Crunch: The Dream
Writing Exercise #39
This exercise was inspired by an image shared by
in the note below which ultimately came from ’s post. These inspiration chains are starting to get long! sometimes likes to do image prompts so I decided to flag this for him and take a page out of his book with a story based on this image! The image is below—it’s not the dog, but the shack in the desert!If you have ideas for Prompts, Crunches, Sprints, Relays, Stretches, or other writing exercises in the future, please leave them in the comments! If you would like to write your own take for this exercise, please comment with a link so that I can see what you wrote and support your work, maybe even share your version with my subscribers. Please let me know if you have any thoughts, comments, or constructive criticisms as well!
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Crunch: Write about a desert hideout
Twenty years ago.
Oscar and John place the final brick. They have dreams—a homestead. A ranch. Taming this wild, arid desert. A small place—but a functional place. A safe place.
Fifteen years ago.
Oscar is dead. John mourns at his funeral—taken too soon. John tells Oscar’s wife about their dream. He shares memories of their hard work together, building the little homestead—the first of several structures on what he hoped would be their dream.
Ten years ago.
John nails boards over the windows. He goes back to his truck, where the title is sitting in the passenger seat. A sign saying “foreclosure” stands defiantly in front of the empty land that was their dream.
Five years ago.
The bank has forgotten about this plot. Some county registrar keeps track of it, but the land isn’t valuable enough to gather the attention of the head of the bank. The foreclosure sign has fallen down and blown away. The boards have let sand and dust and lizards through. Wandering travelers have used it as a camp site.
One year ago.
Oscar Jr. Finds a photograph. His dad, and Uncle Johnny, raising a toast. He holds the picture up in front of the dilapidated shack he has found. Yes, this is the one. He gets back in the truck, and smiles, and holds the check. He has dreams. A homestead. A ranch. Taming a wild, arid desert. A small place—but a functional place. A safe place.
A beginning.
(250 words )
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What is your dream home?
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Would you ever eat a cactus?
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This was very well done. A dream of a safe place... I think most people share that. I certainly do.
I don't know if I'd want to live in a desert myself; I'm not wild about the heat, and I wouldn't want to eat a cactus. My dream home would be more in the north; if we could get a nice place up in Alaska or maybe even Iceland somewhere... that would be wonderful.
Oh man.. Hit me right in the feels! Wonderful cycle here back to hope from despair. I was thinking of this challenge yesterday and was wondering about the limit. 250 it is!