Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 22th 2017 #AmWriting #WritingPrompt #Monday’sMuse

OPENING LINE (S): “He sat at the ready, bow string drawn tight, pressing against the weight of his fingers. He had them in his sights, all three of them, still he couldn’t bring himself to release the arrows.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”
  • To get the Above Image follow this LINK

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS SITE WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Friday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 15th 2017 #AmWriting #Fiction #Monday’sMuse

OPENING LINE (S): “He sat his cup down and pressed his lips together in a hard line. She didn’t know if his expression was due to the bitterness of the brew or what she’d just said.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”
  • To get the Above Image follow this LINK

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS SITE WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Friday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 8th, 2017 #Amwriting #Writingprompt #Monday’sMuse

OPENING LINE (S): “He’d definitely found something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he could just make out its silhouette under the blue-black blanket of night. His heart stopped when the light of his lantern stretched across it.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”
  • To get the Above Image follow this LINK

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Friday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: April 24th 2017 #AmWriting #Monday’sMuse #CreativeWritingPrompt

OPENING LINE (S): “Even without his spyglass he could see the house clearly from that distance. Although the shutters remained closed in the middle of the day and the packed dirt road appeared virtually undisturbed, still he knew she was there.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “#Monday’sMuse.”

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Friday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Among Snow & Ice: Flash Fiction #Writing #Writer #Story

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Lynolite was a tricky substance to find. It acted as if it knew its own dangerous potential and purposefully camouflaged itself among snow and ice as if it knew better than man than to allow itself to be found in the wrong hands.

It was volatile, intoxicating, unpredictable, dangerous…just like man.

The unspoken warnings should have been enough, but they never were. They only heightened the desire to seek out danger, fill one’s  cup with the rush of the thrill, the promise of impossible power.

Edison March didn’t feel alive unless he was binge drinking adrenaline, toeing the line of life and death. More than that, Lynolite fascinated him, the hunt for it fascinated him. He’d also been paid smartly for its retrieval, nearly enough tokens to cancel all of his debts and allow him to live high on the Hill for the rest of his pretentious days.

The Hill.

He cast his eyes outward, drawing them away from the drinkable blue of the Lynolite, and tried to image the Hill from where he stood in the cold. If he stared long enough the lead-like gray of the frozen waters would bend within his imagination and form the domed homes and structures of the Hill.

He could smell the crispness of the air, taste the fruits of the land, hear the sound of the carefree laughter in the air. At least he’d heard they laughed on the Hill. One thing he knew for certain, they glowed there at night. Some of them even rose into the heavens.

He’d seen it happen a time or two although now one believed him.

The bitter taste of resentment coated his tongue and made him frown. What did it matter anyway, his imaginings, the things he’d seen, or even the Hill? Once he delivered this bounty to the one who’d hired him, there would be no guarantee that the Hill would even exist once he’d taken his payment and made himself scarce.

That was a dark problem Edison chose not to entertain. Instead, he began to dig.

THE BEGINNING…

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~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

(Un)Happiness: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse October 24th 2016

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(Un)Happiness: Flash Fiction

So she was being a jerk, mocking the love-struck couple. They seemed happy and she was happy that the book blocked them from seeing how she made fun of them. Nasty break-ups had that effect on the romantic mind; turned it bitter.

She had gone from being a happy, doe-eyed romantic, to a cynic with just one single text.

A text! Six months of bliss and she was only worth a text? She’d had break-ups before. She’d loved and lost like many people her age. But she’d figured at thirty-one to his thirty-four that the roles of disengaging were obvious.

One did not end a romance with a text.

Now she started at the star-eyed couple gazing at one another the way she and Gage had once gazed at each other. Her focus shifted and she stared at the title in her hand. “Happy.”

She honestly had no idea what Alex Lemon had to say in that book but she realized that just as someone had chosen the bright yellow color as the cover so too had she chosen to be happy with Gage.

Truth was, he wasn’t perfect…or mature for his age. But she’d chosen to be happy with him just as she had chosen to be unhappy without him.

It was all her choice; happy, unhappy, yellow or some other less threatening color.

Her choice. Her happy or her unhappiness.

THE END

*Well there she is, my last installment of Monday’s Muse. My choice, my happy, my non-threatening color. Be of good cheer, if you are a fan of my writing, I will continue to weave stories hopefully on a daily basis but without the formality of Monday’s Muse. To see the original prompt for this post you can do so by clicking HERE

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER! 

*Original image taken from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/happy-book-67442/

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: October 24th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “So she was being a jerk, mocking the love-struck couple. They seemed happy and she was happy that the book blocked them from seeing how she made fun of them. Nasty break-ups had that effect on the romantic mind; turned it bitter.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Thursday.

IMPORTANT: 

  • I am putting Monday’s Muse on a trial. Although I’ve enjoyed it, it seems as if I am the only one participating. That being said if there aren’t more participants by the end of October 2016 it will have to go…gotta let things go and I’m okay with that.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

*Original image taken from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/happy-book-67442/

Another Step: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse October 17th 2016

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Another Step: Flash Fiction

The clouds seemed to open up right at the point of his desperation, casting a brilliant glow on the path that had seemed elusive and hidden for so long. Swallowing down the nerves that had cinched his throat, he convinced himself that all he had to do was take another step.

Another step. The thought of it appeared to be more easily said than done especially in light of the fact he’d twisted his ankle so badly nearly a mile back. The swelling pain was tolerable enough even though it had altered his gait and left him walking with a hitching step on tip-toes.

But the swelling, the thirst, the pain was all seen as sufficient exchanges for what he was gaining.

Throne’s Path, the fabled road that was said to only appear when the moons aligned once ever twenty years with the planet  Hidmal lay bright and open upon the dark terrain, right before his hungry eyes.

Legend told that King Hidmal, before his bitterness had grown beyond the size of the earth and had become as stone, a stone so large it erupted into its own planet, that he’d sworn none of his kin would rule from his throne that his kingdom would wane in darkness, hidden from the light of life.

But his youngest son, the one turned priest, had amended his father’s oath  pledging that upon each eclipse of his father’s stony heart, when the light dispelled the darkness, that the path to the throne would become visible to the eyes of the next noble king.

Illian had no desire to be anyone’s king. Nor did he believe himself to be king material, but he could not deny that he was ambitious. More so than that, he owed his debtors a king’s ransom one he’d either pay with his blood and bones or actual gold.

He’d chosen to pay in gold and took up the path of a fool’s errand chasing after Throne’s Path, a legend, a fable, but story clearly born from truth.

Afterall, Hidmal had no need for gold.

Pulling himself over another hurdle of large rock, Illian took another step.

THE BEGINNING…

I do hope you enjoyed the unraveling of the opening of this tale. These are my results for MONDAY’S MUSE OCTOBER 17th, 2016. To see original post and rules you can do so by clicking HERE. I have to confess that Illian has got my curiosity peaked. Will he find gold or will he find a winding path that continues to cost him more than he bargained for? Only time will tell, but I will give it much thought! 

**Image taken from Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/en/mountains-panorama-landscape-massif-1660789/

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Summer Winds: Micro-Fiction

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Summer Winds: Micro-Fiction

The warmth was a blessed reprieve from the chilly winds. The sun shining heat as if its very rays were that which turned the leaves from vibrant green to royal shades of ochre, amber, and red.

Fall had definitely arrived but summer was giving its last good-bye, kissing the atmosphere with crystal blue skies and a warm embrace.

It was the last dance until the cycle began anew. Fall had taken the stage but danced with the last season to the tune of “Summer Winds.”

THE END

*Free Flow write. Roughly three minutes.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

*Image taken from Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/en/young-woman-fall-autumn-vintage-635249/

Sleeping into Dreams: Results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt August 29th 2016

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Sleeping into Dreams: Flash Fiction

The sun and the heat, dancing with the gentle bounce of the truck had lulled him into a hungry state for sleep, one that was too much to ignore. It didn’t matter anyway. He had no idea where he was or where exactly he was going.

Turning off the ignition, he rested his head against the steering wheel. He needed the rest. His mind had been cranking nearly as hard as the vintage gears of his late grandfather’s truck.

The old man had passed less than a week ago. Funny how his kids wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, his aunt had said. They literally went through the old man’s good’s like a swarm of hungry locust.

He got the truck. He also got out of town.

It wasn’t his initial plan, to just up and leave. But his life had suddenly turned over on its head just as if a wild chance of lightening had struck. Oddly enough, the hard crack of lightening hitting the old oak tree out front, the sound of it, had given the old man a heart attack.

The jarring hit of it all still had his head spinning, and so he ran…drove away.

The truck wasn’t the only thing he’d gotten. The old man had given him half of his finances. He had raised him since he was eleven when his parents drowned on vacation.

Now, just barely twenty-three, he was in a similar state of greiving, feeling the sudden heat of change and the desire to sleep it off.

He had just shy of six figures boiling in his bank account and that was only what the old man had left him.

He figured he’d sleep himself into a dream, dream up a plan and go from there.

THE END

*These are my free flow writing results for Monday’s Muse August 29th, 2016. Thank you for reading. To give the writing prompt a try, click the above link.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!