This week we had to use the words Violin, Yellow, Eaten, Swept and Airplane.
My old termite eaten shack stood out in the desert like a drowning baby in a pool. I open the shack’s creaky yellow door and step inside. My plum-headed parakeet Lestat was out. I had him in when I left. I tried to catch him. His claw twanged a string of my violin. He shot out of reach just as I tried to grab him. He swept around the room a few times, like an airplane, just out of reach, taunting me. He turned around and looked at me. I swear he sniggered as he flew out the open door.
Natalia you have written with such great prose and great detail, making your story very fun to read. I love the adjectives you used, that made parts of your story so full and easy to picture as I read it. What an interesting plot also, and a very creative way to use the words in the prompt.
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