Recycled Writing Exercise Piece

Yo,

I gotta write shit I get paid to write today, so here's a repost of a piece, using a lovely little writing exercise that anyone can do. It was introduced to me by my friend, Nug.

The challenge is this:

1) Flip through a dictionary and randomly pick a word.

2) Google the word under images.

3) Pick the image you most fancy. Use it as your inspiration for Step 4.

4) Write a ten line riff, using the definition of said word in the first five lines.

Here's what I wrote. Of course, I did it in Microsoft Word, so it might appear to be more than ten lines on this post.

I guess you gotta believe me about that.

If you don't...piss off.

My word was MACHINE.

MACHINE: n apparatus combining the action of several parts to apply mechanical force for some purpose; person like a machine from regulation or sensibility; controlling organization; bicycle, vehicle, or automobile.

My image:

And here is my story:

It's down here, somewhere. Somewhere, in this godforsaken wheat field, my fortune waits to be dug up. Somewhere, underneath all of this dirt, and wheat chaff, and cow shit, there's a ticket off of this farm, and if I want it, all I have to do is dig. For three generations, my family has sweat on this piece of land. Three generations of dirty fingernails, sunburned necks, and sorrow. But the right hole, dug in the right place is going to change all that. You see, my Great Uncle Charlie perfected the impossible: a perpetual motion machine. An apparatus that combines the action of several parts, forever and ever. Never needs fuel. Never needs to be wound up. Just flick a switch and off she goes! Of course, this was just before the war, and he was paranoid of Nazi spies stealing his ideas. He took several precautions to prevent this. He even started wearing metal pots on his head, to stop their satellites from reading his thoughts. Eventually, he dismantled his machine and buried it in this field. And I'm going to find it. Then those bastards at the bank, with their "past-dues" and "foreclosure" threats can kiss my ass!

Hope you liked it.

Jim Out.