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Writing Prompt #63

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I have a thing for hands.  I’m drawn to them.  They have the ability to offer great kindness or undue harm.  They can offer aid as quickly as to refuse it.  I find it surprising that emotion can be felt (and shown) in the actions hands take, and I appreciate when a filmmaker chooses to focus on them.  Joe Wright, who directed Pride and Prejudice and Atonement, has effectively done this in both films.

For this week’s Writing Prompt, I offer you the following:

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A simple gesture, but one full of potential for storytelling.  Are you inspired?

Happy Writing!

*I can absolutely not draw, and the images I share are the property of their respective owners.  I appreciate when I learn who the artist is so that I can give proper credit where it is due.

Writing Prompt #59

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Today’s prompt continues the running theme of character.  I feel a visual representation of the images you have in your head as a writer are a great source of inspiration.  I always find a few pictures that help me visualize characters or places better, especially since I can not draw, at all.

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If you are interested in finding images that help you better tell your story, Pinterest is a great resource.  I have created a number of boards for creative purposes, such as Character, Environment, and one entitled Inspiration for a variety of images that pique my interest, as well as a board for each of my screenplays.

Take a look and maybe you’ll find just what you’ve been looking for to help in your storytelling.

Happy Writing!

*Image by artist Eve Ventrue, who is quickly becoming a favorite!

The Best of Writing Prompts (#57)

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I was thinking that when I reached a grand number I would do a sort of “best of”.  Instead of waiting for the distant future, let’s do it today!

I have chosen a few of my favorite images from the past 56 for you to choose from, and hopefully you will be inspired to write something and share it here, or use it towards your own work.

AncientDoorway    ForgottenArchway      ShanghaiWoman   NatureOverrunFantasyCastle     Exploring  Mermaidw:Man

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #56

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Wednesday flew by before I had a chance to catch my breath and post an image…better late than never, right?!

Here is this week’s Writing Prompt – an image that stirs the imagination in a variety of ways.  Are you inspired?

Victorian

I look forward to your creations.

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #13 and It’s My Anniversary

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Happy-AnniversaryIn addition to finally doing some writing, I’m also celebrating an anniversary, according to WordPress.  I’ve been blogging (on and off) for two years!  I can’t believe I got off my buttocks and started this blog two years ago…?!?!  Wow.  How the time has flown.  Thank you so much for your support, my friends!

And now on to the WPC…

I had a very specific idea when I posted the image of Venice on Wednesday. Honestly, I don’t know where it came from.  Actually, I could probably guess – smutty fanfiction and one of my favorite films, Dangerous Beauty.  I decided to go a different route, as it was a bit NSFW and not generally what I write.  Venice was once known for its courtesans, and I planned to write something in regards to that.  Maybe I still will.  As for the angel, I sort of had an idea for that too right off the bat, but this one I didn’t fight.  I hope you like them, and if you’d like to share how you were inspired, please link your work in the comments, and I’ll be sure to share it on my page as well.

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Honeymoon

She woke up to the golden dawn gently rolling through the window, setting everything on fire in its warm glow. With the morning came the realization, the reminder of the previous night. The faintest hint of a satisfied smile crept to the corners of her mouth that she tried to bite back. She stretched languidly, her bare flesh exposed to the golden glow; her peaks and valleys casting shadows on the figure beside her.

Sliding from the inviting warmth of the bed, her impression lingering, she moves silently to the window to take in the view. It’s almost as if she’s seeing it for the first time, it’s slightly different. Maybe it’s the early morning light…maybe it’s her frame of mind. She’d never thought to be satisfied with one person, to find happiness by saying two little words and gaining the world with a new one. She turned to take in the full form of her lover tangled in the sheets, a blush spreading from head to toe, and not from the warmth of the rising sun.

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The Fall

I had fallen hard. Through a roof of a suburban house. Four bedrooms, two and a half baths. It was sort of charming except for the fact that it looked just like every other one on the street. Everything hurt. I hadn’t experienced pain like this in a millennia. Not since the Great Battle of ’02, B.C. The light flicked on behind a closed door at the end of the hall, and the sliver of light grew wider with its opening. A small child holding her cat appeared in the doorway with large eyes.  On a second look, no, not a cat.

I walked towards her, hoping to assuage her fears when I had to catch myself from sliding on the hardwood. Looking down, I discovered what had cushioned my fall. Despite my entire existence as a warrior, a vessel of reckoning, I grimaced at the sight. An involuntary shudder caused the loss of a few feathers, heavy in a blood not my own, nor the demon I had been fighting. Kneeling down, I reassured the small human that all would be well. In an instant, I restored all to right. The young woman had her life returned to her, and the memory of the angel in the hallway would be nothing but a bad dream.

Happy writing and have a great week!

Writing Prompt #54

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Time to get back to back to writing! It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday, and here’s this week’s image.HurtAngel

Something about this image really struck me, and there’s a ton of possible story ideas…let’s see what you’re inspired to write.  Remember to share!

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #12

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Finally…I did some writing!  Yay me. :/

The following are my flash fiction pieces for the Writing Prompt Challenge I offer each week.  As with most things lately, I’m a bit behind.  I try to write these in under 30 minutes and with less than 200 words.   I do very little editing, just whatever my mind decides upon.  Don’t forget, if you’ve been inspired by any of the Writing Prompts, please do share!

LostTempleThe Temple

They thought she was crazy. They said it could never be found, but as she felt the cool draft rush past her as she took each step further down into the darkness, her torch casting deep shadows, she knew they had been fools to doubt her. Even her own family had thought her mad, and she had been forced to make this journey alone, but now none of that mattered. Streaks of light tried their best to break through layers of dirt and ages of disuse. It was a wonder no one had been able to find this place from above; the mountains had shielded it well.

A series of whooshing sounds filled the void and bright orange light burned brighter with each flourish. She took sure steps into the light, avoiding toppled and loose stones. Great arched walkways all converged around a center object. She moved closer to the edge, her torch held high in one hand, a grappling hook in the other, and peered down upon the head of a statue several stories tall. As she did, the ceremonial plate it held roared to life, as did the smaller ones placed around its feet. She felt special, chosen, and held her breath in delight.

TheLIbraryThe Library

She was now The Keeper of The Library; the magical place of knowledge that people traipsed across the wasteland to visit. It was a legacy she was proud to be a part of, even if no one in her family knew how it had actually come into being. They only knew that one of their ancestors had designed the building to house all the great volumes of the world in one place to ensure that no story was ever lost. The books would just appear and the library would grow each passing year to accommodate the progress. Magic had long been absent from the land, but as she stood in the center of the tower, feeling alone, the pages of a fallen volume stirred at her feet and it somehow brought her comfort. She wasn’t truly alone; some of her favorite people lived within the pages here, and she was now their Keeper.

LockBridgeLovers Bridge

He walked slowly along the bridge, counting the light posts as he went. One, two, three, four – fourth on the right from the Louvre. When they had first added their lock, it had been only one of a handful along the whole length of the bridge. Now the fencing bowed under their weight. He smiled fondly in recollection and at the show of love present before him, but at the same time, felt that now familiar pang of sadness at the thought of her. He had to wonder how many of the other lovers that had once professed their devotion now found themselves in a similar situation. Lost love. He knelt down before the array of metal clasps and nudged a few aside to find his own promise amidst the others. He touched it gently, remembering the glow of her skin in the lamplight, the tug of her lips as she breathlessly laughed at the idea of it all, and the way she smiled after he kissed her. Standing once again to look into the Seine, he wasn’t sure if he should take the next step and join her in peace. Lovers entwined just as these locks…bound together forever?

Wishing you all the best!