A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
Intrepid tumbler, aerialist elite
Flying and falling, fearless and free
Ropes a-climbing, rigorous display
Tackling obstacles, tramp and trapeze
Walking the wire, wowing the crowds
Intrepid performer, unflinching, unafraid
Pushing boundaries, body pummelled
Hoops and balls and ribbons in play
Crashing and flailing, into gracefulness
Beauty in motion. Winning, their way
Purple sky at night, what a delight!
I was at my husband’s shoulder as he took this photo.
Statically capturing in print, what in life was truly captivating.
He was focussed on the palace beyond. I was enthralled with the foreground radiance.
The twilight colours, the lights of the fountain, the pink shades of the flower,
all flowing so beautifully.
Embodied in that jewel, connected to the universe, sounds, scent, ambience.
I breathed deeply and it seemed I could smell the sweet perfume, although it was but a sculpture.
I reached to touch those soft, stone, petals.
“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.
Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”
Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.
“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.
This very tongue in cheek story came out of me asking my friends for some ‘What if’ prompts. My friend Bobbie suggested ‘What if … the beginning’. My first effort was along the evolutionary lines. Then for my cousin Kevin, I wrote a cheeky version of Creation. Apologies for any offense caused.
God is stoked. He feels very jolly.
But he is also knackered.
Fair to say, He had a very tough week, having undertaken the heaviest workload in like, forever!
He’s looking around, checking things out and feeling good!
“Everybody will love it!” He exclaims. “I mean, one day everybody will love it. When there is an everybody. Well,” God concedes. “I guess I am ALL. And so, I am everybody and I love it!”
God takes a moment to review his work. Ticking off achievements on his mental list. Boy was he proud of the something out of nothing he’d been pulling off all week!
- Planet out of the void. Great illumination. Check.
- Liveable, with an atmosphere, water of life, and so forth. Check.
- Trees and plants, grasses, the Garden – beautiful! Check and check.
God had thought the planet seemed a little lonely, just hanging there in a void and so, He came up with some very cool ideas:
- The Sun and Moon; because when He became busy elsewhere, the planet needed the ability to phase out of light and dark, day and night, and evolve with growth cycles. Ah, very scientific thinking, thought God.
- Adding the other planets was a point of interest! God hadn’t really thought ahead too much about purpose. But by gosh, that sky sure looked pretty.
Then God thought LIFE! And brought forward creatures (big and small, and slithery!). Sea creatures, and birds. He’d had a marvellous time letting his imagination rip!
Amid all this activity, God found the need to create words to describe all he had created. God became history’s first Lexicographer. Even before there were Lexicons and even before there were beings to care about words.
“One day,” God thought “there will be people to use language. I’ll need to drop some clues around, at various points in the planet’s future.”
“People,” thought God. “Animals, birds, trees, sky, stars, oceans, water! Ooh, such words. Man, oh man!”
Then God created Adam. Ah, Adam. Man, in His own image. Well, as God imagined Himself, if He took form.
“I could take form. I shall take form. Sometime when this planet has evolved along its natural path, I might just pop in from time to time. See how they’re all going,” God told himself, as he watched Adam and his woman playing in the Garden.
His final trick, creating the woman Eve out of Adam’s rib. Ouch, that must have hurt.
“I guess I created pain then too,” thought God. “Downright nasty of me, that one. Why did I do that? Oh well. Don’t want to give them false hope of everything being too rosy. A being needs challenges.”
“Look at me!” God cried to the great unknown. “I could just lounge around in my heavenly abode, tossing grapes, creating angelic beings to play soothing music on golden harps. But no! I’m out there, challenging myself!”
And God looked around, smiling. And felt good. Tired but good.
Then boredom hit and He wandered off to find other entertainments. He’d need to remember to come back and see how Adam and Eve had fared; in a millennium or two.
Might be some smiting to do.
Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.
Duplication of disposal dross.
Crying at this disheartening installation.
Feel the crowds.
Surround me. Pushing; straining.
Hear their frustration. Their excitement.
Smell their desperation.
Hate this moment.
Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.
Must get away. Cannot bear it.
Clawing my own skin.
Jump at the touch.
Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.
Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.
Gently take her arm. Walk her away.
Another minute of my life gone.
Angst screaming to escape.
Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.
Anxiety my antidote.
I long for green.
The longing of the upper-middle-class.
In iso, but not without resources. Working from home, and income not an issue.
As I ride my computer each day, this is my view.
It could be that nothing is wrong. It could be just another day, in wonderland.
I long for green.
At least there is a glimpse of sun through clouds.
At least the smog has disappeared.
I could be here alone in this metropolis.
A pure moment, when nobody has escaped to their rooftop for air, and a sense of freedom.
I long for green.
Photo prompt @ Jeff Arnold
Somewhere over that rainbow, a better life awaits.
Something to look forward to. Something to hope for.
In my country (a lucky country) we’ve moved through several heartaches
Widespread bush fires
Months of unbreathable, smoke-filled air
We were looking for the light at the end of a tunnel, the gold at the end of the rainbow
And we got Corona Virus. Isolation. Quarantine. Lock down.
Families separated. Dying abandoned. Easter, and weddings, and funerals cancelled.
As time stands still. Lives put on hold. These boats are waiting.
All heading out to sea, is what I see!