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#OctPoWriMo: Day 4-7

OctPoWriMo Day 4: “Between Clouds & The Water” Writing Prompt

22042280_10213996493176987_5919497626760120946_oMy body peacefully drifts across the surface of the pool of water like a piece of wood lost at sea.
I open my eyes for a moment to see the delicate puffs of material like white cotton floating over me.

I close my eyes as I continue to drift between the clouds and the water, barely sinking into the cool blue.
I plan to wait there until the air grows cold and the sun hides behind the grayer clouds giving me the cue.

OctPoWriMo Day 5: Seeing Red

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Writing Prompt: The Change

Writing Prompt: Instead of writing a dark, gritty version of a sweet story, make a grim and horrifying tale genuinely heartwarming

It had all started one day after I sat down for a meal in my home. That day, I had a rather large helping of crisp salad, which still had the dew from the fresh water that had washed over the leaves. I had scurried off to bed after becoming uncharacteristically exhausted and quickly closed my eyes in search for rest.

The next day I noticed a very strange feeling in my body. I had opened my eyes and looked down in confusion of what I had witnessed next. The body that I had woken up in vaguely appeared to be the one that I had before I went to bed the previous day, and what I had lived in since my birth. (more…)


Writing Prompt: A Mind of its Own

Photo by: Nevit Dilmen acquired from Wikimedia Commons

Photo by: Nevit Dilmen acquired from Wikimedia Commons

Your computer won’t shut down when you are getting ready to leave work at five. Instead, it is looping a message, and then attempts to tell you something. What is your computer doing? Write this scene. –Writer’s Digest

I stare anxiously at the clock that is located on the wall behind the water cooler. It seems as though time has stopped indefinitely at 4:59 p.m. So I grab my briefcase even tighter to get ready for when time decides to reinstate itself and move its minute hand up to meet the 12.

When the clock eventually strikes 12, I quickly stand up with my briefcase in hand, adjusting my black pencil skirt in the process, and reach for my computer mouse. I move the pointer on the to the startup button and select the option to shut down my computer. However, for some reason, the computer begins to shutdown, flashes some sort of error message, and then goes back to the desktop screen. (more…)


Writing Prompt: The Ripples Left Behind

When I finally leave this world, hopefully after many years of wonderful life, I hope to leave behind a legacy that inspires others. I hope that everything from the pieces of writing that I have written, advice that I have given and any helpful actions that I have done will encourage people to venture out into the world, treat others with kindness and think critically about their surroundings.

When my life’s river stops flowing and the land around my earth dries up, I hope the remaining rippling memories of my existence reach out far and touch those that I have come across. Like many who wander out into the world, I would like my life on this plane to mean something. And when it’s time to cross over to the other side I want to be able to look back and be happy with the life I have led.


Vanishing Point

“He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed.” Finish the story. –WritingPrompts.Tumblr.com

The cold winds whipped across the faces of the men as they rode their long canoe-like vessel, made from the tall Cedar trees of the now fading forest along the shore. The tribesmen would violently shiver, every so often, as the boat rose and fell against the crashing ocean waves causing the freezing waters to wash over them. However, they would not stop and turn back to the comforts of home. They were on a mission, and they had to keep moving forward.

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