Several people enjoyed the button prompt, so today’s question is:
What story comes to mind with this image? Use 69 words or less.
Here is my interpretation:
The streets lay deserted and dirty. The last flickering of an advert splashed against the buildings husk. Nature will encroach to claim back what is rightfully hers, once again. The structures will house animals and insects and plants will flourish as the cement and steel crumble and rust.
As writers we are also avid readers, not only for pleasure but for research for our story line, be it historical, geographical or even the specifics of a particular genre.
What books do you keep for sentimental reasons? Is it a childhood story book, your first writing craft textbook or something else.
I’m not talking about our burgeoning bookcase horde but particular books that you love for the memories they evoke.
I have several older books (although some were lost when I immigrated to Canada unfortunately). Grey Rabbit as you can see from the impression dates was first published in 1948. The Hiawatha book was a prize for a national art competition, my first grand prize. And the last book is about my birth place.
Why not share your oldest and most loved books in the comments?
I am sharing the word prompt we enjoyed at my writer’s meeting last night.
Use these words in a short story or poem: tower, rotten, bribe, diamond.
Here is my 15 minute response.
“Rotten Tommy, he’s stolen my potatoes again! I’ll get him back, you see if I don’t.”
Lucy nodded, turning her mouth downward to show Rodney, she was sympathic. In reality she knew Rodney had probably lost all the sacks of potatoes in a game of poker and was covering up.
“We’ll have to grow more. We have time this season, Rod.”
“There you go being all positive again, Lucy.”
She turned away at Rodney’s unkind words. She would go as hungry as him without money for food. The door slammed behind her.
“Good riddance!” She mumbled under her breath. Outside the window she saw the imposing towers of the castle. She daydreamed of one day being carried off by the Prince and showered with diamonds away from Rodney and the hovel they called home. He was supposed to look after her, his younger sister but she always seemed to be the one to solve the problems.
Lucy turned quickly at the sound. Freddy was crouched under the window.
“What are you doing there?”
“I have some potatoes for you.”
“And where did they come from, Freddy?”
“Best not know but for a quick kiss, I will let you have the whole sack.”
“Oh will you? Maybe I’ll tell Rodney your plan and he can beat it out of you.”
“Oh, come on, Lucy, one little kiss for a sack of potatoes isn’t much of a bribe is it?”
“Did you steal them from Rodney or Tommy?”
“Does it matter?”
“I suppose not. Come here then and put the sack under this bench then you shall have your one kiss and no more.”
Freddy smiled, threw the sack over his shoulder and hurried in the door. Lucy poised her cheek outward for his kiss and as quickly pulled away.
“I could get you more food for more than a kiss, Lucy.”
“I think that’s enough, Freddy, now off with you.”
Freddy’s shoulders slumped but he left knowing Lucy might be beautiful but also very strong willed.
“Another day, Lucy.”
“Take care, Freddy, if Tommy finds out he’ll be less than pleased to lose a whole sack of potatoes.”
Once Freddy left Lucy pushed the sack further back under the bench with her feet to make sure it was well hidden. Now they would be able to eat for a week or two.
Why don’t you have a go at this prompt. Share your response in the comments.
I’m back from vacation and getting back into the swing of things gradually. For today’s prompt please use this image.
This is my response – enjoy!
There was Humphrey, big, bold and yellow. Weren’t shadows supposed to be black or at least grey? Martin only knew the brightness of the object before him from as long as his memory allowed. As a small child, Martin played for hours with his yellow playmate, making his parents happy that he could entertain himself so well at such an early age. They boasted about his ability until that fateful day.
“Your first day at school, Martin. Are you excited?”
“Yes, very. Humphrey and me will have such fun there.”
“Now, Martin, that’s enough of this Humphrey nonsense. Big boys don’t have invisible playmates, we’ve told you that before.”
“Yes, son you have to be a big boy at school. You want to fit in with all the other children don’t you?”
Martin looked from mother to father to Humphrey in bewilderment. Why wasn’t Humphrey allowed to go to school with him? When Martin protested that Humphrey was real, his parents got mad and forbid him from mentioning his invisible friend again. Tears flowing down his cheeks, Martin ran to his room shouting back as he went that Humphrey wasn’t invisible at all. In fact he was bright yellow and his parents must be blind if they couldn’t see him. Martin didn’t get supper that evening.
Now Martin sat on a park bench unable to steady his emotions. He had needed to walk away from Cheryl and Tommy for a few moments. Humphrey had been his dark secret for decades. A constant companion through school and college but never shared with anyone not even Cheryl. They had courted and married without Cheryl ever knowing she was part of a trio.
“Daddy, are you alright? Did I do something bad?”
Tommy’s little face shone up at Martin, an innocent five year old, who saw the world as a fascinating place.
“No, Tommy, you didn’t do anything bad. It’s just that no one else has ever seen Humphrey. I was shocked when you asked him to play with us.”
A shadow fell over father and son. Martin looked up at Cheryl unsure how she would react. He sighed with relief when he saw her smiling.
“Now your secret is out maybe you can be a more relaxed person, Martin. What do you think?”
“I love you both more than ever before. Come on Humphrey we need to make sandcastles.”
Today’s writing prompt is a view of a pathway. What story or poem does it inspire in you?
I wrote this response for it. I hope you enjoy it.
“What’s down there, Mummy?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. Shall we go and look?”
“Yeh, an adventure – follow me into the jungle. I’ll protect you.”
The irregular shaped stepping stones draw us into the unknown depths of his imagination. With a stick for a sword, he leads the way. He is a Commander and fearless leader of an army, searching out the enemy.
It feels pleasant to be under the shade of the tree’s canopy, out of the hot sun. As I watch Sebastian dart back and forth taking cover behind tree trucks, my heart warms. He is the miracle I never thought would be mine. So many years of trying to get pregnant and then the indignity of numerous medical tests had made life so difficult. Gerald tried so hard to comfort me, and accompanied me to all my appointments and endured tests of his own. It was only when I caught him unawares on that fateful evening, that I knew I would have to stop pressuring him to carry on. The total despair in his voice; as he had spoken to his mother; had chilled me to the bone. He was blaming himself and truly believing I would leave him or worse. I had crept away unnoticed and walked for hours along this very path, deciding our future. My decision made, I surprised Gerald with a candle lit dinner the very next evening and announced.
“I cannot struggle any more, Gerald, let’s enjoy life again. Put all this behind us.”
“Are you sure, Claudia? You have so wanted a child.”
“Yes, I’m very sure. It’s obviously not meant to be.”
I had to ‘eat my words’ three months later, when my stomach upset was identified as ‘morning sickness.’ Our specialist was not surprised. He told us it was quite common for women to conceive once the stress was absent.
“Mummy, come on. Keep up.”
“I’m coming, Commander. Have you found the enemy yet?”