Got tagged by a friend studying in Melbourne, for this. Seems interesting enough.
Section I: Write a story, by answering these questions as if you're telling a story.
So you're walking along in a forest. What season is it?
After a while, you come to a wall. What kind of wall is it? (height, material, shape, etc..)
What do you do about it?
Further in the forest, you happen upon a cup. Describe the cup.
What do you do with it (if anything)?
Next you spot a knife. Describe the knife.
What do you do with it (if anything)?
Next you come across a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
What do you do about it?
Finally, the path you seemed to have made for yourself looks like it ends at a cave. What do you think of it?
What do you do about it?
The End.
Section II: Here's what your story means:
The journey through the forest represents your life. The way you feel about the season you picked represents the way you feel about life. If it's winter in your story and you love winter, you are enjoying your life.
The wall represents your problems in life. The height, material, and shape is your view of your problems' surmountability. What you do about it is how you face your problems.
The cup means your friends. What you do with it is you feel about them or how you treat them.
The knife is your view of marriage. What you do with it is how you feel about it.
The body of water is your view of sex. Was it a large ocean of opportunity? Was it a dirty puddle? Did you jump in? Did you drink it up? Did you pass it by?
The cave is your view of death. If you went in, you are not afraid of death.
Here's Melissa's:
I’m walking along in a forest; it’s an autumn - silent. Everything is like a still photograph. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes.
After a while I come to a wall, half buried in foliage, and rising up to my breast – I can see the horizon, still.
I touch the wall, and say something out loud. And then I move on.
Someone’s left a cup – it’s disposable, used. Small, plastic and discarded, with water left on the brim – not coffee, not wine – water. It too, is clean, like the wall. No dirt, no soil – just like the person holding it had let it fall from their fingertips and vanished.
I leave it. It feels like its final resting place.
Someone’s bread/cake knife is lying on top of the leaves as if deliberately placed there.
I leave it, and move on.
I come across a lake, an opening, in the forest that’s large.
I sit on the wharf, lean on a post, and dip my feet in.
I come across a shallow cave, It’s dry, untouched. I feel mildly disappointed; I’d wanted a way out, to somewhere better than a cave. Somewhere better than a dead end.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?! I WROTE ALL THAT FOR A STUPID CAVE?!!
I pick up a sharp rock and draw a simple message into the back wall, and walk away.
The End
Here's how mine goes:
Im walking through a forest, its summer, the air is moist but cool.
I come across an old stone wall. It's all covered in moss...and I stare at the creepy crawlies scurrying around.
I chose not to climb it because of the bugs. A section of the wall is in ruins. I walk through the gap.
I stumble across a cup. It looks more like a bowl. A wooden bowl with intricate tribal carving on its outer surface. I pick it up and peer inside it. Dark rusty colour. Must have been sacrificial blood. I flung it away in disgust.
I found a knife. Cool. Antique bronzy thing. Same intricate carving around the handle. I balance it on my hand. Mmm...nice craftmanship. I wonder how much I can get for it on eBay. It goes in my backpack.
Nearby, I spotted a spring. I immediately felt thirsty and drank from it. Nice cool refreshing water.
Hmm..the path leads to what looks like a large cave. Seems interesting. I enter it, expecting to see more remnants of some ancient tribal civilization.
Ze End
I hereby tag:
Anna, Ben Gary, Min Chiee,Su Wen, Faye, Mau Ren, Li Mae, Ah Sher, Ji Keon, Li Wen, Pinkster and whoever else I know. Sorry, but too many names to remember. The more the merrier :P
