Writing Challenge for   October 2009 is   'It was unusual to see...' A story-starter suggested by John Malcomson, a member of Heeley Writers and Sharrow Writers Writing can be in any form or style, poetry or prose. All submissions will be included in TheFED Website Gallery You can submit your writing by clicking on 'Reply' at the top and bottom of this page Please remember to include your name and say which group (or groups) you are a member of. Lucia Birch      Oct 08, 2009 at 09:24 PM #2 Autumn Magic   It was unusual to see fairies looking at me as I walked through the woods to the magic tree.   Conkers and chestnuts covered the ground and golden leaves tumbled a merry-go-round.   The magic tree sang words of wisdom, deep and true as all the love I have for you.   The dogs chased squirrels the children climbed catching the wind and the sun entwined   in being here now wild and free as the fairies, I'd thought unusual to see. SALLY FLOOD      Oct 10, 2009 at 10:47 AM #3 THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR   It was unusual to see the garden next door had suddenly sprouted tall golden sunflowers, for years it had been what you could only describe as a dump, students had rented the house and wrecked it with their parties. You could hear the footsteps running up and down the stairs, treading on bare floorboards, rubbish had piled up in the street and what had once been a garden. When we first moved in, a family had lived in the house who took pride in the garden, then another family followed who bred pidgeons, they built a pidgeon shed and slowly the garden gave way to pidgeons and a dog. You could see the decay and the rot building up under the debris left behind by the birds, then the house was sold once again, and the students moved in to pile more debris in the back, wild buddlea grew through the walls and trees grew like a hedge to hide any sun getting through. Suddenly, the new students started to lay grass, a barbeque appeared then a table and chairs, the noisy parties still kept on keeping me awake at night, I would protest and they would apologise. But this morning looking over my wall were golden sunflowers? the tree and the buddlea had gone, I could now see the sun peeping through, I smiled at the students, enquired about the sudden show of flowers. A packet of seeds from "Sainsbury" they informed me had transformed this dump into a garden, for a short while the sun would shine until the next lot of students moved in. Nicole Marie Killian      Nov 01, 2009 at 12:44 AM #4 The Hanalooloo Cat of Barcelona   It was unusual to see what before made me boil, like the boundaries of my birth- sweet American soil. Dispatched from my cradle that couldn’t quite rock, assigned to Europe where the Catalans talk .   In the caverns of side streets I used to dwell, by the spray- painted garages to dead to tell.   It was unusual to see the homeless woman with her honalooloo cat, who sat with her faithfully on a cardboard mat. Together, they frequented the tourist area trap.           The cat wore a flower necklace hoping to attract cash. Yet nothing was thrown to them but cigarettes and trash.   It was unusual to see these suppressed thoughts. Once daily visions, are now like past moths.   The unusual memories-you’ll always know. Those things you see-thanks Barcelona!   POW member from Pottsville, PA, USA.       Previous Thread | Next Thread Reply   Bookmarks    Digg  del.icio.us  StumbleUpon  Facebook  Google

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