Project in a box - Picture frame.
So today I had my first Creative Writing lesson of 2011, and have finally started the lesson I’ve been waiting for…Fiction Workshop.
Today’s exercise we had to reach blindly into a bag and pull out the first item we came across and I pulled out a picture from, we were then asked to jot down our initial description of it and I wrote;
“I have a picture frame, it doesn’t look very old, but then again it doesn’t look very old either, there’s dirt caked on the glass.”
We then got told to create a story based around the object and I wrote the following paragraphs. My story was heavily influence by the novel I am reading at the moment. The Gunslinger by Stephen King.
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I picked up a picture from, the plastic had stood the test of time. Then again so had the glass, what was considered a precious material these days. I blew hard, trying to displace the dust that had settled onto it, but I had no luck. I dropped the frame back in to the rubble and heard the faint sound of the glass break. The owner wouldn’t care, whoever that was they were long gone. Just as everyone was long gone in this wasteland of what once was. It had been well over a century since The Fated had arrived. Over a century and I still remembered it like it was yesterday.
I walked over to the door of the ramshackle building, carefully eased open the door, and stared into the barren emptiness. Time to move on. I gathered up my makeshift camp and stepped through the door out into the desert and its blinding sun and searing heat. That’s when I heard it, a sound that I knew would haunt me as much as the memory of The Fated. It was a high pitched, ululating sound followed by a thrumming. A Gateway was opening, I span round drawing my revolver, modified for 12 bullets, fully load.
A roar ripped from me as the first figure came through.
