The Write It Forward Game:
I'll provide the start- you write it
250 words maximum
End in the middle of
You can follow any thread - take the
story anywhere you like!
Use your own photos if you are a
photographer or painter!
Please provide a link so people can see
what you are doing on your own sites and share the game on FB/Twitter/Linkedin
etc. The more people we get playing the more likely they will look at your site-
let's build a huge playground together!
PLEASE HIT "reply' UNDER THE
POST OF THE STORY YOU WISH TO CONTINUE. You can see how I've responded and
continued the story below each of the comments
SURE TO LET THE PERSON TO WHOM REPLIED KNOW YOU DID SO BY PASTING YOUR LAST LINE
AND A LINK TO THIS SITE ON THEIR FB PAGE.***
paste: "Write It Forward @ http://coreeqlifecoach.blogspot.com/
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They say that when you see a horizon on a river you'd better paddle for shore. But what if there is nothing but sheer granite walls squeezing you into a raging, foaming madness of water like a reluctant bull into a castrating chute? That's when you paddle. You paddle and you sing. The song keeps your strokes strong and steady and reminds you to take a deep breath in and to let it out as the front of the boat drops seven feet down into a whirlpool of white. It's a way of daring God to make you cry. But God likes a song and more often than not we bounce and flail through- and then it's ten more hours till we sleep like stones under our wet birch bark canoes.
We heard the roar before ever a horizon came into few. The rains had been hard and heavy over the mountains all the week before, speeding us along bearing our three tons of furs and supplies... and one white woman in silk and fancy shoes. Frances, "but call me Frank" had convinced her husband that life in peril with him would satisfy better than life in safety without him and so along she'd come. With paint box and paper in tow.
Our first portage had been an eye-opener both for her and for us Metis Voyageurs. She had...