Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: June 19th 2017 #Monday’sMuse #AmWriting #CreativeWriting

OPENING LINE (S): “The warmth of his hand against hers warmed her far deeper than the coffee she held, and it was totally unexpected.”

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!

3 Simple Rules of Writing Well: Wisdom from the Writer’s Journal

Being a committed writer requires the following of 3 simple rules. Some might think they are related to grammar, or content, or even word count.

Although all these things have their precious place, they are NOT the most important rules of writing.

Rule Number 1. WRITE: Yes, that’s right. It’s your right to write, so write!

It sounds like an easy thing to do, but if you’ve spent any length of time polishing your craft and you realize that you do have other life obligations to attend to, you already know that writing is not as simple as it sounds.

Rule number 2. WRITE DAILY: Again with those life obligations like eating, bathing, working…These things are necessary but they eat into our time. Thus, we have to make writing daily a priority if we are ever to finish any project.

Rule number 3. WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW: This happens to be my favorite because when you think about it, the concept of ‘writing what you know’ for a fiction writer, especially those of us who focus on science fiction or fantasy, MAKES NO SINCE!

So, here is my interpretation of the old adage. You know you enjoy imagining new possibilities and angles. You have a believable idea for time travel or vampires. Write it! You’ve meditated on it long enough and are now familiar with the concept. You know it. So write it.

BONUS: WRITE BECAUSE IT FEELS SO DARN GOOD TO DO SO! 

Hey, if you read all the bold ‘writes’ in order, including the bonus, it sounds like a lovely poem. That is a bonus indeed!

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~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 16th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “The road was still dark though the fog had cleared. Still they hadn’t seen another car for hours.”

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!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 9th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “He glanced at his watch and choked on a nervous knot. He was already running late and yet he’d still not written a thing. They were just simple words, should have been and yet his mind remained as blank as the page before him.”

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!

If Regret Had a Name: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt May 2nd 2016

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If Regret Had a Name: Flash Fiction

If regret had a name, it would have been Yellow Mustang. What had once been a thing of beauty, a big dream, and a fast ride, had turned into a short-lived occasion crammed in the back seat with nothing to show for it at first but a belly full of baby and a shot-gun wedding.

It could have been better, Audrey supposed. In the first place, she knew better. She was just shy of eighteen, had walked with the Lord since she was seven, but that night, nearly  twenty years ago, she walked right over the cliff of common sense and landed in a matrimony with a guy she’d pined for since she was thirteen but had only known as a person for the better part of three months.

Cade Bradshaw. She called herself in love. She was in something, but it wasn’t love. Not then….

Her daddy and brothers literally rested shotguns on their broad shoulders on the day of their wedding. Cade gave a whole new meaning to the color white, not to mention he was sweating buckets for being forced into marriage because of Audrey being deflowered and now in the family way. The alternative was jail since he was six years older than she was.

Audrey slid up to the car and let her fingers glide across the glistening body. The car was still beautiful. It had given her beautiful things, even if they had come out of a way that only God’s grace could carry.

Yes, she regretted her actions that night. But she knew God had forgiven her. What she regretted now was the loss. Cade was gone and had been for six years.

How does a man live all his life with a pin-prick hole in his heart and nobody notice until it’s too late? She thought if she could take back that night, then she could take back the aching pain of missing him that kept her from letting any other man get too close.

Cade Jr had even begun to fuss with her about it. “It’s time to move on, Mama? Daddy would want you to.”

Pinching her eyes closed, she sighed out Cade’s name. God had given her beauty for her ashes, had blessed her mistake those many years ago and proven His grace by given her a wonderful husband and three children.

But she just couldn’t shake the thought that if that night hadn’t happened she wouldn’t be there now, wishing for Cade’s warmth again.

Truth was she didn’t really  regret her past, she just regretted that Cade had been such a wonder that no man could even come close to filling his shoes. But she was willing to let a good one try. Cade would want her to.

THE END.

* To see the original posting for Monday’s Muse May 2nd, 2016, or to give it a creative writing try, you can do so by following THIS LINK

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Chapter 15: Ascension Graveyard by Candice Coates #SciFiBlogNovel

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Chapter 15

Etta felt the ground beneath her feet vibrating in a way that made her want to take off her shoes and walk barefoot. There was something calming that she alone could feel. That was one of the ways the TOWES had eased people into the ascensions, they lulled them into submission with a vibration. The frequency was so faint now. They had all but shut it off. Her eyes collided with Clive Meeks’, and she wondered if he could feel it too.

By the expression on his face, she figured it was the converse. Mr. Albert’s bushy eyebrows knit together before quickly rising up, his brown face lighting in a way that almost made Etta laugh out loud. Who did he think he was attempting to game?

He made his way towards her. Etta kept his gaze but moved out of his reach, positioning herself right in front of one of the rows of ascension pods. Mr. Albert’s expression flashed. If Etta wasn’t mistaken, that was fear she had just seen in his eyes.

The look was gone before she could decipher it.

“Etta, what are you doing here?” He mouthed to her.

She put the megaphone to her lips. “May I have your attention please?” The frequency within the Yard made the megaphone screech several times. If her first message had not gotten their attention, the ear piercing sound of the megaphone had.

All eyes were now fixed upon her. A rush of exhilaration swept through her core as her lips parted and the words came out of her mouth one by one. “As of today, by the order of Baldwin Falk, there will be no more ascensions.”

A swarm of Lotus flew out from the tree line and positioned themselves between the crowd and the pods. Fear hit like a wind, everyone stepped away from her. Etta stayed calm, very calm. She had to. She spared a glance in the Mayor’s direction.

Vanessa Wong’s face was a horrible shade of red. She yanked at Rick’s sleeve and tried to force him to apprehend Etta. She even shouted at several of the Yard Officers to no avail. Seeing that she was making no headway, she rushed in Etta’s direction getting only a few feet away from her before one of the Lotus blocked her path, its armed tentacles extended and ready.

Two others flanked it, but their form had completely changed, standing on what appeared to be two legs with six arms that were clearly weapons, moving in motion like cobras head’s to a charmer’s song. They followed every subtle move Vanessa made.

From Fire & Ashes: A Poem & Word of Faith

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Oh sweet fire

Burning from embers

Kissed by gales of rushing wind

Charred black my loveliness

Til all seems lost

And I must start again

Bring forth new life, Oh sweet fire

From death spring fertile ground

In the wake of your scorching pyres

Is where my future will abound

Oh sweet fire

~Candice Coates

From Fire & Ashes: A Word of Faith & Encouragement

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Fire rips through the hilly countryside, leaving devastation in its wake. All seems lost. Hope is suffocated in the thick choking smoke that rises from the ashes of what used to be treasures and dreams. 

And when the orange and black fades, giving way to sunlight, nothing can be heard but mocking silence. The fire has one and all is lost.

…Or is it?

If you live long enough, if you haven’t already, you will drink of your fair share of disappointment. Something will come and snatch the proverbial rug from beneath your feet and leave you on your back winded.

None of us are  immune to it. There is not inoculation to prevent tragedy or disappointment from burning through the plains fo our lives. We have no choice deciding if ‘fire’ will come, but we do have the choice of what we accept as true in regard to the ‘fire’.

Maybe it’s the fire of losing a loved one, being let go from a job that had you anticipating promotion. Maybe it’s a relationship that suddenly ended. Fire. It came out of nowhere and left nothing behind it but ashes.

The glory of the fire, however, is that though it burns the life from what we see, it sets the stage for incredible rebirth beneath the soil in what we cannot see.

Dozens of studies over the past two decades have shown that a severely burned forest is a living, thriving habitat that has always been a natural part of western forest ecosystems. Severely burned forests are filled with animals that feast on superabundant food, such as insects and seeds, created by the fire. Anyone with the opportunity to experience a severely burned forest like the Rim Fire is blessed with a cacophony of birdsong, the hum of insects, and a wildflower and pollinator show like nowhere else on the planet. ” ~Some Like It Hot: The Truth About Forest Fire by Monica L. Bond and Richard L. Hutto

The Word of God encourages us with the hope that He (God Yeshua Jesus) will give us beauty for all of our ashes (Isaiah 61:1-3,  Luke 4:16-21). But to get that beauty there has to be a fire. For gold to be refined, there has to be a fire. (1 Peter 1:7)

I take hope and heart in the truth of God’s Word in Romans 8: 28  And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” not just because I’ve read it, but because I’ve lived it.

What we need to be grateful for, despite the temporary burn of life’s fires, is the truth that not “some” things but “all” things work out for our good. God recycles what was lost to bring us greater beauty and gain.

Sometimes it takes the fire to set us free. The very fire that the three Hebrew boys went through in the Book of Daniel Chapter 3, the very fire that was meant to destroy them, was the very fire that removed their bindings. (Verses 23-25)

What is even more glorious is that Yeshua Jesus was walking in the fire with them, the same way He is willing and wanting to walk in the fire with all of us and to bring us out free and refined! (Isaiah 36:7-9)

The truth we need to cleave to about the ashes that seem as the glaring reminder of what we once had or what we once lost, is that those ashes are the very thing that fertilize our soil and enrich it to produce better fruit and stronger foliage.

We must decide whether or not we will  remain buried beneath the result of the fires or if we will allow those ashes to be tilled on our fallow ground to bring forth a new and greater harvest!

Sing oh barren woman! God is faithful good is coming even out of your ashes! Isaiah 54

Oh, sweet fire!

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion