Why yes, yes it is a writing challenge! It may be a little random and it might just be a little too far out of left, center or right field for your personal liking or comfort zone. Let us take a moment to fling our hands up in the air, let loose an oath of epic, nine meter deep proportions and grin and bear it. So in case you didn't just notice my drop of the depth of the sinkhole at dundas and wellington, you now know what I'm talking about!
So here is the writing challenge. It doesn't have to be apart of your novel but it would be interesting to writing about something literal or physical that could send your life or someone else's into a sinkhole. Or... you could actually write about a sinkhole that actually has a maneating worm (like the sandworms from Beetlejuice). The creative process is up to you!
PS: Happy NaNoing! :D
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Oct 31, 2007 - 19 41
Nine meters? No problem. Yep, writing sci-fi allows for sinkholes. Thank you! COme again!
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Nov 6, 2007 - 07 55
Ahaha! I did it. XD
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“Sir! It’s my unfortunate duty to tell you, the way is blocked.”
“Blocked?”
“A part of the road has collapsed, and sunk into the ground. So deep you can’t see the bottom in this darkness, and so wide across that there is no way to pass it. You must turn back and find another way, I’m afraid.”
A woman poked her head out of the carriage quite suddenly, then, and asked, “Why have we stopped? Have we—oh,” she said, spotting Blake, who was running a hand down the withers of one of the horses. “What’s going on?”
“Apologies, Lady Crawley,” said the driver, turning in his seat, “but the road is apparently blocked. A sinkhole, the lad says.”
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Not the most interesting or well-written, and certainly no piece of literary genius, but, well, there you have it. ^^ (And it does actually move the plot along... just few paragraphs later. XD)
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Nov 6, 2007 - 12 45
Just logged on and found this writing challenge about sinkholes - here's a piece I just finished writing -
Lucky for my father Lairds men did not work in the foundry – it was beneath them. They were registered as employees but they spent their days at the other Laird enterprises – the furniture factory, the mill and after work hours the pool hall and dance hall. They left my father alone and were only called upon when Old Ken felt the workers were not producing as well as they should be. It was whispered that there were bodies in sinkholes all over the Lairdsville countryside of those who had drawn the wrong kind of attention from these boys. Some of them it was whispered were women. Like the poor woman found underneath the hyhoe tracks.
How's that for synchronicity. Happy writing everyone.