Hey, guys! I’m participating in Carol‘s lovely Cameras and Pens writing challenge, so I wanted to show you the first story I wrote for it. What makes this particular writing challenge special is that you can make art to illustrate your story or take photos that pertain to it for bonus points, as well as earning points by using the prompts! So I did all three.
***All photos are mine except the first one, which is a prompt photo. All artwork is mine period. ;)***
Prompts used: 2.
Photos submitted: 7
Artwork submitted: 3
Total points earned: 22
~ t i m e ~
Maybe it was just one minute. Or one second. Or one microsecond. It whipped past my memory WAY too fast.
I’d been looking forward to summer – the laughter, the friends, the pool, the freedom – for practically the whole year, and now here I was, sitting on the edge of the lake, absently spinning my bike pedals with my fingers and thinking about how school started in three days. Where had time gone?
Where had Time gone? I dangled my feet in the water and thought about it.
Maybe he was taking a vacation after all the hard work of making summer go by so fast. Maybe that’s why everything seemed to suddenly slow down – Time was tired.
We have made many faces for Time – some square, some round, some oval, some hardly a shape at all, with skin imprinted with numbers and evenly creased with lines.
But I think his real face is filled with thousands of wrinkles, one from each year he has seen.
Sometimes his eyes are greenish-yellow slits as they peer at you from the alarm clock on your bedside stand and wait, ready to shriek at you to get up, get up, to not waste anymore of him than you already have.
If that doesn’t work, he uses the sharp cane he carries to jab those who think they can waste him away.
He has one long hand and one short hand. He was born with a sort of nervous tick that he can’t seem to get rid of.
His clothing style is rather eccentric; a mish-mash of fashions picked up from many eras.
Fickle, wayward, unaccountable… and yet what would we do without him? You have to admit, he’s pretty diligent at his job, and there’s really no one that could replace him.
I sighed. I guess Time did deserve a break after all that work, and besides, summer would get old if that’s all we ever had. And how would I learn all of the stories Time has collected over the years without History class?
I stretched and stood up. The sun was setting like an egg the moon had cracked for breakfast, the deep orange-yellow yolk spilling all over the sky. The moon ate it all up and then began its long night’s work.
It was right on Time.
The End. 😀
I had a lot of fun with that, as you can probably tell. 😉 I hope you had fun reading it!
What artwork or photo was your favorite? Would you like to read my future CPC entries or would you rather me post normal stuff? I’d love to hear your honest (but courteous) opinion!
Thank you for reading, dears, and have a lovely day filled with plenty of Time. 😉
P. S. Oh. My goodness. I ALMOST HAVE THREE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS?! Eeeee! I’d probably better start planning something, which will probably include a giveaway. Any suggestions?