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Writing Challenge #2: What the thunder said
Writing Challenge #2
2020-06-06
Liquid here with the second episode of our traditional series of writing challenges. Last time the challenge was about the great outdoors.
I wanted to keep up the outside world as a theme while proposing the new challenge. And I also wished to reference a beautiful, unequaled piece of English literature. So this month theme should be What the thunder said, from the fifth part of T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland (which you can read here).
So, this challenge is to write something about thunders, speaking or mute, literal or metaphorical, in the great outside or entirely contained in your kitchen. And of course other references to Elliot's works are more than welcome. Whether that's a short story, a haiku, a riddle, rhyming couplets, or whatever, it's totally up to you.
Following our prompt tradition here's some lines you can start from, or include anywhere else in your work:
The sky rumbled like a septuagenarian too tired to leave his armchair, but perfectly able to complain.
There is always another one walking beside you.
[My] foot slipped on a razor sharp rock, a spear-like tip poking through my sole.
And just remember: this is a fun challenge. The point is to have some fun, perhaps stretch some creative muscles, or give a new style a try; it's not a contest or anything.
Have fun!
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What can I do when the storm arrives?
The thunder roaring. Screaming. Shouting.
The lightning flashing. Cracking. Burning.
Battle waged across the sky.I crouch down. Shrinking. Hiding.
Left behind. Abandoned. Crying.
Trampled down and left to die.What can I do when the storm arrives?
The wind moaning. Howling. Shrieking.
The rain pouring. Dripping. Splashing.
Ashamed of all my cuts and scars.The trees falling. Tumbling. Breaking.
The darkness falling. Dimming. Obscuring.
The light escaping. I can't see the stars.What can I do when the storm arrives?
The clouds rolling. Blowing. Covering.
The water flowing. Rising. Drowning.
My eyes shut against the night.The sirens wailing. Falling. Rising.
The tires screeching. Slipping. Skidding.
I'm tired. I don't want to fight.What can I do when the storm arrives?
The thunder booming. Echoing. Crashing.
The lightning striking. Flashing. Warning.
I open my eyes to the midnight sun.
For now the storm and I are one.What will you do when the storm arrives?
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