(For those intrested, this is the DeviantArt group I found 100themeschallenge.deviantart.com)
I'm currently doing Variation 2 as I preferred more of their Themes.
This is the first Theme Introduction
This is pretty much how it went, I tried a few hundred times to write the dam thing out before this strange little idea came forth and I just ran with it.
- Introduction
Her head leant down at the desk, hair falling over her face, a groan escaping her lips. ‘This should not be this hard’ she thought inwardly, sighing and resuming her place in front of the glowing screen, staring at the mess of words typed in front of her. She looked down at the delete key on her keyboard and scrunched her face up thinking.
‘100 themes, that seems easy!’ she had thought before ‘100 different themes, write something about each theme, simple!’ Her enthusiasm didn’t stop there. She had set herself the mission to write about 4 paragraphs for each theme, or half a typed page. There were no proper rules set for the challenge she had found but she felt including her own rules would make it more tasking. ‘This will be easy as anything; I could probably get one theme done a day. Maybe two if I’m not doing much else.’
She’d been attacking the first theme for 4 days now. It was mostly what occupied her thoughts when she wasn’t thinking of much else. “Introduction” it was called and she was stumped. Her little voice in the back of her head piped up “Why not just skip it? Jump onto a few that really whet your whistle and then come back to it when you’re more creatively inclined?” It seemed like a reasonable and logical solution for this problem she’d gotten into.
“But it feels like cheating,” she had mused back to the voice, “I want to do them in order.”
“But you’ve seen others start at forty four and eighty six, what’s to stop you from jumping a few?” The Voice reasoned back.
“I want to go in order. I just need to have a think.” ‘What does introduction mean?’ She asked herself. When her brain replied with a large shrug she went to Google and checked it on the dictionary there. She hummed lowly and thought some more. ‘Ah! What about Jane Austen? And the Regency period? They’re always talking about introducing each other to one another!’ So she thought she had cracked it and went away writing some drivel in Mock Austen.
“Oh my dear Miss Partridge, I simply must introduce you to my brother, he’s ever so dashing, quite the gentleman.”
“Maybe so Miss Downing, but perhaps I should wait for him to introduce himself?”
“No, nothing of the sort could ever be perceived!” She wailed, dragging her good friend by the hand through the throng of people of the Annual Higglebottom Ball.
“Miss Downing, please!” Miss Partridge protested, bumping into people, excusing herself as best she could.
“That, my friend is probably the worst bit of writing I’ve ever seen you write...” The voice piped up from the back of her mind. “I think if Jane Austen were alive right now, she’d bitch slap you from here to Higglebottom...” The girl sighed, defeated. The voice was right, it was an awful bit of writing. She tried to tweak it about, introducing a wealthy Lady Dowager or a dashing Lord, but it just wrote awful.
“Okay, I admit defeat. What about the introduction of a big burly man? Something futuristic? He’s being transported to a high security prison and is explaining his story while going?” She offered to the voice.
“Bit Riddick isn’t it?” The voice chirped back and the Girl cursed aloud.
“I could give him a big, bushy beard?” But she felt the rolling eyes of the Voice on her already.
So here she was, slumped at her computer desk, down at the first hurdle. She began to think of packing the whole idea in; it wasn’t like she’d promised anyone she’d do this. “No, just yourself,” the Voice pitched in.
“I wouldn’t mind. I could always try again in a couple of months.” She’d just settled herself with the thought of quitting the 100 Themes Challenge when another thought sparked in her mind, one that was just a tiny ember at first, but as she thought some more on it it burst into flames and became a whole idea.
Her head leant down at the desk, hair falling over her face, a groan escaping her lips. ‘This should not be this hard’...
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