Dec 08 2008
Word Shot – 8 December, 2008
Wow. I don’t know if you’ve taken the time to read the responses to last Monday’s Word Shot, but you should. You’ll find some fun reading there, included some witty entries. Congratulations to those of you who participated!
Here’s this week’s Word Shot:
Plenty of room for your imagination to run with this one, huh? Have you ever felt as though you’re doing the same thing, at least metaphorically?
Give it a try (I mean, take a shot at this Word Shot – don’t walk off a cliff). Really look at the picture. See it. Then spend some time free-thinking about it. You might be surprised what your imagination will serve up.
Don’t be shy about submitting a comment below with a word, a phrase, a paragraph or a full story that in some way relates to this photo. Word Shots give you an opportunity to have your writing read by people all over the world – individuals like you who are interested in writing.
And don’t forget to check back occasionally during the coming week to read what others have written.
In case you’re a new reader of TheWritersBag, let me describe my offer regarding Word Shot exercises: If you participate in 10 Word Shots, I’ll e-mail you all three of my e-manuals free. Once you’ve submitted to a total of 10, let me know via e-mail and I’ll send you the manuals in PDF format. This is a blatant bribe, of course. But it will help you develop your writing skills and imagination, and will give me a chance to read your stuff. So, all in all, it’s a good bribe.
The sign read, “World’s Largest Cookie.”
“So,” I thought, “let’s have a lookie.
They weren’t kidding! This thing is HUGE!
Mmmm, it looks so warm and delicious.
Stop! Walk away from the big cookie!
I am walking away from the scrumptious, chewy cookie.
The big delicious…chocolate chip? Is that a chocolate chip?
Keep walking. Just keep walking.
Oh, but it looks sooo good!
No. Keep walking. I’ve got to keep walking…keep walking!
Good-bye cruel world! Good-bye giant cookie!
The sign read, “The World’s Largest Cookie!”
The mind said, “Just a quick lookie.
A lookie can’t hurt, but can the cookie?”
It’s a scrumtious looking cookie!
I’ve got to walk away.
This will ruin my diet,
Oh, in such a BIG way.
“Just keep walking,” I quip.
Wait a minute, is that a chocolate chip?
Chocolate chips I surely love.
How am I supposed to rise above?
This temptation will subside,
This giant cookie, I must now hide.
Hide a giant cookie? No way!
I’ve got to, got to walk away.
“Just keep walking,” I repeat.
“Just keep walking.” Move those feet!
“Just keep walking,” I say again!
“Chocolate chips are not my friend.”
They lied to me. They said the moon was made of green cheese .Actually it’s raspberry cheesecake. Bummer, I hate raspberries. Here I am in my best purple slippers and stirrup pants with nowhere to go.
Stowing away on the space ship probably wasn’t the best idea I ever had. I honestly thought I could break off a chunk and take it back home to share with my buddies. How cool would that be? Guess I should have waited till the moon was full too. Seems like it is, hey dude what’s the word I’m lookin for? Oh yeah, waning. No problem just one giant step for my buds and whammoo I’m back in my bed. Free fall , man this is rad.
Hey guys wake up! Wait til you hear about the trip I took. No lie man, it ain’t cheese at all.
We laughed at Keith for wanting to go to the grand canyon. He was, after all, blind. What could he possibly get out of it? He was insistent though, and so we made the drive to this majestic ditch.
We didn’t laugh for long.
I don’t care what my friends say. I still think this is the best job in the world!
Here is a cover page of my forthcoming book named ‘Deadly Decisions’ or you can say-’Breadly Decisions!’ One of my past-partner inspired me to write this book. Before 5 years we
started a business of publication. He had 20 years experience and I had money. Now after 5 years he owns all my money with profit and I own 5 years experience! No-no, this is not a joke. It happened with me due to my deadly decision.So I have decided to write this book. In this book you will read my previous deadly decisions. I want to state here 1 or 2.
Once I decided to publish my own poem. I sent it to an editor. He sent me back with a footnote- which I have censored here. I continued to send him poems with different
nick names. But he smelt my poems. Ultimately he offered me a reward for not sending the poems!
My enthusiasm for poems did not stop. I decided to publish my anthology. I sent my file of poems to a publisher. He read my poems and demanded whole expense in advance! I tried to sell my copies of anthology with attractive offers, but could not succeed. I tried to give copies to my friends as gifts, but next day they gifted me back. But that publisher was inspired by me and he started to publish collections of different poets by collecting funds from these poor poets! It is said that credulous hearts are the prey of crafty publishers. There are many such credulous poets scattered here and there! But because of my decision many publishers are earning their breads with rich butter!
I am sure about my success. Because people enjoy
someone’s foolishness. I will be a salable writer. I will start
my own publishing house. I will publish anthologies of different
poets on their cost. I will offer them attractive commission to
purchase their copies. I will overtake that publisher also,
who cheated me. I will offer him a job of a proof reader in my
proposed wholesale poetry house! That would be my last
decision!
Call it willpower. Call it faith (the leaping kind, perhaps). Some might say sheer stupid stubborness.
But I am going to turn my back on the bakery products that rule my life and I am going to fly…
Breaking News!
Man walks off floating pizza slice, walks on air for a little bit, then falls to his death.
Before he could get his wits about him he marched forward, at a clip that was neither rational or expected. Being what it was, his need to let go, fiercely unwrapped his tightly packaged “oomph” and he plunged, heart forward into long overdue territory. And as he fell, he felt weightless, as if his body had fallen away, and only his soul remained. Saying, finally what he wished to say, sprung the duct tape from his limbs, unbinding him, and regardless of what SHE had to say, He was free.
It was said.