Picture Paragraph Competition

What is a Picture Paragraph? It's simply a paragraph of creative writing describing the scene depicted in the selected picture. Here is an example:

They stood there on the deck, staring into each others' eyes as if some decision they could not make was before them. Unnoticed was the passage of time and the roaring waves of the deep; unheard the creaking of the rigging and the billowing of the sails; unfelt the early winter's chill as it kissed their skin and ran across their lightly-clothed forms. They were statues, fused to the wooden vessel as surely as the unmoving masts that towered overhead, unaware of the perilous storm that even now began to close upon them.

~ Darren Andrews, Copyright © 2003.

Winning entries will also be announced in the WAPA Ezine. If you would like your paragraph opened for critique then please say so in your entry submission (this will require your email address to be published).

Want to have a go? Here are the rules:

1. Only WAPA subscribers may enter. (Join here for free).
2. Paragraphs must be approximately 100 words in length; entries exceeding 150 words will not be accepted.
3. Entries must be submitted on or before the date shown in the yellow announcement box above.
4. Entries should be in good taste: vulgarity, profanity, lewdness, etc. are not acceptable.
5. Entries should be emailed to darren@writers-and-publishers.com with 'PPC Entry' in the subject line.
6. You must have a PayPal account to receive cash prizes. You can get a free account here.

WINNING ENTRIES

She squinted. From the road it was hard to tell. As she stared, it began to settle in. Laying eyes on the The Wallin, after so many years away -- it made her heartbeat audible. She’d not seen it since 1977, the year it seemed the Scottish sky would sprinkle snow forever. Bundled against the frigid air, she had stolen a glance through the car’s rear window as her parents made their escape to a new life. Closing her eyes now, 25 years later, she could still see snow sparkling on the ridge of the eaves, how the turrets were coated with fairy dust, how her own breath framed the scene in a mystical fog. She opened her eyes, smiling. "As beautiful in the summer as it had been enchanting in the winter," she thought. She’d come to reclaim it. She would once again call The Wallin "home."