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Post by lemacd on Feb 2, 2018 4:38:42 GMT
I want to do something different... and the idea is only about 3 minutes old and Feb. 1 is... well, where I am there is only an hour left which means that all who want to play will have to catch up. Or just jump in where you feel like it. Partial credit is still credit. I will post a prompt list, 28 prompts for 28 days in February. For each prompt, please post a pic from the movie (see below) and write a drabble (a drabble is 100 words, no more no less... but we can play loose with the definition, no one will care). RE: POSTING PICTURES... For the sake of our admin and the limited storage on this board, please don't upload photos if you can help it. I suggest using this website for your screen caps ( movie-screencaps.com/the-sound-of-music-1965/ ) and link to it using the 'insert image' function on the tool bar. Maybe you have your own caps at photobucket or some such place you can link to... that's great too. What? You can't be bothered to write a drabble because you have a WIP that has your fingers flying over the keyboard all day? That's great, so how about a picture? What? You can't be bothered to hunt for a picture? Fair enough, how about a drabble then? What? You have a life and can't do this for the next 28 days? How about doing just one day? Or three? or maybe half? We'll still like you. Your membership is safe. So. Takers? Just imagine a thread full of pics and fun little drably thoughts about our favorite thing? THE LIST
1. first sight
2. cozy
3. the teacher
4. insight
5. boy
6. honor
7. the look
8. clothes
9. something old
10. water
11. it's about time
12. healing
13. question mark
14. pink
15. caught!
16. and then he kissed me
17. I need a drink
18. party
19. girl
20. pocket
21. different
22. temptation
23. summer
24. song
25. time to eat
26. dance moves
27. what a disaster!
28. dream come true
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Post by lemacd on Feb 2, 2018 5:15:20 GMT
 Day 1: first lookHe was a shadow at first, tall and looming, his arms stretched out to catch the doors as they bounced on their hinges after he slammed them open. No, no, no. This couldn't be him. Sea captains were portly figures, wizened by adventure and the salty air. He was too young, surely! And where did he come from? Sea captains weren't very stealthy creatures, clomping about in heavy boots. This man, this brooding, curiously dark creature, didn't look at all like a sea captain. If he was a sea captain, she would need to see his parrot to prove it. |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 3, 2018 7:46:19 GMT
Day 2: Cozy
Growing up, she had a small pallet in a garret room, sweltering in summer, frigid in winter, hard and lumpy all year around. Her bed at the abbey, though just as small, was such an improvement that she talked about it for weeks, until a Sister kindly but firmly informed her that gratitude is measured by sincerity, not by repetition. The bed she was given at the villa was large and soft and, she was sure, very warm. But until she hunkered down under the downy covers with two little girls, she didn't realize that it would be so cozy. |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 3, 2018 22:36:48 GMT
Day 3: the teacher
She told the children she was teaching them a song to sing for the Baroness, and it wasn't a complete lie. She had every intention of having them perform for their father's guest. But those poor children needed music for themselves, to have something to hold on to when they felt sad or lost or lonely. To possess something that could never die. To love something that would never abandon them. Life had taught this to her and they say students make the best teachers. Indeed, she was teaching them much more than a song to sing for the Baroness. |
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Post by augiesannie on Feb 4, 2018 0:57:48 GMT
DAY 4: INSIGHT - I'm sorry I'm horrible at drabbles, but I think this moment captures an insight don't you?  |
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Post by andhereweare on Feb 4, 2018 3:05:25 GMT
From augiesannie's picture, and in less than 100 words, Elsa:
This is reality. The seven children do exist.
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Post by augiesannie on Feb 4, 2018 14:53:07 GMT
From augiesannie's picture, and in less than 100 words, Elsa: This is reality. The seven children do exist. Love this. I took it from the part where he is singing Edelweiss and gazing soulfully at Maria, and Elsa follows his gaze, so I think it might also be (here goes Drabble try): I had no idea Georg has such a beautiful voice. Not that it should be a surprise since everything else about him is just perfect. Those eyes - and that expression on his face! Oh, I wish I understood what's holding him back. I've tried my best with the children, really I have. Now if he would just - I know he cares for me! Just look at the way he the way he - but wait a minute, he's not looking at me, he's looking at - at the girl! |
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Post by indigoblue on Feb 6, 2018 0:11:34 GMT
 BOY: I think I have just found someone who likes slugs and snails and puppy dogs' tails as much as I do! |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 6, 2018 4:03:47 GMT
(please see the cap submitted by augiesannie a few posts back) Day 4: insight
She was fascinatingly beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that. It wasn't difficult to see that she possessed everything a healthy, virile man of any age could appreciate and desire. But Max was starting to realize she was also a woman of hidden depths and talents. No doubt about it, his friend was in for the ride of his life; after all, if a singing governess can persuade this former captain of the royal navy to pick up a guitar and serenade his children, there is no telling what a wife who can play the harmonica can make him do! (don't ask me what this means, they can't all be winners, just tried to put a twist in there...) |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 6, 2018 4:34:23 GMT
 Day 5: boy
Lousia made fun of him, calling him a telegram boy (always emphasizing the word boy) still riding a bicycle, barely out of short pants! But he was seventeen, going on eighteen! He was older and wiser than her! He could take care of her and teach her all the things a girl needs to know as she discovers love and romance. His friends weren't boys either, most of them wore official looking uniforms and he talked with them about things her mind could barely understand. No. Rolf was a man. Unfortunately, he was a man who kissed like a boy. |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 7, 2018 6:24:03 GMT
 Day 6: honor
It felt like it was a different lifetime when he took his oath of honor and duty and for a country that seemed to no longer exist. Long after the empire fell, the navy still shaped him, its principles still echoed in every part of his life. He knew that if he gave into the threats veiled as honored requests, he would be lost forever. Those principles were his homeland now and he would continue to serve them with honor, even if he did it alone. Even if his house was the only one that didn't display that wretched flag. |
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Post by indigoblue on Feb 7, 2018 23:17:08 GMT
Bravo!
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Post by indigoblue on Feb 7, 2018 23:45:13 GMT
 No 7:The Look " I wish I knew what was going on in your mind; what are you thinking of when your eyes close last thing at night? What dances in front of your eyes when you are bored, what thoughts wander into your head when you are alone? You are but a conundrum; I need to know what goes on on the dark side of your moon..." |
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Post by indigoblue on Feb 9, 2018 0:59:54 GMT
 No 7 (The Look) and No 8 (Clothes): I couldn't resist posting this one as an 'alternative No 7' to my previous post. Eleanor Parker looks so knockout in this outfit I like to call it 'The Couture Look', thereby doubling as a post for No 8 too! |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 9, 2018 1:08:00 GMT
 Day 7: the lookShe looked up at him and in that moment everything seemed to come to a standstill; the music stopped, her feet stopped... her heart stopped. He was looking at her in a way no one had ever looked at her. There was blue fire in his eyes, hot and alarming and yet it sent a cool shiver through her, from the tips of her fingers, causing her whole body to hum. The intensity of it forced her to step away from him. “I don't remember any more.” She couldn't remember the steps of the dance. Or how to breathe. |
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Post by lemacd on Feb 10, 2018 19:55:41 GMT
 Day 8: clothes
She brought the garment to her mouth and broke the thread with her teeth. She had sewn the last button on the last blouse and now they were all finished, seven sets of play clothes for seven children. The disbelief and awe on all their faces when she explained the things they would do in them both saddened and infuriated her. Did she really have to teach them how to be children? Had they really never climbed a tree or rolled down a grassy hill on a picnic? She only hoped the old drapes had enough wear left in them. |
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Post by indigoblue on Feb 18, 2018 23:49:01 GMT
 No 13: Question Mark Max couldn't be sure exactly when the question mark arose in his mind. Perhaps it had been when he saw the young governess retiring in the shadows with a flush to her face, unexplained by the warmth in the room. Or could it have been earlier when Georg strode after her into the hall without her uttering a word...what had he said to her on the stairs when they were out of earshot? He just knew that Maria had sparked something in that enigma that was Georg, something that had generated an unmistakable electricity between them that even he, Max, a hardened bachelor, couldn't ignore. |
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