Menolyrical Challenge

Hello again - am risking being a bit boring this month, with all the writing flurry which is on at this end... but I know that lots of you have stories to tell too, which is why I issued the FFF challenge to you all a couple weeks back. Here it is again... though I did amend point four (reference at top, not bottom, of post - it gives better context and also helps when you are writing the story). Have also expanded on point two, in the hope you will feel even more encouraged!

NOVEMBER FINAL FRIDAY FICTION BLOG HOP.

Yes, I invite you all to get scribbling and create a poem or short story to be posted on Friday 24th of November. It will be a bloghop. All you have to do...

1. Take a favourite book and go to page 87; take a section from lines 8, 12 and 16.
2. using those phrases as a prompt, build a story around them. It can be either prose or poetry. The phrases do not have to appear in your tale in the same order as they were extracted from the origin text; but they ought to remain 'intact' so that they can be recognised upon reading them. (see point 4)
3. Try to keep it to not more than 500 words but at least 150.
4. Note the source text, it's author, and the actual phrases taken at the top of the post.
5. Schedule the post and prepare to link up to the bloghop - again I will be quite strict; only those who have properly entered a fiction post and who place a link-back to this blog will be kept on the hop.
6. As an added incentive, YAM will select one which she feels has extra merit and a special badge will be awarded to place on your sidebar.

For all participants - and for those who are willing to promote this bloghop - please take this badge and place a link to this page so that participants can always pop back to read the 'what, where and when'. Happy writing efurrybuddy!!!

As a bonus here, let me put in a flash-fiction version from my found phrases, which were -

"having only each other, cannibals and fire, sounded like a horrible idea."

Have written a full short story and scheduled it already, but am writing this one 'on the hoof' for you right here right now - go on, have a go - I know you can do it!!!

Karee and Karoo

Having only each other

Wandered the limbs of the land

From the Top to the Kinabaloo

They traipsed and they trotted

In search of the myth

Of cannibals and fire and

With which they were besotted

Their peeps had told them it

Sounded like a horrible idea

To go in search of such as these

And that they had no wit

To survive the ravages

Of the Top or to reach the

Place of Kinabaloo where were

The bone-cruncher savages

But Karee and Karoo

Would not be told other

And off they set with naught but

A pouch with a fruit or two

They wandered and wondered

And came to the Top but

Found it to be empty and hollow

And from mainland asundered

So around they went

In the path of the sun

Till they reached Kinabaloo

And there they found fun

For the ‘edge-elves’

Welcomed them and boiled the pot

Ready to serve them –

……………………………………………..

The tale is now told

To all children of Komti

Of the wanderers defiant

Of yesteryears old

Who never returned

No, never came back

After searching the ‘myth’

Of which they were warned.

(193 words) © Yamini Ali MacLean