First, I'd like to apologize for the unexpected gap in posts. January has been busier than I thought it would be, because of after-Christmas contacts. But things looks like they're starting to slow down a little, and I'll try to get back on top of things here.
The title of today's prompt is "Unrequited Love," and the theme for today is "Treat." These two look like they can create some good contrast, and I look forward to seeing what conflict arises out of this. If you come up with something entirely different, I look forward to seeing it!
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The wind whispered through the grass and stirred the leaves overhead, carrying the ripe scent of wilting flowers and pumpkin spice. Steam rose from the latte cooling beside her elbow, so close she might have knocked it over if she shifted her weight to that side. The porch was wide, clean, and empty except for us. She was lying on her stomach on the rough wood, peering intently through the eyepiece of her camera.
Friday, January 27, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
Outside the Window
Since I've apparently run out of random things to post here that have already been written, I have gone in search of prompts to help me write new material for you (because I'm super dedicated and nice like that). :)
The title of the prompt is "Outside the Window," and the theme is "Dance." We shall see what happens.
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She sat still. If she didn't, the chair would squeak, and Sister Ethel would take a bead on her like an angry hillbilly with a squirrel problem. But just because she was sitting still didn't mean she was paying attention.
The wide, tantalizing windows, bright and cold with the breath of winter, were only two seats to her left. If she propped her chin on her hand and tilted her head just a little, she looked like she was thinking, and had a clear view of the window under the dark fringe of bangs that hid her eyes from Sister Ethel sharp gaze.
Outside, the snow lay thick on the world, a quiet, icy blanket. It was criss-crossed by winding trails, trampled by many feet over the last two days, so that the snow looked like some sort of vast, messy quilt. Even as she watched the wind picked up loose snowflakes from the top of a drift and threw them gleefully into the air.
The title of the prompt is "Outside the Window," and the theme is "Dance." We shall see what happens.
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She sat still. If she didn't, the chair would squeak, and Sister Ethel would take a bead on her like an angry hillbilly with a squirrel problem. But just because she was sitting still didn't mean she was paying attention.
The wide, tantalizing windows, bright and cold with the breath of winter, were only two seats to her left. If she propped her chin on her hand and tilted her head just a little, she looked like she was thinking, and had a clear view of the window under the dark fringe of bangs that hid her eyes from Sister Ethel sharp gaze.
Outside, the snow lay thick on the world, a quiet, icy blanket. It was criss-crossed by winding trails, trampled by many feet over the last two days, so that the snow looked like some sort of vast, messy quilt. Even as she watched the wind picked up loose snowflakes from the top of a drift and threw them gleefully into the air.
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