Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 14, 2018

 

OPENING LINE(S): “I’m not going to let you drown,” he said, spitting out salted water. His/Her/My limbs felt like sinking lead in the water but the stranger’s grip on his/her/my collar was more than enough to keep them/us afloat. Solid ground was just in the distance promising safety, explaining why they’d/ I’d jumped in the water in the first place was another problem in and of itself. 

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 “MondayMuse.”
  • 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.)

*Originally posted on June 13, 2016

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: April 30th 2018

OPENING LINE (S): “She sat perched on the edge of the table, the tight fold of her interwoven fingers expressed the nervousness that had been concealed in the even tone of her voice and the placid look on her face. Turning fully towards her, s/he paid closer attention to what she was saying.”

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 “MondayMuse.”
  • 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.)

*Originally posted on October 19, 2015

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Turning Point: Flash Fiction Results For Monday’s Muse Nov 30th 2015

Turning Point

Heat spread across my cheeks as Mama turned and gave me that look, the one that said, ‘Don’t make me turn this car around, mister.’ I choked on the angry retort that tickled my tongue and drew my clenched fist beneath my thighs in an attempt not to hit my sister, Harriet, across the back of her head.

Harriet snickered. 

She always seemed to find humor in making every waking day of my life miserable. Sure we had our laughs every now and again, but mostly it was war; war waged on me by the villainous troll that my parents had spent the last six years trying to convince me was actually my sister and not some rotten changeling that had crept in from the forest.

Changlings did that, came in and made people believe they were someone they were not. I read about it once in a comic, so it’s true alright. Harriet didn’t fool me. But Mama and Daddy, they were goners.

They would learn the truth one day. I would show them. But for now, it was obvious that they were too hypnotized by bouncy curls and rosy cheeks to see anything other than the enemy they tucked in at night.

So it was settled. I was going to make my escape and then show them all the truth later. My bags were already packed to go. I am going to become a changling.

Becoming a changling usually required that a kid be kidnapped and swapped out by the changling gang. I read that too somewhere.

Living in the forest wouldn’t be so bad. I loved climbing trees and creek fishing, and I could definitely do without having to stare at Mrs. Beezly another day. Life at nine was hard enough as it was let alone having to look at her all afternoon.

The only problem that I did have was not being rotten enough for them to change me out. I always managed to get the threatening look from Mama but I had never had the guts to cross…that line…never had the moxy…never…

WHACK! Cathunk!

“HENRY!” Mama screamed at me as the car yanked over to the side of the road spitting gravel, my guilty hand still raised in the air. Harriet was wailing like a stuck pig. She was going to have a nice knot where her forehead kissed that side window.

The shocked look in her eyes made my stomach burn as Mama actually whipped the car around and directed it toward home. Home and my future as a changling.

Far as I could see it, I’d earned my place today. I even managed to snicker. It was a real turning point.

THE END

These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt May 23rd, 2018, originally posted on December 3rd, 2015.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: April 23rd 2018

OPENING LINE (S): “Heat spread across my cheeks as Mama turned and gave me that look, the one that said, Don’t make me turn this car around, missy/mister.’ I choked on the angry retort that tickled my tongue and drew my clenched fist beneath my thighs in an attempt not to hit my sister Harriet across the back of her head. Harriet snickered. 

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 “MondayMuse.”
  • 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.)

*Originally posted on November 30th, 2015

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

 

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: April 16th, 2018

OPENING LINE (S): “The door whispered on its hinges as his/her fingers gently pushed it open, his/her stomach leaping as the light from the window washed over the scene inside the room.

 “The look on her face spoke volumes. Her gaze had more intonation and resonance than that which came from spoken words. Instantly she was understood.”

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 “MondayMuse.”
  • To get the Above Image click and copy the image below (It is a public domain image.)

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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.)

*Originally posted June 2015

~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!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: October 17th 2016 #CreativeWriting

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OPENING LINE (S): “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.”

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!

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

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: August 29th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “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.”

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.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!