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It's Blog Hop Time!

Joining the blog hop devised by Lillie McFerrin, Angie Richmond, Angela Goff and Daniel Swensen...

Here's the deal:
Write a piece of flash fiction, poem, or song (300 words or less) using the photo above as your inspiration. Post it on your blog anytime between now and when the linky closes. Every eligible entry will qualify for a chance to win one of the prizes listed below. The linky will close January 30th. Lillie, Angela, Daniel, and I will then read, debate, and decide on five winners for the following:

1st: Fifty page critique by Lillie McFerrin
2nd: Twenty-Five page critique by Angie Richmond
3rd: Fifteen page critique by Angela Goff
4th: Ten page critique by Daniel Swensen
5th: A copy of Steven King’s On Writing 

Copy and paste the linky code below with your entry. Spread the word! We look forward to reading your take on this amazing photo! 

[for some reason it won't let me put the code in here for the linky, but if you follow one of the links above you'll find it :)]

Photo by Luis Beltran
Twilight Forest


'Your mum has no life.'
'Yeah, I know. I think she believes she's somehow bonding with us, though...'


The way my golden haired boy said bonding, you might have been forgiven for thinking he was sucking on a lemon at the time. He wasn't, of course. Rather, he was tasting something far less palatable - embarrassment.


For my part, I didn't completely disagree with him. I knew I'd been drawn into a vortex of Minecraft. At the time, I didn't know quite how consumed in I'd become, though.


I lay in the jagged, pixelated grass, looking up at the sky with it's right-angled clouds. In the distance I heard the bellowing of cows. They sounded real. I dared not look for them in case they were the variety with jolly red toadstools sprouting out of their backs. Mooshrooms. Finding one had enthralled me for the better part of a weekend some weeks earlier. Now they scared me.


Everything scared me.


The trees here were extremely tall, taller than the giant mushrooms. And there were dragons, or so I'd been told, though I hadn't encountered one yet. Perhaps that was because the game had been set to peaceful when it happened.


Downloading mods was always tricky. I'd had to uninstall and reinstall the game several times. I could never have known that when a player downloaded the Twilight Forest mod, the mod also downloaded the player. Never in a million years.


I heard the rustling of sheep nearby. Maybe I'd gather some flowers and dye them red. I had to find something to do while the boys worked on getting me out of here. I just hoped they wouldn't loose interest in the game and move onto something else. I needed to find The End. Instinctively I knew this was my only hope. To get back to my old life, the one I had before Minecraft threatened to suck the life out of me.

Comments

Good one, I like it!!
McKenzie said…
That was really creepy. In a good way.

I might ban my brothers from playing Minecraft though... O.o
J. A. Bennett said…
oooh! I really like your premise! That ending left an empty pit in stomach. Very good!
Gwen said…
I'm reminded of the anime .hack, but this is still really cool. I love how so many of us doing this wrote genre fiction, and I love the fact that the mod is called Twilight. Minecraft, I need to play that, but I have a feeling that if I do I'll be hooked.
David P. King said…
Nice one! Always appreciate good details to help me picture what I'm reading. :)
Catherine Noble said…
Aww, you really feel for the character, being stuck in the game like that! I love seeing all the different angles people have taken with the blog hop picture :)
ruanna3 said…
Big video game fan, so it attracted me immediately. Nice!
Huntress said…
Love the detail!
This had great detail - well done. New follower :)

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