Another @Writingchallenges prompt on Instagram! This one came to mind particularly fast. I wanted it to be dramatic and the prompt just made me think of someone waiting their whole life just to be free. If only we could all realize sooner, it’s only a choice away.
Prompt: He had waited years to hear…
And He set the Captive Free
He had waited years to hear those three words and he didn’t even know it, spoken softly and gently, and yet with just as much power and might as he could have ever hoped for. …
If I could be filled
With the light of day
If I could be washed
With the light that paints the morning
If I could just taste
A drop of that dripping gold
If I could breath in
That breeze that freshens the day
With clean air so sweet and fair
If I could search out what makes
The sun of the afternoon so pure
What makes the birds sing the songs
That make my soul ache
What turns an afternoon into
A piece of heaven on earth
If I could watch it all day
Turn the snow into a…
Here’s a new writing ramble!
For this Writingchallenges prompt, I didn’t write the first thing that came to my mind or the second for that matter. I didn’t want to write the obvious. I just wasn’t in the mood. First, I thought wedding proposal speech… meh. Then, I thought school speech of some sort which also felt kind of lame. Finally, I thought secret confession/apology speech… now that could be interesting.
Also the setting. I did not build this setting for the prompt; I made the prompt fit into this setting. Which is why I named this snippet after the…
Snow in the Valley
To bed with you now, all you anxious things. All you puckered lips and brows so tightly knit. All you tied up nerves and fearful things that fill the the world with discomposure and headaches.
For see, there is snow in the vale. On this eventide it blankets the world with a quiet peace, muffling uneasy things. It curls around the cottages down in the valley with a insulating hug. It dances in the wind as shimmering shapes that live only for the breeze.
The forest on the edge of the rise casts its blue shadows…
I have been writing my book for five years now… every time the new year comes around I’m reminded (more painfully than usual) of just how long this has taken. I just want to finish. More than anything, I want to finish. Every inch of my being longs to finish this. enormous, tiring, wonderful, terrible journey. Not so much so that I can be done, but rather so I can start it all over again.
I love writing. I just want to get somewhere for once. You can understand that right?
As much as I’m “getting somewhere” with every new…
This Writingchallenges prompt inspired something rather sad, opposed to the adventure and travel vibes the account owner expected the prompt would inspire.
Something about the sentence seemed so forlorn as if the subject couldn’t do anything but watch as cities flew by without her consent. Like she was helpless to stop this ripping away of her heart from her home…
Prompt: She watched the cities fly by…
High Speed Departure
She watched the cities fly by, streaks of light and color blurring in a torrent the chaos already well established there. And as the shuttle left the station and accelerated…
This Writingchallenges prompt inspired a little bit of fantasy which I don’t often write, but absolutely love to read. I adore all things dragons and everything an epic fantasy tale has to offer. Fantasy is apart of me as part of me practically grew up in Middle Earth and another part in Narnia.
I have to admit, I had watched the Dragon Prince not too long before I wrote this and Rayla was on my mind.
Also, you didn’t actually hear this from me, but I will ship Rayla and Callum till I die. …
This entry for Writingchallenges prompt amuses me because I don’t do the love story stuff. I can’t write anything much past middle grade relationships, so I have no idea where all this mushy crap came from. I guess it’s just fun to try something new now and again.
Prompt: Today would decide the rest of her life…
He Called Her Cat
Today would decide the rest of her life. If she agreed she’d never be free again and swore she’d never smile again. …
This Writing Challenges prompt inspired something a little more sad. When I think of memory loss, at least on a substantial level, I think of some kind of trauma. Something that would make the brain need to protect itself and yet I wanted to show the good things it might let slide to remind us all that there’s always beauty, sometimes its just hard to find.
Prompt: He could only remember…
Caterpillar Summers and Frigid Cold Winters
He could only remember pieces, just little, out of context fragments of his childhood. A childhood he almost felt a stranger to.
Sometimes it’s difficult and it feels like giving up a piece of your own soul. Sometimes it’s fairly simple.
But for me it’s almost always a struggle even if it’s the right thing to do.
I’ve given up on a lot of things… and those things affect me. They add up, they weigh me down. So now I have a hard time giving up and raising my white flag, even if I know it’s good for me. Somewhere, somehow the lines got blurred.
If you read to the end, I promise you this is not just another crazy caterpillar girl…