Your prompt is to describe a ‘horror’…
This is my response.
Aaron swung his legs onto the cold hardwood floor and cradled his head in his hands. Sleep had come; surprisingly; shortly before dawn – a short respite from his inner turmoil. The previous hours had seen him suffering intense horror and fright. What should he do now? Would anyone believe his story or even understand Shelley’s actions? Even Aaron was having difficulty comprehending why she would do such a thing.
With a deep breath Aaron slowly stood up and pulled on jeans and a T-shirt. He would have to face the carnage now, his first instinct, last night, had been to run but where could he have run to? No matter where he went they would hunt him down. He had huddled into the corner of the room shaking with fear and shock – his mind exploding with repeated images of their argument and Shelley’s vicious words cutting him as surely as any knife. Her unreasonable behavior had escalated the more he tried to pacify her and reassure her of his love. Her ear piercing screaming had been accompanied with any object within arm’s reach being thrown at him as Shelley emphasized her cruel words. Shards of glass and china showered down the walls and littered the floor – several had found their target and Aaron could now see cuts and bruises up the length of his arms. As he grabbed the bedroom door handle he struggled to keep his hand from shaking – afraid to face the scene of their fight.
You can’t stay in here for the rest of your life Aaron – get going. He walked through the doorway and down the hallway into the large living room. The absolute destruction of the room was similar to what a tornado could do. Picture frames, vases, lamps, chairs – all were broken or shattered and strewn like discarded toys. Aaron headed for the front door stepping carefully to avoid sharp shards of glass embedding into his bare feet. Once at the door he put on a pair of trainers and turned to face the devastation, but his body refused to continue turning toward the far corner. Images flashed across his vision of Shelley’s angry contorted face as spit flew out of her mouth along with her venomous words. Aaron stumbled as the flashback drained his head of blood. Don’t pass out in the midst of this mess, get control for God’s sake.
Aaron up-righted a chair and sat down taking deep breathes in an effort to keep calm. A ray of sunlight pierced through the drapes and threw glints of light around him, revealing the extent of the damage. It truly did look like a tornado had blown through, there didn’t seem to be anything left unscathed. Aaron’s ears buzzed with the absolute silence so startling after last night’s turmoil. You need to look now. He turned to face the far corner, all his muscles tensing in anticipation to see her body – the gun still in her hand.
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Your challenge is to write a poem or short story using this image above. It can be the start or ending of a story, a sense of place or wherever the image inspires your Mse to write.
My Muse decided on a poem.
Revealed by the eroded earth
Spindly, twisting fingers, laid bare
Within their numerous fissures
Tiny creatures take refuge there
Moss growing in damp crevices
Bringing colour to the grey
Patterns of light and shadow
Make numerous images play
Strands of ivy twisting upward,
Slowly consuming its host
Feeding off wrinkled bark
Crumbling it into compost
Growing steadily each year
Nourished by the sun and rain
Weathered by the seasons
Its character all too plain
Today’s prompt is a slice of magic. This is your starting phrase.
“Candies taste sweeter on the moon.”
Read my response before or after you write your own.
Daisy looked at the old man with his long grey beard and screwed up her face at these silly words. She knew no one could live on the moon – her Daddy had told her all about it, when they’d watched a movie about astronauts going up in a space rocket. She remembered his words quite clearly.
“Now, Daisy, the moon is a huge rock, which orbits around the Earth. It is so cold that anything would freeze up there. And there is no air – nothing can breathe.”
Daisy had asked question after question about why and why and why – all were answered by her Daddy in his normal matter of fact way. As a scientist, Daisy knew he was right about everything.
“You are wrong Mr. Man; the moon can’t be lived on. There’s no air!”
“Well is that so young Daisy. I will have to tell my wife and children when I get back there.
“Where is there?” asked Daisy.
“Well the moon of course, my dear. I am The Man in the Moon you see and I can live without air as I am magical.”
Daisy’s mouth dropped open. The man faded into nothing but a pale blue cloud and rose into the sky.
As Daisy’s, mother shook her shoulder gently telling her,
“Breakfast time, darling.”
Daisy glimpsed a ribbon of pale blue touch the moon outside her window. She wondered if there was magic in the world even though her Daddy told her not.
Describe a walk you enjoyed.
I began walking in my short lunchtime break last year and this is a poem I wrote after one particularly enjoyable one. Yesterday was my first lunchtime walk this year, as winter’s grip is slowly easing. (Fingers crossed). My car’s display stated +2 and although the wind was initially cold as I began to walk, on my way back I could feel the warmth of the sun.
Buffed by the breeze
Dancing above the rippling water
Wings flutter and glide
Darting back and forth
Juicy morsels to eat on the wing
I sit enjoying the show with ease
Sunshine on my face
New leaves jiggle and flash
Pollen releases for some that’s sneezes
Tiny blooms appear above the grass
Bathing in the warm embrace
Opportunist waterfowl spy my bread
Stand with pleading eyes
Grateful for the crumbs given with pleasure
Brown, green and white feathered friends
For this delightful repose
Before enclosed in stale office air instead
My photo from the walk described above, obviously not the current situation as we are still under snow!
Do you take a break from work? What do you do?
Where is your favorite walk?
Does your name have a meaning? If so, what is it? If not, make up your own meaning for it.
For a start Mandy is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Mandy is ‘worthy of being loved’. However, it is an abbreviation of Amanda. For those that know me, I NEVER respond to Amanda only Mandy – or risk getting a punch!
My Mother gave me the name due to having babysat a little girl in her youth, whom she was enamored. It is also, I have been told through biblical scholars, in Hebrew/Aramaic the name AMANDA means “Gift from God.” Interestingly, Amanda does not mean lovable. It means “she must be loved” in Latin.
For some reason my Mother named all her children with Hebrew names. I have no idea why.
The name Simon is a Hebrew name meaning ‘hear; listen.’
The name Rebecca is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘captivating; knotted cord’
The name Jonathan is a Hebrew baby name meaning ‘Jehovah has given. Jehovah’s gift.’
Do you know what your name means? Is there a significance to the name you bear? Care to share?