Writing Challenge

***charisma*** · 05-22-2016

Assalamu Alaikum

Here's a game to test your writing abilities, hopefully we can learn to be more eloquent in our writing!

Simple rules, a few pictures will be posted (no humans/faces) and you must select one of the picture as an inspiration to write a paragraph or two (don't go crazy) about anything you like, but it must connect with something in the picture...the point is to draw in the audience and see what we can come up with using the same pics. Anyone who wants to join in has to give reps (not just likes) to the posts they like the most so that there's an incentive to participate and participants can give it to their all (reps from me as well inshallah). Make sure to clarify which picture you selected in your post. I will change the pictures regularly. If anyone wants to submit a pic as a suggestion, send it to me through PM and I'll take it into consideration.

Here's an example of what I mean

winter snow dawn footprints bench 101431 1 - Writing Challenge

winter snow dawn footprints bench 101431 1 - Writing Challenge

It was one of the coldest days of the year for two reasons. The first was that, well, it really was cold, but the second reason was because this was the first day of her first heart-break, and to her, that made the world seem colder than it ever was. She went to the park and checked the wooden bench which clearly looked damp from the melted snow. Lucky for her, it was dry to the touch and was in perfect view of the sun which was about to set at any moment. It was the perfect time of day—the time between late afternoon and early evening, when most people are rushing to get home from work, families are finishing their supper, and the next shift at the workplace was to begin, but she was away from the hustle and bustle of the town and nothing mattered except the glisten of the sun on the partially melted snow.

GET IT?

ok so here's the pics, choose one:

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lonely highway at night wallpaper 3 1 - Writing Challenge

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**sister herb** · 07-18-2016

I miss this game. Any more pictures? Please.

**sister herb** · 07-29-2016

Ok, as no pics, I have to post them by myself then. Be free to select your one and write what ever pops up to your mind. And keep it short.

1) On Loneliness 1 - Writing Challenge

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**Aaqib** · 07-29-2016

InshAallah I'll have the strength to participate in this, seems fun

**sister herb** · 07-30-2016

Let me start.

Number 1)

On Loneliness 1 - Writing Challenge

Forgotten toy

At one day I was walking on the sea shore. It was a lonely beach, nobody there. Then I suddenly saw something, like an old sack at the middle of beach. I walked near of it and I saw it was an old toy, like a big panda bear.

It sat on the sand and suddenly I hear like a sigh. I was looking around but there wasn´t anyone, just me and panda. Then I saw that panda moved a little. Was it real?

- Please sit beside me, said a toy, don´t be afraid, I don´t bite you. I haven´t teeth.

I sat down and panda touched my hand. - Thanks, it said. - Have you ever been so lonely like me? Like all alone in this world?

- Me? No. What do you mean?

- This is the beach of forgotten toys and broken dreams, it said. - They are toys which have been the most loved at once but then their child has grown up and forgot them. They gather in here, wait if there still would have someone who misses them. If nobody wants them anymore, they go to the sea of the tears. I came here too, I sat and watched how all others went and soon it´s my turn to go.

- It sounds sad, I said and tears came to my eyes.

- Yes, it is. I spent years in the dark closet, just waiting if someone would opens the door and hugs me and plays with me but... My child became too old, she didn´t need toys any more and she forgot me. Now my heart is broken and I am too miserable to wait any more.

I was thinking mine 2 years old. - Listen, I said, if you haven´t anyone... my little girl is lonely and she needs something to hug at the evenings. Would you mind...

Panda looked at me and I saw how it´s eyes shine. - Really? I would love it. Are you serious? Can I come?

- Sure. I know she loves you more than anything in this world.

So then we stood up from the sand and hand by hand we walked away from the beach of the forgotten toys and broken dreams. My daughter became very happy about hers new toy and it got huge hugs every evenings. When sometimes I looked at it, I could swear, it smiled at me and gave me a happy wink.

**Arfa** · 07-30-2016

Originally Posted by sister herb

Let me start.

Number 1)

On Loneliness 1 - Writing Challenge

Forgotten toy

At one day I was walking on the sea shore. It was a lonely beach, nobody there. Then I suddenly saw something, like an old sack at the middle of beach. I walked near of it and I saw it was an old toy, like a big panda bear.

It sat on the sand and suddenly I hear like a sigh. I was looking around but there wasn´t anyone, just me and panda. Then I saw that panda moved a little. Was it real?

- Please sit beside me, said a toy, don´t be afraid, I don´t bite you. I haven´t teeth.

I sat down and panda touched my hand. - Thanks, it said. - Have you ever been so lonely like me? Like all alone in this world?

- Me? No. What do you mean?

- This is the beach of forgotten toys and broken dreams, it said. - They are toys which have been the most loved at once but then their child has grown up and forgot them. They gather in here, wait if there still would have someone who misses them. If nobody wants them anymore, they go to the sea of the tears. I came here too, I sat and watched how all others went and soon it´s my turn to go.

- It sounds sad, I said and tears came to my eyes.

- Yes, it is. I spent years in the dark closet, just waiting if someone would opens the door and hugs me and plays with me but... My child became too old, she didn´t need toys any more and she forgot me. Now my heart is broken and I am too miserable to wait any more.

I was thinking mine 2 years old. - Listen, I said, if you haven´t anyone... my little girl is lonely and she needs something to hug at the evenings. Would you mind...

Panda looked at me and I saw how it´s eyes shine. - Really? I would love it. Are you serious? Can I come?

- Sure. I know she loves you more than anything in this world.

So then we stood up from the sand and hand by hand we walked away from the beach of the forgotten toys and broken dreams. My dauhgter became very happy about hers new toy and it got huge hugs every evenings. When sometimes I looked at it, I could swear, it smiled at me and gave me a happy wink.

Awww

we sister herb btw that panda is adorable I feel like adopting, also lonesome. Hatts off to you interesting story and set of pictures.

**Samiun** · 08-22-2016

"Reading.. reading is boring. Reading is complex reading is just... UGHH" Said a young teenager called Statislas. Yes indeed, he was being burdened by too many text books that he has to read, revise and memorise. If that isn't enough his grades have been dropping continuously making him more tense. How does he continue to find books interesting then? Would he give up and continue on to work on his priority, the gaming world? That was it. That was his routine. He would 'read' the books before the exams started and would enter a virtual world hidden in his bedroom for countless of hours and would only leave it to eat food. That was the life, or so he thought. He, like his other friends would play countless of hours of the particular computer game. The difference was, he was getting bad grades an they didn't. It was puzzling to him, it stumped him and it got him thinking, "How do I be like them? I can beat them in that world, why not in real life?". Being a prideful fellow, he was very reluctant to ask any of his friends that were gaming. He had to resort to ask his childhood friend, still reluctant he mustered enough courage to ask her for some advise. He knew he was going to get it, and so it was true! He got nagged for the first few minutes then eventually received the answer. He told himself, "Argh, if its her, I'll just have to go through with it. It's better than asking those guys". She lend him a self-help book. Again, Statislas reluctantly accepted it and went back to his home to read this book. Hoping he would be motivated to find enough strength to read books again because the text book had completely decimated his mind. As usual he would bring a cup of tea on his study desk and read the book on an early evening on a weekend. When he began reading the book, it was nothing amazing at first and his mind was still numb. But as he move on this particular page, where the author was explaining how every little thing he has experience so far in life was a blessing, he got very emotional. It's as if something switched on in his mind. He understood right away, though he didn't know why they were flower petals and a picture of a random boat was there. A few weeks went by after he had gone through another exam. He didn't get to improve his results massively but at least he took measures to go for it. Statislas got his passion for books again!

**sister herb** · 08-22-2016

Nice story. Thanks for sharing it.

**sister herb** · 10-01-2016

Anyone interesting to continue?

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**زهراء** · 10-02-2016

I would love to write on picture number 4-but right now I would have to prioritise and study

**sister herb** · 10-02-2016

Originally Posted by زهراء

I would love to write on picture number 4-but right now I would have to prioritise and study

Take your time. Work first, then pleasure.

**sister herb** · 10-02-2016

Originally Posted by sister herb

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A postcard

It was a hard afternoon to me. A lot of work all day, I had missed one important meeting and my boss wasn´t satisfied at all. I had to run to the buss what was full of tired people. No seat to sit and heavy shopping bags on my hands. Oh boy, how tired and frustrated I was when I finally returned to my home.
Ok, this is the life, I said to myself, put groceries to the fridge, made a cup of coffee and took a look for the pile of letters. Only bills of course.
But then, a pink envelope was between of the other letters. Paper of it looked old-fashioned, fragile and there was an old stamp on it. I took it to my hand.
It looked old one, squiggly handwriting and strange stamp. Is this from some other country? I took my paper knife and opened it carefully. There was a post card with only few lines of text on it.

"Hi Missy" was the head line. Missy? Who is she? It´s not my name. "I put the packet to the place as we talked. You will find it easily, just look behind of the books. I know it´s very important to you."

What´s that? Who is Missy? What packet?

"Remember me on your prayers, dear. May God always walk with you. Your sister, Claire."

Wait a second, I said to myself. My grandmother´s name was Claire. But she had died 20 years ago.

I checked the sender of the letter: Claire Hopkins. It was my grandmothers name before she married. Could this letter gone missing in the post and come to me after almost 80 years? But Missy? Maybe some hers friend. Is she still alive? She might love to get this letter but how I can find an old lady who I don´t know at all? As became more and more curious, I took a call to my mother...

Few weeks later I stepped in to the care home. Nurse had warned me at the phone that miss Missy (as they called this fragile old lady) didn´t hear very well and hers memory had almost gone already. I saw very old lady sitting in the chair and as soon she saw me she smiled. "Is it you, Claire?" she said and tears came to hers eyes. "I have waited you all day, my dear friend." Then she smiled and added: "Don´t look so shy, of course I know you aren´t. I am not senile, yet." And she winked to me.

I took a packet from my bag and put it to hers hands. Then I sat down and told her the whole story; how I got a letter and post card, how my mother started to find miss Missy and looking for this old packet and how it finally was found behind of the old books from my grandmother´s old home and the whole story.

She listened me carefully. "And you finally found it? What a surprise. Thanks a lot dear, you have made me so happy. I am delighted I finally got it back. Maybe 80 years later but anyways. Wanna know what there is?"

Yes sure I wanted. Me and my whole family had made a lot of work for this little packet. There must to be something very special for this old lady.

She opened the packet slowly and... there was an old dolly.

"I missed this dolly so much when I had to move when I was young. Your grandmother found it from hers home and sended me a note. I am glad I have again my own dolly back home with me."

Did I made all this search only for an old, handmade dolly? My disappointing must have seen on my face as miss Missy touched to my hand. "It´s very important to me, dear. My own mother made it to me and just after it she became very ill and died. I was only 10 years old and it was like my world crushed into pieces. It´s the only thing I have from her. You made a lot of work to find it and made me very happy. Now it feels like my dear mommy would be with me again and all those sweet memories from my childhood. One day you will understand me better than now, when you are old and all alone and miss those sweet days which have gone."

She smiled like a little girl who has just became back to home from a long, very long journey.