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This thread I ask anyone to give me a writing callenge. love doing challenges, and writing and often love having something given to me and just seeing where my head takes it. I will take more than one at a time and will try to complete them all in a timely manner. Thankyou for helpy me train my creative mind.


The prompt could be any of the following, or of your own choosing:
A first sentence
A last sentence
A book blurb (the Little bit of Information you find on the back or inside cover of a book)
A Picture
A Poem
A Quote
A random Statement
A list of words
ext.

You may have me write in any of the following formats, or one of your own choosing:
A short story
The begginning of a novel
A book blurb
The ending of a novel
ect.


I don't do Poems though

I used to do this in another group! So here is my challenge:

Write a short story on the following picture:


No Titanic replay, okay :P

kk

So this might be cheating, but I just revised something I had previously wrote to fit this pic. Enjoy


(view spoiler)[ April 17th, 1896
The waves crashed against the wooden hull of the ship, Victoria. Gust after gust of wind hit the sails rattling the timbers and making the masts creak and groan. The captain of the old schooner, a man by the name of Sal, was strapped to the deck barking useless orders at his crew desperately trying to save his ship. He was a short, elderly man, with a small amount of white hair on top of his absurdly large head. He was known by all the sailors as a tough, but fair and respectable captain. He had a way about him that made people respect him, he was a leader, a man anyone would've followed into any battle no matter how bad the odds. But, that day the man who was usually so confident and optimistic, knew even then that they weren't going to make it. He was sure that the crew couldn't hear his useless orders over the noise of the storm and even if they could it wouldn't have made a difference.

Water splashed against his leg as yet another humongous wave struck the ship. Sal looked despairingly at the sky. It was only 3 hours past midday but the storm had blocked out all of the suns light. Instead, the sky was covered in angry black and gray clouds pushing and shoving one another for space, overcrowding the sky so that whenever one of the clouds had a chance to move another took its place. Sal was an experienced sailor and had never once gotten seasick, but when he looked up at the sky at that moment the constant shifting and changing of the dark mass was enough to make him want to go to the rail and hurl. Thankfully he did not act upon this thought because not a moment or two after he thought this another crew member did throw up and though he was also strapped the ship he was swept away by the roaring sea along with the large chunk of railing he was attached to.


Sal sadly surveyed the ship. Even through the downpour he could see that the vessel was in ruins. One of the three masts was cracked almost in half and was leaning at a dangerous angle over the deck. Half of the wooden planks, so expertly put together ,were wrecked, the other half drenched in sea water. The once beautiful carving on the rails was destroyed. In just thirty minutes the monstrous storm had reduced the majestic ship to a simple raft barely floating. He knew that if they somehow made it out of the horrible storm they could never make it to land.

He sighed and looked out to sea where a small life boat, was attempting to escape the wrath of the ocean. He knew they’d never make it, had told them so himself when he saw them trying to untie the raft, but they wouldn’t listen, and they went, leaving him and the rest of the crew behind. But, he supposed, what was the harm. They were all dead, now that the sea had decided to kill them.

Suddenly an ear splitting crack rang through the air. Sal looked up just in time to see the middle mast hit the ship cracking it in half. He was sent flying through the air and into the cold Atlantic ocean. As he sank beneath the waves the old man had only one thought. That if the ship was one day found that they would know how beautiful she once was and they would know that he had tried his hardest to save her. With that final thought the Victoria and her ever loyal captain sank beneath the waves. (hide spoiler)]