Challenge the Second

It is entirely possible that I have gone insane from lack of sleep.

I just finished my words for today and read this and added the rainbow!

As we were packing up she pressed a rather ratty (and I feared wee’d on) feather boa on me, a T shirt with a rainbow on it and a pot of sparkly eye shadow. ‘Her heart was kind I thought’ as we drove away. Our separation with Norma and Leonard though was threatening to be only temporary as they were making noises about coming down to see us in Morocco and the man was being purposely vague about our destination. I knew that we would all meet up again. The world wasn’t big enough to hide us.

Sorry I didn't make the meeting and not the next two either I fear but good luck to everyone !

This was also added as a result of this thread!

Wait a minute! Was that it? Was it like one of those sci-fi films where they stick a chip in your neck without you knowing? Could they control me with it?
Oh, shut up, Michael and stop being such an idiot. This was really happening. I hoped and prayed that I was in safe hands with Bodmin, Ziga and Karen, and not in the hands of Zippy, Bungle and Geoffrey from "Rainbow". With one of the three being my wife, I suppose that could be classified as a little harsh, maybe?

It's not the winning or losing...it's the taking apart that matters.

From mine.

The counter was tall and would allow him more freedom of movement if he was to hide behind that instead of lurking on the ground. Freedom to get a coffee. He slid across the brown and white chequered tiles until he reached his goal. Once there, Andy sat back and relaxed, looking up at the stacks of empty coffee cups, each with a happy little rainbow print down them. Now if only he could get one without the people on the other side noticing him. As his mind raced, a tiny hand grabbed at his shoulder.

Just a plain old fashioned rainbow for me...

Chapter Nine
Spring Into Summer

Melissa was lying on top of a hill. She’d high-tailed it on to the tube and gone to the end of the line. The end of the Metropolitan line. It had chugged and rattled and wheezed its way out to Amersham. Cute, little commuter village, she’d thought as she’d tramped her way through it and out into the wide, open space beyond.
She needed to think. She now hadn’t slept for twenty-eight hours but her brain was too wired by what had happened for her to consider unconsciousness. She was in a fix. More than that. This was a disaster. A catastrophe. She’d lost. Everything. To Henry.
As she looked out across the hills, her face held in a sunbeam, she watched a pale grey misty cloud wandering its way towards her. Its spittle and the sun prismed and a huge double rainbow ranged over the landscape. Pots of gold, she thought. At the end of that there’s a pot of gold. She jumped up and ran down the hill at full pelt.

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“It is nice. It’s really nice. Thank you.” Another smile, but this one he thought was more watered down, probably fake, obviously pained. He watched her move her face away from his, look down at the pretty cheap flannel as if he had carried frankincense over the desert and presented it to her inside a Faberge Egg. He doubted she really understood the whole situation, he knew she didn’t understand his motives fully (did he, even? Did he really know what he was trying to achieve here?) and he was almost too scared to admit he had begun to stop understanding her grief. He had only felt anything close to it once, a long time ago, and trying to remember it would be trying to reach the end of the rainbow. Details of that time had dropped out of his memories like conkers, like snowflakes, and all that remained was ghosts and whispers, the occasional strong sweep of emotion (sometimes guilt, sometimes loss, most often anger) and the yellowed letter written in 7 year old hand. Carol’s childish, face-wrinkled, bawling sorrow was completely alien to him. Maybe it was just too close to what happened to him, maybe it was too much like looking in a mirror at him as a boy finding out his sister had gone to Heaven (a large part of the pain was his knowledge that she wouldn’t have ever got in.)

“It is nice. It’s really nice. Thank you.” Another smile, but this one he thought was more watered down, probably fake, obviously pained. He watched her move her face away from his, look down at the pretty cheap flannel as if he had carried frankincense over the desert and presented it to her inside a Faberge Egg. He doubted she really understood the whole situation, he knew she didn’t understand his motives fully (did he, even? Did he really know what he was trying to achieve here?) and he was almost too scared to admit he had begun to stop understanding her grief. He had only felt anything close to it once, a long time ago, and trying to remember it would be trying to reach the end of the rainbow. Details of that time had dropped out of his memories like conkers, like snowflakes, and all that remained was ghosts and whispers, the occasional strong sweep of emotion (sometimes guilt, sometimes loss, most often anger) and the yellowed letter written in 7 year old hand. Carol’s childish, face-wrinkled, bawling sorrow was completely alien to him. Maybe it was just too close to what happened to him, maybe it was too much like looking in a mirror at him as a boy finding out his sister had gone to Heaven (a large part of the pain was his knowledge that she wouldn’t have ever got in.)

I like this challenge! Seeing as my book is about unicorns and horsies....a rainbow wasn't a hard thing to slip in!

Holly watched him take another wobbly step and she felt pure joy at the sight of him against the forest back drop. And as if to make a perfect picture even better, a rainbow formed in front of them. It's beautiful colours dripping across the sky and seemingly ending directly in front of them, on Treyfens back.
Chestnut gasped, “It's Aurora!” He stared as the rainbow shone brighter and the colours appeared to bounce off the young Unicorns small body.
Two Socks agreed with more reverance. “It's all the unicorns.” He declared, “They may have left us, but they left us with him.” He nodded towards the foal, “May us all live on in their shadows.”
“Or their rainbows!” Holly inturupted.
With that, Chestnut took a deep breath and slowly pulled himself up again. Two Socks took the lead and they began a slow amble back to the clearing. Each one of them wondering what or how they would be able to explain this to the rest of the community.

sorry, retarded internet made double posts!! >.<

If you travel faster than the speed of light, do you get where your going, and see your self comming?

this wasn't what i expected to do, but i think its quite nice ^.^
although probably a bit too cute for my gritty setting. oh well, cutes-ahoy!

My name's Liz!!! I want shimmering, shifting rainbow poweder :(

I think mine is not suitable for 'open' publication so its gone off to Alabaster staight off.

Help I soooooooo need to catch up!

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2009 - Cry Baby

As was announced at last night's meet. Cerys won the challenge, and it entirely wasn't because she was the only entrant there. It was entirely because I had a lot of empathy for the phrase 'It was two early in the morning for hallucinations.'

Congratulations Cerys, and really, I actually enjoyed a hell of a lot of what was written (particularly Iana101's not family friendly one, which ticked enough boxes for me to definitely earn a special mention, not the least actually managing last weeks challenge simultaneously with this weeks...good skills).

Well done y'all. New challenge posted next door. (or something).

Oh, and I'm utterly jealous of Cerys' new shiny rainbow pencils.

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This was unlike the story
it was written to be
I was riding its back
when it used to ride me
- Joanna Newsom - Peach, Plum, Pear