The Write It Forward Game:
I'll provide the start- you write it forward!
250 words maximum please.
End in the middle of sentence...
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 below.
***BE 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/
Contact me if you have any feedback or questions.
THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAY WITH YOU! :)
BABA YAGA:
Baby Yaga lay in her crib listening to the deep voices of men and the snufflings of dogs on her rooftop. The one room cottage was dark with only one strong, dust-moted beam of light shining through the arched window in the door. She was warm enough since her Muma Pădurii had wrapped her tightly in a red, white and yellow wool blanket shortly before she left to go to the market. It scratched her chin and smelled of creosote and onions but it also smelled of Muma.
I'll provide the start- you write it forward!
250 words maximum please.
End in the middle of sentence...
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 below.
***BE 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/
Contact me if you have any feedback or questions.
THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAY WITH YOU! :)
BABA YAGA:
Baby Yaga lay in her crib listening to the deep voices of men and the snufflings of dogs on her rooftop. The one room cottage was dark with only one strong, dust-moted beam of light shining through the arched window in the door. She was warm enough since her Muma Pădurii had wrapped her tightly in a red, white and yellow wool blanket shortly before she left to go to the market. It scratched her chin and smelled of creosote and onions but it also smelled of Muma.
Then again, Baba Yaga
lay in her bed, two hundred years after the great snowstorm, wrapped tightly in
a wool blanket that smelled of chicken soup and garlic. Her bones ached and she wondered how it
could be that this ancient body could be the same body that she had been born
with. She remembered the looseness of
her limbs as they pushed against the swaddling blanket, the fullness of hair
and lips, and the delight her eyes took in the shadows that outlined the
room. With a dry crackling sound, she
shifted on her cot, scaring the mice that lived in the old bed straw. One hundred years ago today...
