I chose the North Carolina photo for my prompt this week. I know I took this picture on a trip up to Chimney Rock, but I can’t tell you for sure where it is.
Cary poked his head around the side of the building to see what was in the back. The little half-shed that probably sheltered the water pump made sense. The story-and-a-half high wall with the upside down arch made him stop and stare.
“Cary, don’t go too far,” his sister called. She was supposed to be keeping up with him this week. They were on a road trip through North Carolina with their aunt and two older cousins. Cary, the youngest by three years, wasn’t as thrilled about this as everyone else. He had to sit in the very back of the minivan with no leg room and not much air conditioning.
“I’m just going to look at the backyard,” Cary called back. If she knew he was just behind the building she shouldn’t come looking for him. Continue reading
I picked the image of the ruins for my 20 minute sprint this time around. I’m also using a character from my 2013 NaNoWriMo project (which I never finished).
Brian stumbled as he walked forward. He had no idea what he’d just done.
Looking around, he had a pretty good guess. The Winter Queen had been furious about him stealing Gwen away from her court last week and had someone managed to draw Brian into Faery, but Brian wasn’t in Faery anymore.
This wasn’t like last week when he’d gone to Gwen and then brought them both back to her brother, this was something entirely different. Continue reading
I selected the image of the ruins for my sprint this time. I had so much fun with it that I kept working on it too, so I expect there may be more snippets from this piece as I continue with what is developing into a novel idea.
The Silo, a Storm, and Wings:
Ian climbed up the crumbling stone steps carefully. He knew he should have gotten someone to come with him, but he’d promised to send pictures of the old silo to Nina by today. He’d gotten plenty of shots from down below when he came last week, but she’d talked about getting a shot from up within the ruined castle through one of the windows or a crumbling whole in the wall and he wanted to get her one like that.
Ian glanced up at the sky. The clouds were gray and heavy, promising rain later and possibly a storm. He needed to hurry. Continue reading