challenge

Write about THINGS :)

So, I wrote a story, and the lovely ElshaHawk commented that it sounded like a challenge- so here it is, the prequel of sorts to my story. I want you to tell a story through objects. Sort through a purse, walk around a museum, analyze someone's outfit- the focus of the story should be *things*. It can be a poem or a story or whatever, and I'm not picky about format or number of entries. The winner will be picked in a week and will get....a comment saying that they won? Hey, ficly, how about some sort of medal system? ;) Anyways, get crackin'. Visit my original story at http://ficly.com/stories/14733 for inspiration if you need it! Once again, thanks ElshaHawk!

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Challengers

8 entries
  1. In The Cold

    Author: Cowls

    There is snow falling, and wind blows past the buildings. One building is white. Tall. wide. It has many great wings. In front of this building is a glove…

    Feb 19, 2010 · Ficly archive

  2. Father Dearest

    Author: Horrorfan13

    She hadn’t been in the barn since the passing of her father. That was ten years ago. She stepped into the gloom, stopping to allow her eyes to adjust. She…

    Feb 19, 2010 · Ficly archive

  3. Cosas perceptibles

    Author: H.S. Wift

    Ok, so I recently found out there’s a spanish person on ficly, so I shall translate this, one of my shortest stories into spanish, or at least try. God knows…

    Feb 18, 2010 · Ficly archive

  4. Discernable things

    Author: H.S. Wift

    A coat, a hat, a pair of trousers, Shoes, and socks, and underwear, An umbrella hanging from his arm, Aside a bag from Tupperware. A wallet containing two…

    Feb 16, 2010 · Ficly archive (2)

  5. Nothing But A Thing

    Author: Concerned Reader

    The lawman approached the front desk, flashing his badge at the worn down attendant. “Officer Slain! Thank God you’re here,” greeted the clerk. “I’ve just…

    Feb 16, 2010 · Ficly archive

  6. Love Story

    Author: Ruby Slippers

    There once was a rock. It was a particularly pretty rock, called a Tiger’s Eye, but a rock nevertheless. I was twelve, and I was in love. That rock became the…

    Feb 15, 2010 · Ficly archive (4)