These lessons, by one of our most consistent FaithWriters' Challenge Champions, should not be missed. So we're making a permanent home for them here.
I chose this setting because in the dungeon of the tent it compounded the desolation that Miriam was experiencing because of the error of her way.
Link to this piece:
http://faithwriters.com/wc-article-leve ... p?id=23041
ps I submitted Slant Rhyme when you can get to it.
Jesus’ love is constant and never wavers.
Excellent job with the setting in your Biblical story, Colin! You chose some really excellent descriptive words that all added to the tone of bleakness.
Sorry I haven't gotten to all your posts yet--been gone for a few days. I'll try to catch up soon!
Okay, Jan, I was scanning some of the old classes, and the assignment for this one snatched me and got me intrigued.
Perhaps you will be interested to know I actually used the Pop-O-Matic from my kids' "Trouble" game to get my characters, etc. (I thought it was interesting, anyway!!) And, by the way, I'm writing this right here in the submission box (this isn't a challenge entry, after all! LOL)
3. busy city
People have been coming in all afternoon. The coronation of James this week has made this little tavern even busier than usual. And the talk is constant and heated. Sure, he'd done fine as king of Ireland and Scotland, but this was England.
Personally, it makes no difference to me. What I really need is to get off my feet. Serving all these men their meals is making my too-small shoes nearly burst. I wonder if the proprietor would allow me to work barefoot.
Before I get a chance to ask, I see a regular walk in. My countenance changes immediately. My wonderful husband, Preacher Stewart, saunters in and sits at a nearby table.
I hobble toward him, after getting the okay from the proprietor. "Don't be long, Miss. We have paying customers here."
"My dear, I have wonderful news." He hands me a lumpy cloth.
I unwrap it and squeal. A new pair of shoes. What a treat, and they are lovely. I slip out of my old ones and put on these, better-fitting ones.
"Don't wear them out, my dear," he says with a sparkle in his eye. "I'm doing the invocation at the coronation, and you'll be right beside me."
Not sure it's very good, but it was fun to write anyway. And I think I did a fair job of showing the setting.
Can't sleep so I'm trolling around here and reading old lessons. Hope you don't mind, Miss Jan.
Here's my homework.
The only sound in the usually busy city was the twittering of a few birds perched in the trees. Absent were the milkman, the newspaper delivery boy on his bicycle, and even Deputy Williams who usually stood at the entrance to city hall.
As Preacher Thompson strode across the street past town square, his eyes darted to the clock in the bell tower as it chimed seven times.
He quickened his pace. The town doctor had made another dawn phone call and Preacher once again left the confines of his home to attend to another grieving family.
This is the fifth one this week. When will this influenza end? he thought as he coughed and knocked on the door.
Hey Seema, I've got chronic insomnia, too! Are you on IM? Maybe sometime we could chat in the wee hours of the night.
Anyway, you did a great job with the small-town setting here, and also, with one cough, you established an atmosphere of fear and foreboding. This is SUPERB.
I have MSN messenger for IM. I think I can get the Windows one, too. Will have to wait until I get my laptop back though.
Glad you liked my homework. I think I may have to expand it.
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