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Eris:
I know I started the last writing thread, but I haven't been writing very much lately, so I decided to pick three random words out of a box and try to write at least one piece a week including all three words. Seeing as there are writers around here, I thought I would make it open for anyone as a good exercise. Plus it is interesting to see the different ideas that come out of the same base words. I will change the title of the thread from next week to be the three challenge words, and edit this post to have a list of the past ones. Is there anyone else interested in doing this?


This week's challenge words are: Books, Rise and River

Past Challenges:
Glass, Vinegar, Waiting

Zingoleb:
I will jump upon this soon.

Barmymoo:
I'm up for this.

When's the closing date? Is there a word count?

Eris:
uhm, I figure there won't be a closing date exactly, because people who try this out later can do old challenges if they want, but maybe make it so you try and get one done before the next set of words are put up? I'll try and put new words up at the same time each week, so it will be on Saturday my time at some point.

There's no word count, but I will probably only be writing stuff around 200-500 words. Maybe don't make it too big because of people's reluctance to read huge walls of text (is there a limit to the size of posts? I am not sure). I guess if it is really big people could put it up on a blog and link it? I am not that fussy; it's more about getting people writing than anything else.

Eris:
ok, yeah, double posting. Whatcha gonna do about it?

      Glass, Vinegar, Waiting

      It was Friday night and the bar was busy; the DJ was playing old pop songs, with the lights changing colour in time. The drinks were cheap that night, as they were every Friday night, so people were out in the hopes that they wouldn’t be going home alone. The smell of desperation accumulated in the dark corners and people seemed to clump together, not wanting to risk being by themselves.
      She sat at the small table, leaning on it carefully so that the uneven legs didn’t make it lurch and spill drinks everywhere. She played with her drink, stirring it with her straw, making the ice clink against the sides of the glass; the bubblegum of Madonna’s voice blaring from the speakers drowned the sound out, even if she wanted to hear it. She gave herself a mental once-over while pretending to listen to her friend’s incessant prattling. She couldn’t be bothered telling the girl that no one cared about her failed love life.
      She went through the checklist in her head, working from the top down. Hair? Suitably tousled; half an hour had been spent making it look like she had just gotten out of bed. Eyes? Dark, smoky and (hopefully) mysterious; bedroom eyes to go with her bedhead hair. Shirt? Showing just the right amount of cleavage; don’t want to show too much, just give a hint of what is there. Skirt? Made her legs go on forever, leading up to her perfect arse. All afternoon had been put into making her look this way, so she had better get some results.
      There was a time where she would go out in her every-day clothes, throwing something on before walking out the door, not paying attention to what it was. Her mother would always say “you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, Erika” when she would lament about being lonely. Erika’s mother always looked immaculate, and was never lonely, even if sometimes it wasn’t her husband keeping her company. The honey worked in her case, so Erika decided to give it a go.
      So there she was, dressed to the nines, in a slightly seedy bar, sitting with people she didn’t overly like, trying to catch the eye of someone, anyone across the room. She wiped the condensation off her glass and licked her finger. The girl next to her droned on, ‘Time After Time’ drowned her out, and Erika continued to wait, staring at the people dancing in front of her wistfully.

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