Writing Prompt: Merriam-Webster word

Go to the Merriam-Webster word of the day web site ( http://www.merriam-webster.com/word-of-the-day/ ), and write a story based on that word.

Realia is the word for today 1/11/13

Realia: objects or activities used to relate classroom teaching to the real life especially of peoples studied
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Joe stared inside the old cardboard box he held in his hands.  Strange pointed rocks covered the bottom.  His grandmother called them realia from an ancient world long gone from this world.

            Whatever they are, he thought, their smooth surface made them perfect for skipping across the creek.  After all, they're rocks.

            He picked one from the box and whipped it toward the water. It jumped three times.

            Beside, he thought, Grandmother in heaven. She doesn't need them anymore to remember Granddaddy by.  She's up there with him, no longer with me.  He whipped another one, it skipped five times. 

            Not here with me, he thought again, throw the next rock hard, "Ahhh" he yelled at it. "Stupid things anyway." He mumbled.

            Another one flew across the water.

            And another one.

            The last one in the box.

            He picked it up.

            "Joe," a woman called behind him.  He turned to stare at her, his grandparents' neighbor. "the woman from child service is here."

            He stared down at the last rock, red like the Alabama red clay beneath his feet. He whipped it across the water, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11, 12." he counted it's skips "and gone like them."

Writing Prompt: You Wake Up, Road With No Memory.

Writing Prompt: You wake up by the side of the road lying next to a bicycle, with no memory and no wallet. What happens in the next hour?

            I opened my eyes, the world is blurry.   My hand moved to push my glasses back into place, but they're not there.

            I get down on my knees, the gravel cuts into my bare knees and my palms of my hands as I feel for my glasses.  I hope I find them. I think, the world one big mess without them.  Nose to the ground I can smell the dirt but don't see my glasses.

My head hit something, pain shot through my temple, and I fall back on my butt at the shock.

Looking up I see the big wheel of a bicycle spinning from the connect with my head.

Was I riding a bicycle? I asks myself, I haven't ridden a bike in years.... I think wait....

My mind goes crazy and my heart follow as I try to remember... anything.

The sound of tires cracking gravel make me look up to see a big blur of white coming my way.  The blurry door opens and someone steps out. "You ok?" a female voice asks. "Oh dear, your head is bleeding."

            "Joe, darling you think we need to take her to the ER or call 911?" she asked someone else.

There a grute reply.

"Come on Honey," said the woman.  She touched my back.

"I've lost my glasses."  I told her.

"Let's see" she said then silence. "I don't see them.  I'll help you to the car."

With her hand on my back she guide the way.  A sweet floral scent move with us.

Soon I'm in the back of an old van, it's smell of leather and rust.

            "Now, Honey, what's your name?"  the woman asked.

            Again my mind goes crazy trying to recall.

            "I don't know."

            She mumbles something ... not sure but I think she said "Those fools knocked the memory right out of her."

            "What was that" I asked?

            "Oh, nothing honey, just complaining about my joints."

            Something not right. I think.

            A cell phone ring.

            and rings

            and rings.

            "Are you going to answer that?" I asks.

            "No need, honey."

            I swallow as the phone's ring stops.

            Something not right for sure and I'm in the back of a van....

My Answer: Writing Prompt #1 Yourself

Writing Prompt:

You're a character in a book, describe yourself in third person - your physical appearance and personality.

            A girl with dark brown hair and pink glasses walked into the college cafeteria.  She gave the cafeteria worker  a small smile as she scanned her meal card.  She searched the large room, when she didn't see her friends she moved to look in the sunroom area, full of windows and tall tables and chairs.

            There she found her friends, her hands moved in a strange pattern called American Sign Language when she spotted them.  Her long fingers moved to formed what he didn't know. Her friends greeted her in return with hand movements of their own.

            She grin as she claimed a chair with her jacket.

            The grin disappeared when she entered the crowded food area in the back of the cafeteria, where he stood but her green-blue hidden behind her glasses looked to see who's there.  When she spied his group she crossed her arms and avoided his and his friends' eyes as she tried to decide what to eat.

            In long strides she headed in their direction, but she stared straight ahead as she passed them he watched her walk to the pizza stand.

            But then she grinned again as another friend greeted her, this one didn't use hand movements but talked to her.  She leaned close to hear. They're laughed. Her face changed as she no longer hid her emotions. 

 

Ok not sure this was the assignment but there's what I came up with.

Annie Laurie Gray