tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post6402102992715934724..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Pixar Formula: “Once upon a time there was __________”Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-50265724893684926942013-05-07T23:55:26.687-04:002013-05-07T23:55:26.687-04:00LOL I'm glad you did, very cute. I think that ...LOL I'm glad you did, very cute. I think that presenting the prompt as a Pixar model might lend itself to more child-like storytelling? You followed the spirit of the prompt, while I did more of the formula, I think. *shrug* An interesting exercise, at the least. Some of these I think are a little like "throwing at the wall to see what sticks"!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-20857562401809216882013-05-06T18:21:47.329-04:002013-05-06T18:21:47.329-04:00Oh my, I was almost too embarrassed to post this o...Oh my, I was almost too embarrassed to post this one! I don't think I did this very well. Oh well. <br /><br />Yours is nice and sweet, and real story too!Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-75084634187132505742013-05-06T18:18:12.666-04:002013-05-06T18:18:12.666-04:00Prompt: Pixar Formula: “Once upon a time there was...Prompt: Pixar Formula: “Once upon a time there was __________”<br /><br />Once upon a time there was ___.<br />Every day, ___.<br />One day ___.<br />Because of that, ___.<br />Because of that, ___.<br />Until finally ___.<br />And ever since that day, ___.<br /><br />Once upon a time there was a fish named Sue. Sue lived in a deep, cold lake. Every day, Sue swam around the edges of the lake, and visited with her friend the crab, Bill.<br /><br />One day, after a big, big storm, Bill was not hanging out near the old sunk tree stump like usual. Sue swam all around the stump looking for them. <br /><br />On the far side of the stump, Sue noticed that what used to be a shallow finger of water near the shore (like Martha liked to bask in) was deeper than usual. Sue swam into the finger. It kept going. And going. Until, suddenly, it got even deeper, and widened out!<br /><br />Sue was in another lake. But, because Sue was a fish, she had not known there even _were_ other lakes. She had never been able to swim out of her own before. She was very confused. She swam back down the finger and hid behind the stump.<br /><br />After a while, she felt brave again--but not quite brave enough to go through the finger to the other lake again--and she swam back home. She tried to tell her mother about the other lake, but her mother told her there were no other lakes. She told her brother. He had heard what his mother said, and said the same thing.<br /><br />Sue kept looking for fish who would believe her, but no one did. Sue swam around the edges of the lake again, looking for Bill, but he was not there. By now the finger was shallow again. Sue swam into it, but it ended like she was used to.<br /><br />Sue had decided she had dreamt the whole thing, when she finally found Bill's father. She asked where Bill was (not telling him about the other lake because she now thought it was a dream), and he said Bill had gone to the neighbouring lake in the deep rains. Because Sue was a fish, she would have to wait for another deep rain to visit him. Bill was still too small to crawl all the way across between the lakes by himself, even though Bill's father could.<br /><br />Sue was happy that Bill was all right. Ever since that day, when there was a big storm, she would hang out by the stump and the finger of water, and look for the passage to other lake.<br /><br />Annenoreply@blogger.com