Writing With Pictures
On Fridays, I would like to take an instruction break and do some style training per my blogrollees at Fresh Ink. This is where we take a picture and describe it. Please feel free to join in with insights. Either add to the story or start your own. Either way, let’s see that free style writing flow!
Our first test will be the image at the top of my page. Here it is again for the sake of format:
The sunlight leaned in from the west. The trees stood like soldiers, parting the way down the isolated trail. Small mounds of raked leaves lined the grass next to the path, not daring to intrude.
[This is where we choose our genre. I’m going to go with romance.]
She had finally done it. She said she would, and now, here it was, four months later, and she had finally done it. I knew she would leave me. I always believed her. But I guess I took her for granted.
All those times that I walked away from her. All those times that I hung up on her or sent terminal text messages telling her how I didn’t care if we never talked again. All those times of not eating what she cooked for me or how I frustratedly peaked around her while she sang in front of the television. It had all added up. To what? To this…. Me walking down this lonely road. Away from everything. To find…the one…who broke…my…heart.