Writing Prompt #105

Happy Wednesday!

You know what that means…it’s writing prompt day!

Waiting for a train in the rain

Here’s a story just waiting to be told.  Are you up for the challenge?

Happy Writing!

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Writing Prompt #104

Yes, it’s been awhile.

I have a couple of things to share with you this week, but first, let’s get back to writing!  This amazing piece is by Pascal Campion, an artist I’ve pinned a number of times, and from the first moment I saw it, I was sort of smitten.

Tougher than the rest (campion)

It actually gives me an idea for my tv series, so maybe I’ll write about that for this challenge.  What does it inspire in you?

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #103

It’s Earth Day!  In her honor I was trying to find an image that spoke of her beauty and variety, but as I scrolled through images, I was reminded that no matter what mark we hope to leave upon her, she’ll always take it back.

cottage

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #22

Yes, the slacker has returned. 😉 And she finally took up the challenge.  If you’re wondering what I’ve been up to, take a look at Chapter 4 of the Dragon Age fanfic under “Scribbles”.  This goes back to my last post about writers and their OCDs.  It’s a problem (and there’s still more to come).

These were written late last night in an effort to write, well, anything else.  I call them flash fiction – no prep, quick, with little editing – stream of consciousness style.  
Something Dumb

Bad Idea

Help, I did something dumb.”

We all stared at her – various parts of her body were bandaged in a makeshift manner, there was a faint smell of burnt hair, and the lights from the room behind her flickered to an indiscriminate beat.

“All you had to do was keep watch.” The captain was flabbergasted.

“I was forced to get creative.”

Water quickly pooled at our feet, and continued to rise. There was a groan of metal and we all looked at one another worried.

“I said it was dumb.”

We lurched sideways.

“Will it at least work?” The captain asked gravely.

“I suppose we’ll soon find out.”

That was not reassuring.

GoldDustRitual

She hadn’t set foot in the temple in a hundred years. It was both strange and familiar. Little had changed over the millennia, although it was beginning to show signs of age. She twirled the gray streak in her hair fondly with one hand as she gingerly let her other hand rest on one of the columns.

They had endured.

She began to hum a haunting melody; the sound filled the empty space. As the song swelled, her body moved in fluid rhythm until she positioned herself under the great rotunda and twinkling golden light shone down upon her. She had come to pay her respects, as she had done countless times before, and they in turn offered her their blessing.

Despite how she had witnessed the outside world change, this ritual allowed her to remember how it all began.

auroraThe Hereafter

I knew I was dreaming. I always dreamt of him – the faceless man my heart knew.

I wore the same gown, we walked the same path…it was always the same.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

I found happiness in this place, but always felt a cold bitterness at its loss.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem…

We always chased the fading sunlight, but today it seemed to grow brighter.

I shielded my eyes and saw a haloed figure.

That look in your eyes is so familiar…

I suddenly felt a warm breeze upon my face, a warm hand in my own.

A faceless man was helping me up.

You’ll love me at once…

“The way you did once.” He started.

“Upon a dream.” I finished.

~*~

It’s never too late to join in the Writing Prompt fun!  If you’ve been inspired, please share!  Happy Writing!

Writing Prompts 101 & 102

In case you missed last week’s post with the word “smorgasbord” in the title (yeah, it contained a bit of everything), you may not have seen Writing Prompt #101.  So here it is again, because I think it’s great!

Something Dumb

Now, in order to get back on track, because it’s Wednesday and I’ve been terrible lately at being timely, here’s #102.

GoldDust

Are you inspired?  Don’t forget to link back to my page so I can read your lovely words!

Happy Writing!

*All images have been found via Pinterest.  I do not own any of the writing prompt images I share, and I do my best to give credit to their creators.  If you ever recognize a piece, please let me know so that I may credit it accordingly.

It’s a Smorgasbord

Hi-SmileyEmoticonA lot has happened in a short time, and much of my free time has been taken up with, albeit good things, but time consuming nonetheless.  I have had very little time to do the things I enjoy, like writing here.

Hi!  I hope you’re all well.  Today I’ve decided to share a little bit of everything, I’m so very behind. 😉  There’s some good news, a quote, and a writing prompt.

So the good news.  I got a new job and start this week.  Yay!  This has made it necessary to buy a “new to me” car, which is where all my free time has gone – research mode.

And then the best news of all, my pilot advanced to the semi-finals of the Fresh Voices contest.  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  (Happy dancing ensues!)  Positive feedback is hard to come by in this, my chosen field, so you can imagine the boost to my psyche upon learning such wonderful news, which I had to read four times to see if my eyes were deceiving me, in part because I was having this weird side effect of water drippage. 😉

Now, the quote.  This is about staying positive, which is sometimes hard to do:

Life

 

And then there’s this Writing Prompt, number 101, for those of you up to the challenge:

Something Dumb

I hope to be back to the old routine soon.  Wishing you all the very best in your endeavors!  Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #99

So a few days ago, I (finally) shared the work of fellow bloggers who took up the Writing Prompt Challenge.  If you haven’t had a chance to read them yet, click here.

For this week’s Writing Prompt, I was drawn to this image.

ceremony

Are you inspired?

Come write with me!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #21

Two fellow bloggers recently took up the challenge, which pleases me to no end, and I am thrilled that they have graciously allowed me to share their work here.  Don’t forget, it’s never too late to join in the WPC fun!

Sobia at Simply Me, who has joined the challenge before, wrote this lovely piece entitled Last Love:

toweringAll glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your  words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost. Even the lifeless around me know. They understand as they have began to decay and refuse to flourish as they once did. They mock me or pity me. I refuse to acknowledge them, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach. The pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …being with you.

 ~*~

djemmand at BowiesAliens shared this haunting piece entitled I Never Truly Knew Him:

shallweI couldn’t tell if I was to trust his jester as one of a gentle man or one of malicious tempt. One thing was for sure it was a gesture of a man on a mission but what kind of person is the question that lingered over me.

“Shall we begin the show here?” his voice spoke clear and smooth like a man destined for greatness, but a voice alone can never tell you who a person truly is, as accents and impressions are so interchangeable like women with a shoe obsession. “I guess we could start here if you believe it’s the right place?” I await his response in hopes to discover his personal tastes. “What I believe will have no effect on what the show shall showcase.” He brushes me off quickly, and it assured me that he is a man of secrets. What was he hiding behind his captivating gaze?

The stage had been set, and the props began to flood the stage creating the atmosphere of a Shakespearian summery night. I can’t but stare in amazement at how a very desolate arena had now become flooded with overly lavished heads in search of entertainment. “Are you ready to start?” the stage head asks quietly. The lights flicker as I begin to take the stage to play out me overly dramatic romance story for an audience of false pretenders and wealthy dreamers.

The curtains drop and the once vibrant scene settles into silence as I begin to wipe away this character that was every man’s fantasy to the self-conscious being that carries my name. “That performance could have been better” I look to see him standing over the staircase blocking out the bright lights. “You shouldn’t be in here” his posture doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes blink. What does he want me to say? For one thing is for sure I won’t be apologizing for being truthful.

His gaze hovers over my underdress leaving me in a state of discomfort. “I may be a performer, but firstly I’m a woman who deserves respect and privacy!” I cover myself with a densely embodied blanket. He looked different as he gazed at me. I still don’t understand him nor trust his forever changing persona, like an actor unsure of his characters personality. He heads up the staircase leaving me in the cold dark wondering who he truly could be.

I stand out in the dark waiting to head home when his gentle hand brushes against my shoulder. “Tonight’s performance was beautiful.” I look at him perplexed. “You said I could have been better” he retracts himself from my presence and glares me down with an expression of confusion. Who was this man I thought I had known? Had I painted an illusion of him or did I never truly know him at all?

The night sky stares me down to reveal my complete isolation. Me standing in the empty arena alone with a vanished phantom of a man.

~*~

A BIG thank you to these two talented writers for being a part of the challenge!  I look forward to reading your future creations!

And now, here’s one of my own, currently untitled.

bigredorbBa bum.

For some time I thought it was my own heartbeat. It was my first expedition after all, and I was both nervous and excited.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The sound was faint at first, and no one else seemed to hear it but me, but as we delved further into the unchartered territory, the thumping only increased.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

Weeks traveling in an unknown, desolate land and the incessant heartbeat that I felt belonged to it slowly ate at my nerves. I became obsessed with learning the origins of the sound and would often wander into the depths of the surrounding forest alone in the hopes I would find the source.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

It called to me. I could hear it in my dreams. When I slept. I could feel it drawing me ever closer until the beating of my own heart fell in sync and the sound was just as much a part of me as my own skin.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The others whispered…in shadows, and offered me sideways glances. When we found the long forgotten ruin and I felt my skin sing, I knew then that this was for me alone.

Ba bum.

I stood before the blood red orb, crimson stained hands shaking in anticipation, my heart ready to break from my chest.  My reflection…I didn’t recognize what I had become.

Ba bum.

~*~

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #98

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States; a holiday with a troubling beginning, but one that has evolved into a day we share stories of how grateful we are, eat lots of food, fall asleep in front of the television, generally fight with family, and prepare to kill one another for the best deal at “the store of your choosing”.

Good times. 😉

If you’re stuck in traffic or trying to avoid the drama, let me share my gratitude that you have decided to spend a little time with me.  It’s nice and quiet here, right?

bigredorb

I’ve been drawn to this image for some time, and thought, why not share it today?!  It’s not holiday inspired, so you may enjoy that.

A couple of bloggers have taken up the Writing Prompt Challenge, and I look forward to sharing their work with you!  Keep an eye out for that.

I hope you are all well and enjoy a safe holiday season!  Happy Writing!

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt #97 – For a Special Occasion

Today one of my dearest friends is getting married.  In honor of her, and the happily ever after she has found (and deserves), I dedicate today’s Writing Prompt to her, my Jillybean.

aurora

We’re never too old for fairytales.

Love, Rachie xoxo