I’m going to try to work through a challenge on Saturday’s for awhile. I’m in the middle of writing a short story which is going off the rails and trying to become a novella on me. This is par for the course. I lack the discipline to being a planner and this is one of the byproducts of being a panster. To keep things sharp I thought this might make good blog content.
Challenge 1: Take us through a written walk down your street and to your favorite place through the eyes of somebody else.
His oversize boots clunked down the sidewalk in the still of the afternoon swelter. Dressed in dark with his spiky hair and coal lined eyes his feet were slick and sliding inside of the ill thought out choice. The midsummer air seemed dead with the weight of its oppression. This wasn’t the land where children frolicked in the summer daylight. Here they hid and hibernated fearful of the retribution the unforgiving sun might deliver.
The sounds of the crash grew louder with each heavy step he took forward. Rolling and pulling and then rumbling again like a beckoning his steps gained urgency until he could smell the sound all around him. It filled his nostrils and clung to the hairs. His boots shook off as his feet touched the softness separating him from the sound. Clothes shed revealing the glow of unnaturally white as if he were a fairy or an elf from a strange land in this stark new world.
The somber, angry, veneer peeled back as he ran forward, his legs awkward in the effort, to the sounds his feet sinking into the soft earth until it became hard and wet. Unleashing a cry of happiness he flung himself into the roll of the wave as it tumbled him down into the shelly bottom and sucked him under again before he could catch his breath, its mighty power indifferent to his painted facades.