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Day 16 #64millionartists #thejanuarychallenge. Write a story about something you see. Day 15 of 31... Show me the colour of your life? #Hello2018 #TheJanuaryChallenge #64millionartists #64millionartists #Psychology #MentalHealth #Health #Mindfulness #Counselling #Consultancy #Creativity #TalkingTherapy #Art #Therapy #Play #Craft #BuJo #PlayTherapy #Rainbow #Colour #Being #Anxiety #Boundaries #Goal #Believe #Change #Uncertainty #Life #InstaGood #PositiveVibes My story #64MillionArtists #TheJanuaryChallenge Once upon a time, cause that's how all fairy tales start...... A peasent fell in love with a Lord, she enjoyed adventures and like a bird liked to be free but have a safe nest to come home too. He liked to watch the pennies and stay in their castle and avoid making any adult decisions. He stopped her having adventures and the castle became a cage. Naturally it didn't work and the Lord left the peasent in the castle and returned to his royal family. To begin with the peasent was heartbroken, but with her peasent friends she started having adventures again. She took up new hobbies and became an archer, she made new friends and met a fellow archer, her soul mate, and fell in love all over again, deeper and deeper. The archer loved her free spirit and they went on lots of adventures and even if he didn't want to share the adventure, he let her spread her wings and kept the nest safe for her to come to. And they lived happily ever after. X Storytime! #64MillionArtists #TheJanuaryChallenge Challenge #16. A poem. #Challengeday16 #64millionartists #TheJanuaryChallenge The Boat that wouldn't float. "Mummy I want to go swimming" said the little boat beached in the bay. "I'm fed up of watching my friends, all splash in the sea and play. I want to go on adventures, Bob up and down on the waves, sail to the distant horizon, and peek in the secret caves!" "You can't!" Said the mum "you're not going, we're better of here on the sand. Mummys not build for adventures, we're safest here on the land! ...i once...tried to go on adventures, set out to sail far away... But the waves kept on teasing and pushing, and telling me I was to stay" "But come on mum let's go swimming" said the little boat nearing the shore. "I CAN'T!" Said the mum "We're not going!" She turned over and said nothing more. And the little boat torn between love, and something her heart truly craves. Sat thinking about what she wanted, sat still as her conscience it raves! Story Time! Day16 #64MillionArtists Not sure why but this guy always pops up in my back garden after it snows with that same goofy smile on his face. Should I call the cops? Day 15: draw on anything A day late doodle done with cold coffee and a dip pen #day16. Krystal the Snow Chicks Night Out It was a dark snowy night and Krystal was flying in her Snowdrone looking for a spot to land. She shone her ice blue search lights on the snowy back gardens of number 10 Frosty Gardens in the cold Northeast of England, the ideal place to spend the night. Krystal picked the best spot to use the dronebeam to beam herself down. There were magical places to visit in the Northeast, using her magic beads she had searchedand found the frozen images of this fabulous place. With her favourite cocktail Coldblueicicle in hand complete with umbrella she switched the beads on, woosh her night out went into overdrive. The Angel of the North was her first image, the Tyne Bridge was next, followed by Tynemouth Priory what an experience, she felt the Coldblueicicle cocktailworking its magic and she was looking for some excitement she flicked through the images she had stored, aha she thought, the casino, the ideal place to spend some time, carried away with all the gambling she forgot about the time. Quickly activating the beads she was once again back in the garden, happy but tired she fell asleep never to wake again. Sunday's boat. Made from the paper wrapper from my toilet roll! As I walked up the distorted steps, I wondered if it would still be there; clinging tightly to the windswept headland? Its castle shaped edges piercing the bright blue sky, rising above the waves in the coldness of day....by ‘eck it was cold. #64millionartists #thejanuarychallenge Yesterday's drawing without pencils #64millionartists #thejanuarychallenge Day 16 #storytime. The idea came from describing a woman on the tube in my head that she looked like she was 'Digging for Victory' but here I created a bit more of a story around it. Day 16 #TheJanuaryChallenge @64M_Artists Story time - make up a story about a person or an object that you encounter. #shortstory Went in to work today only to find I had been evicted from my office. With a heavy heart and an unsettling feeling of rejection I sculked through towards the landscape services department. Upon turning the corner a Hot Desk greeted me warmth and love and I felt a renewed sense of wellbeing. As I settled in to my new surroundings a sharp streak of lime caught my eye. I turned my head to focus on 'to my delight' an abandoned pack of chocolate limes. I was slightly dismayed to see the sweets nestled behind a desk tag reading Shonag Campbell. Who was she? Was she a sharer? How could I get one? Like a guardian angel the administrator behind me, upon observing my point of interest, announced that Shonag was off and had been trying to rid herself of the sweets for weeks. My heart leapt and I wasted no time in bounding across the office to retrieve the deserted delights. Two unwanted souls united through fate......... The End #thejanuarychallenge #64millionartists Day16: create a story...I draft one’s beginning... #TheJanuaryChallenge. #64MillionArtists Day14...’Float your Boat’. #TheJanuaryChallenge #64MillionArtists Day15: draw using unconventional items - ...fancy my ‘birthday-candle-cake’...?..4those that’s not allowed Cake..! #TheJanuaryChallenge #64MillionArtists Day 16: Write a story about something or someone you encounter today... @64M_Artists #TheJanuaryChallenge #64MillionArtists #dothinkshare #64MillionArtists #thejanuarychallenge #Day16 Veganuary was going really well until Steve got peckish... Doreen was not a sympathetic soul... RIP Steve. Taking part in this year's @64millionartists January Challenge. Day 16: Story time. Today's challenge was to write a story about a person or occurrence from your day. Can you guess what I did with my workshop participants earlier? Text reads: J stared at his teacher, Miss K. She was surely quite mental, asking them to paint with vegetables? J looked doubtfully down at the palette, glistening with squishy piles of colour. Then, a side-eye over to the stack of greenery she had chucked in the middle of the table. Gingerly selecting a broccoli floret, he dabbed at the sheet of sugar paper, surprised by the speckled pattern that resulted. After a while, he and his classmates were, against their better judgement, rolling carrots in pigment and stamping peppers onto the outlines of mushrooms. J would have died rather than admit it, but he loved the way the paints mingled, red into purple into white into...he didn't know what that little patch of old lady colour was called but it reminded him of a scent he couldn't track down either. He sat, feeling a growing sense of comfort and unhappiness together, before dipping one finger into the lavender and adding a single drop top left, above the flowers created by cut-up okra ends. That was enough. That made it perfect. Credit for additional lavender prompt to @theamorousman and shout out to @lcyptrs who likes it when I write things. Sign up here: www.dothinkshare.com/sign-up/ #TheJanuaryChallenge #64millionartists #adobesketch #digitaldrawing #photography #story #shortstory #flashfiction #vegetable #painting #broccoli #art #artteacher Day 16 - story time inspired by an unsuspecting neighbour walking past the window. A big cloud masks the sun, the room is plunged into darkness, wind moans and whistles round the walls of the house. She stares out of the window and watches the slanting rain and the swaying bamboo and closed shutters of the new build opposite. A crack in the clouds throws a strange light onto the scene making it look like a stage set and in that moment, she glimpses a woman staring back at her from the lane. Wild red hair held down with a cap, pale wrinkled skin, long dark nails, all accentuated in the strange light. She has a moment of recognition but then it's gone as the crack in the clouds closes up and the rain falls even faster. Unable to settle, she feels impelled to investigate and despite the rain, she hurries into the hall and out of the front door. The rain hits her face like icy pin pricks as she runs against the wind, across the gravelled drive and on to the lane. The rain seeps through her clothes and she can see nothing but swaying shadowy bushes. She looks along the muddy lane and then something catches her eye. What's that gleaming next to the puddle....... #TheJanuaryChallenge #64MillionArtists #day16 Make up a story about a person or an object that you encounter… Ted, spent his day staring at a computer screen. Was he bored? Not a bit of it! From his international conversations using Voice over IP to his regular checking of his stock market portfolio, Ted’s computerised activities were always changing and always exciting. It is true that Ted was a little upset at losing a bundle when Carillion went bust but other opportunities made up for that. An email brought a little positive news and lifted his spirits despite the stock market stalling in the afternoon. That’s life, Ted thought… Ted took a break from his computer screen and reflected for a moment and thought, there are so many other bears so much worse off than him. He remembered his stock of honey that he had put away for a rainy day. You can never have too much honey. Can you? @64M_Artists #TheJanuaryChallenge Day16 Storytime Day 16 Story time ( I'm back, waving madly!) So this morning we overlay. Not that it matters. After 40 several years of getting up at 6 o clock, once we had both retired it didn't take long for me and him to slip into the routine of a cup of tea in bed at 8 give or take 5 minutes. So shock horror when I looked through one eye at the clock and it was 8.45! My turn to make the tea. Blurry eyed I wandered to the kitchen, but on my way noticed something sticking through the front door letter box. Not ANOTHER charity bag. How many old clothes etc.do they think we have? Half asleep I began to tug it through. Stuck. Two hands. Nope! Not a charity bag then. Brain is now beginning to wake up. Must find key to unlock door. Must turn off alarm before going to find key to unlock door. Mission accomplished now have to pull bag out of letter box from outside. It is a small plastic bag containing...what? I take it into the kitchen and start to make the tea as it is now nearly 9. While the kettle is hotting up, I peek inside. I'm puzzled. There is no card. so where has it come from? The bag is from a shop in Ashbourne. I don't know anyone in Ashbourne! At last the brain gets into gear and I find myself smiling at my lovely gift. How kind and thoughtful and a nice surprise even if it wasn't necessary. It certainly made my day! Just a shame it was the one day we overlay and I didn't get to thank the gift bearer personally. :-) @64M_Artists #TheJanuaryChallenge create a story from an object you encounter. As it happens we've been visiting the @RBandH archives today and have been imagining all sorts of stories from these incredible images #Heritage Day 16 story time, again Babs arrived this morning with a friend. I wasn’t expecting her, we only usually keep in touch at Christmas time, but here she was again in my home. Lively and likeable, a completely joyous person, her sun shone through, so pleased was I, that she’d dropped by. And her friend a different kettle of fish but I could see how they got along. Demure, with a softness but not fragile. She reminded me of an English rose, those blush pink cheeks. But I’m told she is from exotic climbs and takes none too kindly to sharp spring frosts. So we steer clear of the weather report forecasting an imminent arctic blast. I fear this will send her packing or at the very least make her curl up and hibernate. I can’t linger long, I’m off out but Babs and her friend are welcome to stay a while, I’ll see them later when I return and introduce them to my husband. We’ll then find a home for them perhaps on the bookcase, for my friend Babs has sent a postcard, thanking me for Christmas gifts, depicting a camellia japonica - my friend after all is a horticulturist. I captured this view this morning with the intention of writing a story and am only just getting round to it.. Gazing out of her bedroom window, the sun hit Liza as it began to rise over a beautiful pink sky. Sitting with her tea, listening to her housemates potter around, Liza's heart momentarily lifted. Then she remembered Pete leaving the house the night before and it sank again. She'd known it wasn't right from the beginning really but she'd really hoped it might be different this time. She was the only one of her friends never to have been in a 'serious' relationship and she really thought Pete might be the one. He just didn't think so too. Something in the way she communicated to him just couldn't connect. She wanted so badly to tell him how much she cared, how much she'd got out of their 3 week relationship, but she could never say. And he thought her quiet and withdrawn, when really she longed to be open and more confident. Maybe next time she'd manage it. Maybe not. But for now the sun felt comforting, hopeful even. #thejanuarychallenge #day16 I captured this view this morning with the intention of writing a story and am only just getting round to it.. Gazing out of her bedroom window, the sun hit Liza as it began to rise over a beautiful pink sky. Sitting with her tea, listening to her housemates potter around, Liza's heart momentarily lifted. Then she remembered Pete leaving the house the night before and it sank again. She'd known it wasn't right from the beginning really but she'd really hoped it might be different this time. She was the only one of her friends never to have been in a 'serious' relationship and she really thought Pete might be the one. He just didn't think so too. Something in the way she communicated to him just couldn't connect. She wanted so badly to tell him how much she cared, how much she'd got out of their 3 week relationship, but she could never say. And he thought her quiet and withdrawn, when really she longed to be open and more confident. Maybe next time she'd manage it. Maybe not. But for now the sun felt comforting, hopeful even. Day 16 - my story. More of a comic play really (dialogue between the two birds Bob and Bert) Day 13- Body music I recorded a clapping and thigh slapping version of Twinkle, twinkle, little star but I can’t upload it to FB. Day 14- Sink or swim Invisible pirates of the pasta sauce. Arr!! Day 15- Draw on everything Robot girl Drawn on a sheet of toilet paper using an eyeshadow set, with its flimsy applicator. I used a liquid eyeliner to draw the mouth and “third eye”. I tried out several items from kitchen & garden first & these are what I came up with..... plant stuff was more difficult but beetroot great. Overall I felt much happier and more colour-creative with the nail varnish, lipstick & eyeshadow - different surface textures too! #thejanuarychallenge #64millionartists - today's challenge #storytime - make up a story about a person or object I encounter today. Inspired, as always, by the marvellous creations of @modflowers... . "All aboard!" cried Edward "for a fantastical tour of the dining room..." The others weren't sure, but one by one they climbed on. And away they flew - high up near the ceiling, where all the best crockery lives. . What a day! . They frolicked in button pools, ate their sandwiches in the spool fields, scaled the highest fabric mountains, and were still home by bedtime. . The end . (I think it was rather more about the pictures than the narrative! ) . #magiccarpet #flyingcarpet #toystory #secretlives #secretlifeoftoys #vintagefabric #vintagethread #vintagecrockery Day 16 of #thejanuarychallenge and #64millionartists - story time. Well I tend to write poems over stories. #grandpa #treasuremap Love #books #reading? Fancy a challenge to do something fun at your #library? Heather Fox from @LancashireCC @lancspublib tells @BBCLancashire about @64M_Artists & reading a book a week for #lancs50books. #TheJanuaryChallenge #64MillionArtists. Hear more http://bbc.co.uk/programmes/p05… Day 16: Story Time #thejanuarychallenge My chosen protagonist is a teabag and it’s a told through a tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7 syllable form) #64millionartists #tea #teabag #tankapoem #tanka @64M_Artists Day 16: Story Time #thejanuarychallenge My chosen protagonist is a teabag and it’s a told through a tanka poem (5/7/5/7/7 syllable form) #64millionartists #tea #teabag #tankapoem #tanka @64millionartists Not the sort of ending we were hoping for Entry by @zeta_sagittarii : Day 16 Story Time by Oliver #thejanuarychallenge #64millionartists A story I made up after looking at a wall-socket for too long: Psst.. hey, you, can you see me? Over here, inside the wall socket. Yep, I’m Tiny Tim. My shift was supposed to end but someone left the button on so I’m still cycling for no reason. Usually I cycle and all the juice, or “energy” as they like to call it helps power their “laptops” apparently. I like to call them Taking-over-the-world-machines. But tonight since they haven’t switched it off, I can’t go home to spag-bol and Netflix. Sigh. Hope you’re having a better evening than me. - Ayesha Day 16. It's hailing here in Sheffield, and as it deepens and settles it reminds me of the time I saw this little Butternut in the snow. I wondered about his story. What was he doing there? Where did he get his brightly coloured knitwear? And would he mind if I roasted him for tea? But when i looked away, he had gone, whence i know not #squashstory Day 16 #TheJanuaryChallenge @64M_Artists. The task was to make up a story about an object or person you encounter. Day 16 #TheJanuaryChallenge A twitter story about my little green, sparkly blob with wobbly eyes. He has been sat on the top of my computer, for years! Today I brought him in a friend. They are getting along tremendously. #64MillionArtists Day 16...Story time based on something you have seen today. I went to Rugby this morning and as I haven't been there for sometime was surprised at the number of stores closed, plus the number of homeless. These combine and sleeping places established. In some cases these are quite elaborate and several doorways had large sleeping platforms with pillows and duvets. The residents still asleep. My story is based around this...it is non-political, just a story and also brings in a "tramp" I knew who lived outdoors from my youth. Gentlemen of the Road White-eye, that was his name. He roved around the village where I lived. His distinctive left eyebrow, white and snowy, stood out and the village kids named him for it. His clothes were sometimes disheveled, but he kept himself clean. He was always welcome at the door, tea, cakes, bread and cheese offered and accepted. And in the cold winters of the 60's a place was found for him to sleep. I saw him again much later in life. He was older, wiry, weather hardened, and his right eyebrow now matched his left. The open doors had started to close a little as people withdrew and became suspicious, the older generation passing, the new not knowing the way of the road. And now, when the homeless are plenty, the gentlemen of the roads no longer, called by other names. Their journey to the road by other routes, the doors shut but sleeping in closed doorways. Who are they, why are they there, it's unlikely we will ever know, our minds not as open nowadays, we walk by. Iram, Kian, Emilay and Molly Day 15 of #TheJanuaryChallenge at #Haslingden Storytime drawing with chocolate and tea bags. Hemel Hempstead Library Assistant Emma made her 'drawing' with a 3-D pen from our Creator Space room. Pretty good eh?