his name is samuel barber but his friends call him “sticky buns”. he isn’t sure which name is worse but generally goes along with sticky buns because he feels it is more original than sharing names with a famous american composer.
years back, when samuel was still in high school, he found himself unable to stand up from his chair at the end of biology class. it took multiple tries from various classmates and his teacher to unhook samuels ripped jeans pocket from the grasp of a stubborn screw in his chair. scissors were eventually called to the scene and the name “sticky buns” was born.
samuel likes to hang out, but doesn’t have many close friends. when the friends you have call you “sticky buns”, it seems to limit the potential depth of the relationship.
most of the time he prefers to ride alone anyway. he prefers not to be samuel barber. he prefers not to be sticky buns. alone he can just light one up and be whatever he feels like.
Arturo peered through the screen window at Glen outside. Arturo was not spying, per say, nor did he consider himself nosy. These screenings were habitual, daily, routine, practically natural. Arturo doubted anybody could handle Glen the way he personally liked to think that he himself “coped with him.”
This Monday proved pivotal for both men. Arturo observed Glen take the first sip of his coffee. The coffee was always prepared the same. Dark roast with half a sugar and two counts of two percent. Arturo knew this because he prepared it. Glen’s first sip gave him pause. Here we go, thought Arturo. Glen’s eyes narrowed. He brought his cigarette to his lips. He closed his eyes. Oh dear god, thought Arturo. It was the recipe for a reaming. Any moment now Arturo was prepared for Glen- eyes still closed- to sit up, get up, walk over to the screen window and-
No reaming. No chance. But no matter because Glen was on his feet like a gazelle and running as fast as a cheetah. He was first to the crime scene, two hundred yards around the corner from Arturo’s Artistic Coffee Shop. Glen was not a bad tipper, he was an arrogant cheapskate. Glen didn’t smoke a pack a day, he smoked two. To say that Glen existed in a cloud of smoke was an understatement for dwelling in a carcinogenic chimney. To Arturo, it seemed Glen was incapable of being pleased, rarely was he satisfied, and explosive were his expressions of dissatisfaction.
Nothing could change these cold hard facts that Arturo accurately observed. Frankly, Arturo hated him. But- when he watched Glen leap into the flames like a firefighter- when he watched the smoke engulf him- when he saw him disappear- Arturo’s judgement was suspended. And- as he watched Glen emerge- as he saw the smoke part to reveal him- and he saw the girl in his arms- Arturo felt…something. The ambulances appeared, sirens whined, neighbors loitered, chaos ensued. Glen lowered the girl to the pavement and again he disappeared from view, swarmed by the good guys and their medical instruments and professional attention. Arturo waited a long time until the crowds backed off and gave the horrifying scene some space. Finally, he saw Glen stand up, step back and light up a cigarette. He saw a hero.
where are the waldos assignment
the where are the waldos photo hunt.
hey adventure seekers- keep your cameras close this week! adventureclubinteractive wants you to mix in with the crowds, walk amongst the people and capture all the waldos of the world. adventureclubinteractive encourages you to take pictures on the sly and in the moment (staging a friend as a waldo is not very adventurous…)
- waldos should be strangers. they may be caught in the act doing something or appearing to have a specific emotion or demeanor. adventureclubinteractive has composed a list of waldo photo opportunities. the assignment demands you follow along daily- looking everywhere for the waldo of the day. at the end of your hunt- upload your photo and ponder it.
- upon pondering, allow your waldo photo tell a story. aim to write an interpretive, creative non-fiction paragraph regarding the photo (see below for helpful guidelines). submit waldo photo and creative writing daily to adventureclubinteractive via email.
the where are the waldos photo hunt list.
monday- waldo is smoking a cigarette
tuesday- waldo is very athletic
wednesday- waldo is instructive
thursday- waldo’s arms are full
friday- waldo is tying a knot
saturday- waldo is dating
bonus – find the real waldo.
creative non-fiction can be an extremely productive writing exercise and a great prompt for a grander scale story idea. here are some guidelines regarding creative non-fiction for this assignment…
- creativity trumps. make up a name for the waldo in your picture. make up absolutely anything about the waldo. maybe an occupation, a dwelling, what sort of exotic pets they have…whatever.
- non-fictitious is the picture. the only rules regarding non-fiction in this creative piece is that the writing must be true to the picture. if the waldo is lying on a beach then you cannot really write about the waldo as an eskimo. the point is to start with all of the elements in the picture- waldo, background, action- and then provide context. maybe you photograph the waldo at an ice cream stand. maybe you write about waldo saving up all week with his newspaper route to afford his favorite flavor ice cream and when he gets to the stand the vendor informs him that he is out of that flavor. and so on. you get the point.
need more inspiration?
check out the latest adventureclubinteractive challenge. may your camera inspire you!
remember to submit your daily masterpieces via email: firstname.lastname@example.org.