Welcome to the Thirteenth Tuesday of Tell Me A Story Tuesdays. If you’ve stumbled in by accident, please read what we’re all about in About TMAST at the top of this page. If you’ve come from Gifts Of The Journey then you already know and you’re ready to go ahead.
Please take a look at the three photographs below and choose one or all three to leave a sentence that suggests a topic in the comment section. The topic sentence does not need to match in any obvious way with the image …just put whatever comes to mind in the comment section.
If you want to participate in the practice writing process come back in a few days and see what others have to say after leaving a topic that others can use. Pick one of their writing topic sentences left in the comment section and follow the directions in the About TMAST listed above.
I’ll go first….
She hesitated for a half second before going into the churchyard to look for his grave.
She wondered if this one might do the trick.
The cat sat without moving as it watched her with unblinking eyes.
Can I start with, “Just how freak’n cool is it to be in such the photographic mecca that you are in. Wow!”
1- Her joy seemed so out of place here, but finding the man in the picture here at St. Asburry’s was the culmination of a lifetime of research.
2- Who in their right mind would paint skeletons on the backs of spiders?
3- Everyday, he looks right at me. Not as a cat, but as a mysterious sentry who knows more than he should.
Picture 2: brings to mind a poem I read in Sixth Grade
Said the Spider to the Fly
the kids in our school system don’t seem to read such good stuff now
I’m sitting here on an “open day” reading over some blogs I haven’t checked in awhile. It’s raining, raining, so much more wet than I have patience with.
However, I have a couple items to wrap, ready to make a trip to the post office over the weekend.
I have looked all over your blogs and cannot find a “Contact Me” address.
If I would be allowed to have yours, please send a message to diane at wiman dot us.
I don’t do ‘forwards’ much, but sometimes I come across a little something which brings a gal in England to mind
#1. She looked through the gate into the graveyard, as the dusk began to descend.
#2. Arachnids are rather fascinating, don’t you think?
#3. Why on earth is that feline staring at us?
The lady of the castle, kept prisoner in her own tower, watched from her chair how her cat jumped to the window to investigate the source of the galloping noise coming from the courtyard.
My comment is about, obviously, picture #3.