Friday March 4th, 2011

The exercise:

Four lines of prose about: the ninth.

The ninth what? Whatever you want. It is, after all, the 999th day in a row of writing here at Daily Writing Practice. Which makes tomorrow the 1,000th. And I've finally decided what we're doing to mark the milestone.

All you get is a heads up that the prompt should be up a bit earlier than usual. And that we'll be taking a week off from four line poems.


It was like he didn't even exist. His name had been erased from all the books, the first seven didn't dare speak his name. All because of what he'd done to the eighth.

Well, now that Homicidal dwarf was on the loose again, all of that was about to change.


Greg said...

This sounds exciting for the 1000th post! Are you going to post an audio reading of every post you've made since you started? That would be almost as good as the pigeons :)
Homicidal, he's a great dwarf, but even Charlie Sheen's PR agent couldn't have gotten him the Disney gig after what he did to the eight dwarf. I'm glad you still remember him though ;-)

The ninth
The ninth hole was known locally as Hell's Fairway ever since the lava pool had opened up and swallowed the sand-trap. The Golf Club had met however, and the board decided that this was still a valid obstacle and play should continue on the course. Then a third of the green had disappeared into a deep, sulphurous smelling canyon and the Golf Club decided that they would have do something. They raised the ninth to a par five.

Marc said...

I wonder how long it would take to read them all out? Actually, I don't even want to know.

Love your take - that final line is pitch perfect :)