A Writing Game

Hi ATS, wanna play a game?



Here are my thoughts: I'm going to peruse my existing uploaded images files on ATS, find three images which I find interesting, and the challenge I propose is that someone picks one of the images and write an accompanying short story/poem/response. Then he/she picks three images to post and the saga continues.

It would be really fun to see some stories based on some pics I've taken! Hope this game appeals to some of you!!

Have a great day,

a reply to: zosimov

Refrain to the song: Fog's Song

Lift me up from the water.
Waft me then through the air.

So no longer lake bound,
I may go anywhere.

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I'm not a song writer so I'm afraid that is all that I know of Fog's Song.







these pictures aren't mine. I stole them off the internet

a reply to: pthena

Hi!!

Thanks for the Fog Song-- I love where you took that image too. Trying out a few melodies in my head.



I like those images you chose!!

a reply to: pthena

Surfer / sea

Stormy weather, rocky ship,
wood is crackling, people slip,
yet in the depths of the sea,
total calmness, the irony.




these are not pictures made by me

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

Your poem and the pictures you chose are great!! How fun!

a reply to: zosimov

Thanks for the Fog Song-- I love where you took that image too. Trying out a few melodies in my head.

I've got the melody in my head. I don't have a midi maker that works on 64 bit system.

I don't think ATS has media upload any more.

a reply to: zosimov
Thank you, the spontaneous ones are the best ones. No overthink.
This thread is fun, good idea

originally posted by: ThatDamnDuckAgain

This thread is fun, good idea

I'm glad you think so too! I'm going to wait and see if anyone new wants to join in and meanwhile have some ideas whirling regarding your pics. If no one jumps in I'll post mine soon/later (lol)!

a reply to: zosimov
I hope more join and play for I am bored, kid sleeps and so I have to stay in the hotel room. If more join, I shot a few photo that might be interesting for this thread.

*eagerness intensifies*

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

The apple or cherry tree ( can't tell from here)

To the tune of Blackbird

Pop corn poppin' on the apple tree
don't pick to soon
for there may be
sometin' more a comin'
if you just can wait to see.

a reply to: pthena
I like how you provide a tune / melody to your lyrics

It is an apple tree. I would not be able to tell from this distance too, but it has to be one because I duckduckgo'ed it.
I do not have ties to duckduckgo, before you ask

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

I'm not a song writer.
Really I'm not.
It's just all the Tom Bombadil
on the other thread.
(to the tune of ... jk)

originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

There it sat,
perched on a plate before me
like an offering to a hungry and forgotten god.

Stacked high on a shiny brioche bun, with bright sedimentary layers of tomato lettuce and onion and sharp cheese dripping down the sides of a thick patty was just the thing I’d been salivating for, my unattainable and unreachable hope the reason I’d kept dragging one foot in front on another through the lonely wilderness when every other fiber of my being had already given up.

Now it was here in front of me, I’d already devoured it with my eyes, my stomach turned as the aroma gave my taste buds a quick preview.

Nevermind that the toothpick sticking through the burger was topped with a word that echoed the very thought in my head when I’d spotted the pink neon “Diner” in the wastelands.. “Impossible,” I’d thought. And “Impossible,” the word on a flag on a toothpick in my burger.

Nevermind that the waitress hadn’t taken my order, had already known and had unceremoniously but with an odd look loudly set the very thing I’d been dreaming of in front of my wondering eyes.

Of course I would eat it. To resist would be impossible.

At the first bite my tongue was repulsed, my stomach cramped radiating sharp stabbing pain. I spat large half chewed pieces out in a rapid fire flurry.

“I knew something was wrong, you demoness!” I stared furiously at the shrinking waitress. “What poison is this?”

She had composed herself enough to square up for a fight rather than a flight. “It’s what ya ordered, yer ram-bull-lin freak! You came in here mutterin about impossible burger, well that’s whatcha got!”

a friend's artwork

not my pic

this one is though, from venice

a reply to: zosimov

I'm so glad you noticed the tooth pick flag.


It would have been rather awkward otherwise.

a reply to: zosimov

a friend's artwork

I'm going to cheat a little bit.
Don't know if you care for Country/Western but here goes.



"Let's take that trail along the river."

"Remember the first time?"

"Oh! Let's go!"

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Kind of a tear jerker, I know.
Moods change.




I'm running out of good stolen pictures.

a reply to: pthena

Just beautiful

Bit o water in the eye after that one!

nevermind, I replied to the wrong poem-post, duh.

a reply to: ThatDamnDuckAgain

That's fine! Post it if you got it

a reply to: pthena


As he passed unnoticed
through streams of expressionless faces and sightless stares,
his mind flashed back to long ago
when he’d reached the top of the Grand Canyon,
alone,
yet, filled with the sprawling beauty--
an integral part of the whole
as if to contrast his current estrangement from this sea of people.

Just then, through the gloom, the sunny beam of a passerby’s smile struck him with a warmth and light that he reflected right back.
A single ray of light breaking through the monochrome of mediocrity is a thing of striking beauty.








(stolen from the net)

a reply to: zosimov

That's lovely.

There was this time that I decided to write a novel.

The monk strolled into town
and looked around.
...
Not here.
Not in this town.

The novel went nowhere. Do not look for it in a store near you.
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There is a drawback to having this thread in Collaborative Writing. Only Writer status may participate.

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Maybe start a thread in Short Stories that links back to this, or ask a Mod to move this thread to Short Stories for bigger participation.