Thursday photo prompt "This fell not far from us," she said in a trembling voice. Her companion replied, not just to reassure her, "That's true, but now we know where it came from!" And so it is with most human actions, there is always a return, sometimes with even more fume...
It's a time for soft compromise in the dim light, as diffused clouds attempt to swallow the world: even the crows fly skeptical, nothing to see here, bar the blank page. Image: Rabenkräheschwarm, von Frank Liebig - Archiv Frank Liebig, CC BY-SA 3.0 de, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=75539705
Weekly Writing Prompt #153 Away from this stage, is another test - another round, where force plays no role, but the changing face, the soft verses, of an everlasting poem... Photo: Jardins du Luxembourg, Paris, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
Wings A silent sweep above the early Summer moor, a flash of light, and she's gone... I felt the soft flutter, an angel flew by me, clueless mortal, accident of organic chemistry...
Thaw He remembered: in his youth, this landscape would have been covered with snow, frozen, for several weeks, even, on a colder year, for months. Now, the thaw had come before Christmas. They'd had two snow storms, and, perhaps, it would be all for the winter... But he knew. Despite all the speeches, the … Continue reading Thaw #writephoto
When they left the S-Bahn station a thin drizzle was falling on the deserted sidewalks of Wedding. It was about 1:30 in the morning, there was hardly any traffic, dawn was still some hours away. They were tired of carrying their luggage: it had been a long journey, all the way from the other … Continue reading “Suspicious, but still benign…”
Inspired by the Secret Keeper's writing prompt, Monday, May 29th The warm wind is blowing little clouds of fluffy seeds, the air is still, Higher up in the sky we see the spirals of complexity, a world of uncontrollable danger: No aerosol ban can change the fact, Our species is slowly vanishing...
Inspired by https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/controversy/ "No, you won't do that, and as you well know, if you did, you'd be on your own!" The statement sounded pretty final, so I stayed silence: from then on I'd have to demonstrate I understood where I stood, in the order of things. And I did. So we are, in a state … Continue reading Controversy #SaturdayPrompt
The Prompt Each day some words appear on the page, tentative, surrounded in mist, as if those words emerged from a cloudy landscape, as yet unformed. Summoning a clean page let the characters know: they are not alone, more life is being breathed into their world, a genesis. Their impatience is a testimony to their … Continue reading Clean #amwriting
They emerge from the mist, slowly, their shapes and faces only taking colours once the first sun rays appear: they look hesitant, perhaps a little shy. They are not alone, small nebulae surround them: their memories, their secrets, their hopes, often encrypted, not yet readable. They don't speak, they appear to listen, to … Continue reading From the mist #WritersWednesday