100 Days of Writing - 26
Beginning, middle and end. That's a story. Protagonist, want, antagonist, conflict, climax, end.
Once upon a time there was a very small but mighty pebble. This small but mighty pebble had been tossed into the bush by the side of the road after a speedy kid biked over it with his 1985 Raleigh Special.
The pebble had spent his whole life surrounded by his pebble pals, and this was the first time he'd been on his own. He was the size and shape of a kidney bean, tiny enough to go unnoticed but strong enough to survive the worst of climates. Small, but mighty.
He looked around him. He was in the thick of the grass that lined the road. He could hear his pals calling his name, "Pablo!" over and over again. The impact of the fall had damaged his ability to respond. A line of ants were transporting grains of sand to strengthen their home just a few centimetres away but they didn't notice this misplaced pebble and went about their business.
Suddenly, it started to rain. The more the rain fell, the more Pablo started to slip further into the bush. Splashes of puddles being hit by rolling cars sent him whirling, he fought as he could to stay put but the water was too powerful. Turns out it's harder than he thought to be a rock, out on your own.
Night came and a raccoon stepped right on Pablo as if he was of no import. It was dark, and cold, and Pablo shook until morning.
Then, just as he began to accept his fate, he heard a crying ant calling for help. Pablo gave into the slope and rolled down in the hopes that they may help each other out in this unknown territory. At the bottom of the ditch was a small, tiny, but mighty ant, who had hurt one of his legs.
"Can you help me?" he asked Pablo.
"Can you help me?" Pablo responded.
And, despite their circumstances, Ant used his 5 good legs to nudge Pablo along as Pablo guided that small but mighty ant right back to his home. When they got there Ant's mom was so happy to see him again that she gathered all the other ants and carried Pablo right back to his spot on the side of the road.
The ants waved goodbye and the rocks wobbled from side to side and everyone was happy and everything was right with the universe again.
Iron & Wine,
Katie
Once upon a time there was a very small but mighty pebble. This small but mighty pebble had been tossed into the bush by the side of the road after a speedy kid biked over it with his 1985 Raleigh Special.
The pebble had spent his whole life surrounded by his pebble pals, and this was the first time he'd been on his own. He was the size and shape of a kidney bean, tiny enough to go unnoticed but strong enough to survive the worst of climates. Small, but mighty.
He looked around him. He was in the thick of the grass that lined the road. He could hear his pals calling his name, "Pablo!" over and over again. The impact of the fall had damaged his ability to respond. A line of ants were transporting grains of sand to strengthen their home just a few centimetres away but they didn't notice this misplaced pebble and went about their business.
Suddenly, it started to rain. The more the rain fell, the more Pablo started to slip further into the bush. Splashes of puddles being hit by rolling cars sent him whirling, he fought as he could to stay put but the water was too powerful. Turns out it's harder than he thought to be a rock, out on your own.
Night came and a raccoon stepped right on Pablo as if he was of no import. It was dark, and cold, and Pablo shook until morning.
Then, just as he began to accept his fate, he heard a crying ant calling for help. Pablo gave into the slope and rolled down in the hopes that they may help each other out in this unknown territory. At the bottom of the ditch was a small, tiny, but mighty ant, who had hurt one of his legs.
"Can you help me?" he asked Pablo.
"Can you help me?" Pablo responded.
And, despite their circumstances, Ant used his 5 good legs to nudge Pablo along as Pablo guided that small but mighty ant right back to his home. When they got there Ant's mom was so happy to see him again that she gathered all the other ants and carried Pablo right back to his spot on the side of the road.
The ants waved goodbye and the rocks wobbled from side to side and everyone was happy and everything was right with the universe again.
Iron & Wine,
Katie
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