The result of this prompt, courtesy of Kellie Elmore’s post “Free Write Friday: Word Bank”:
A lazy cascade of violets.
the rain follows the curve of the river.
One’s perspective can always change, one tear changing the ultimate “big picture”. it’s not a trinket to be tossed away.
Be somber for as long as you can manage…it’s glint can be beautiful in the sunlight.
The static of rain covers everything.
Indeed, it is one of those late nights that needs to get the “Midnight Oil” flowing …
Burn as much as you need from these top picks thus far:
“Greyhound” -Swedish House Mafia
“Beat it” -Fall Out Boy ft. John Mayer
“Seven Nation Army”- The White Stripes
“Sixteen Saltines” - Jack White
“Treat Me Like Your Mother”- The Dead Weather
“Narcissistic Cannibal”- Korn ft. Skrillex and Kill The Noise
Result of this writing prompt:
I’m fighting to keep from losing my inner peace, which has made a beneficial dent in the metal of my life. Fight or Flight…it is such an incredible decision to be either a steel warrior or to make like a bird and fly far away from it all on the first wind. But the wind has caught fire and now is wreaking havoc, a dark cloud forever following me.
It’s time to break the spell, to stop the crows from tearing at my wounds until my world is wet and red with emptiness and despair. I have chosen to finally taste fire.
From this writing prompt:
I didn’t expect him here, a glint of starshine between my eyes and my own comet to make a wish on.
He paints his dreams in the shadows of his studio, laid out from what the maze of his mind might look like: paint, canvas, india ink, brushes all a forest of protection, as if he thought angered Gods might try to strike him as punishment for not forming their divine likenesses first and foremost. Salvador Dali possesses his work, with surrealist curves and smooth bright colors, but the grey palor of worry seeps into his face. He knows now that my love for him isn’t enough for him to keep on creating…and I have not said one word.
“If we never take a risk, we’ll never know the parts of ourselves that would have emerged if we had.”
“There are days
When you feel so small
And you know
You could be so tall
You think you got no choice
Look at the earth
Look what we do
Here and now
We need you
Silence can destroy
Get up and raise your voice!”
This song has really spoken to me loud and clear as of late. I am finally feeling taller and feeling more comfortable in raising my voice…what about you? Yes, you are a being in a Universe that is breathing and really alive, but what defining period of time in your life did it REALLY hit you; not just as a misty fog passing by, but as a moment of such pure voltage that it FINALLY clicked with you?
Feel free to comment…I am really curious to hear your stories!
The result of this prompt:
She stared at her reflection in the silver spoon.
A moment with simple eyes and a relaxed mouth.
Only to reflect, reflect, reflect.
Bitten lower lip and slow thought process…
She came about, silver and round with a new awareness.
The introspection is almost over and slowly it drips down into the world that is made of water.
Results of writing prompt from here :
I’m hiding from myself in darkness with amber eyes. They only lie in wait if I make the slightest noise, the other part of the time they ignore what may lurk in THEIR own darkness. Darkness is a funny thing…it is not ALL dark if you look close enough you can sense the tiniest point of light. Next to nothing other than that. I let it lead me sometimes to other parts of my mind, digging up uselessness and dusting off quiet wonders. Nothing is as it seems there, which can be good….we go blind as we get closer to the truth.