Welcome to Stuff It Tuesdays: The Storetry Collaboration Challenge
I’d like to thank everyone for the fabulous contributions. I really enjoy reading all of the submissions and putting the ‘Storetry’ (a word that I created, part story, part poetry) together. I only wish I had more time to spend on it!
This is my sevnth installment of the Stuff It Tuesday ‘Storetry’ Collaboration Challenge.
I plan to do three more installments and then decide from that point how often I will continue to do it. The first 10 ‘Storetries’ will be included in a free e Book that I will be publishing later this summer with everyone’s submission and links to their blogs.
Please circulate this around, through Twitter, facebook. Google +, re blogging etc so that as many people as possible can get into this book! I would love it if everyone that follows my blog could call them selves ‘published’.
Below you will find each person’s submission followed by a link to their blog below what they submitted. Please read over the links to help make the ‘storetry ‘flow. The idea is to read it as a story. I provide the opening and closing paragraph and verse so there will not be a link below my submission. Please click on the links of the submissions you enjoyed to check out everyone’s blogs and to find more of their writing.
Tomorrow (Wed. June 19th) I will release a post with the content for next weeks ‘Storetry’. I always use the same format for each ‘storetry’ I just use different story premises each week. You can also find a permanent information link about Stuff it Tuesday on my homepage next to my ‘about me’ and copyright page tabs.
Thanks again I appreciate your participation and continued support!
Storetry # 7 Island Sand
He awoke at the edge of the water. How he had gotten there was a blur. This new land filled with unknown sights and sounds made him feel as if he was still in a dream. He slowly rose to his feet. Where was he?
Images and sounds tugged at his memory but none of them were solid enough to break through the dream. He shook his head to try and clean up his thoughts, knocking sand out of his hair in the process. The roar, the crashing of the waves, drove away any hope of trying to recapture the truth of it. Raising a hand to shade his eyes from the fury of the sun he scanned the horizon for a landmark and finding none he turned so the massive stretch of blue water was on his left and he trudged up the beach.
The water was a bright blue he had never seen before, the sand a perfect white that sparkled in bright sunlight and a warm, gentle breeze rushed against his skin just as birds began to chirp from a line of green bushes and palm trees. The chirps seemed to turn into singing and he began to smile, then walk along the soft white sand of the beach in rhythm to the song he was hearing drift out of the forest. Another warm breeze rushed against his skin and for the first time he noticed that he was naked. It didn’t bother him at all and he smiled, thinking that it made perfect sense in this perfect dream. He kept his walking pace in time with the birdsong as lyrics began to fill his head and in another moment he heard himself singing along with the birds…
It was a sunny weather with a comfortable breeze of wind
Colorful birds chirp melodiously on the flowers
A lion approaches and purr him
Fearful inside with a calm look
Squirrels untie his tattered shoes to stand on the sandy stone
Marveling this profound land
He wandered through the swaying flowers
Of copious colors for endless hours
Atop a mountain overlooking the valley low
A waiver of freedom abreast the morning glow
He tests his faith
Bequeath his soul to meet the heavenly gates
To one side, bare blue sea and not a thing else, endless and unforgiving, he could still feel the heat and the cold and the sting of the salt. Then the beach, rising yellow-brown through dune after dune to a line of trees on the horizon and, he fancied, a gentler murmur than the pounding of the surf. He forced his aching limbs to listen, to run across sand that didn’t yield under his feet as he’d expected but cut like diamond, pushing away the pain and holding in his mind’s eye the face of the man who had taken his wife, his kingdom, his life. Sun and sweat burned his eyes as he reached the crest and stopped, horrified and amazed. For before him there were no trees, only sand gently falling down to the sea, and when he turned back the way he had come – the way he had climbed – the dunes rose sharper still to trees and shade and the gentle murmur he already knew he would never reach.
photo image source: http://david-f.jalbum.net/Pinboard/slides/Traces%20in%20Sand.html
He turned and looked at the sea of his past, staring out at old horizons. He wondered if the sand beneath his feet was the blank pages of tomorrow. What do I write? He murmured. Cold sea foam nipped the tips of his toes. He jerked his feet away from the fringe of the sea…scrawling the first line into his unknown.
If only it was a dream,
all his worries would runaway with the stream
that connects with the ocean
leaving his heart wide open
But he turned with a painful heart sigh
His soul would never learn to fly
A mystical land
With gemstone sand
He was isolated and alone.
Nothing he knew and nothing he was shown
Had ever prepared him for this life,
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