Image Writing Prompt #64

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Writing Prompt #64:

‘We should keep away from the road.’

‘But that’s exactly what they expect us to do.’

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Writing Challenge Response #4 – A Speck of Dust

I love this it is interesting perspective to write from.

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Hey y’all! This is another response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenges. Don’t forget to check out the original post!

A Speck of Dust

This tiny, insignificant particle of dust. It came to be after some terrible person trampled on its home and family. His poor parents told him to run away, to find higher ground right before they were separated. He then hid in a dark corner, out of sight from the giants that ruined his life. A colony of strange and tiny little beings then moved onto him a few months after his solitude began. The speck of dust became great friends with the tiny beings, though they did make him gain some weight. His solitude ended in that corner of the old bookshelf, and he could feel himself coming back to life. He  gave a solemn vow to protect the colony until the end of time, but everything…

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Underwater

The water pressed in at him from all sides, cold and suffocating. He forced his eyes open, they burned with cold and slowly adjusted to the minimal light. He looked around frantically for the key hoping it wasn’t out of reach on the ocean floor. He could see nothing on the bottom the river sludge had been too stirred up and rose shifting in clouds. Then a tiny stream of bubbles caught his eye. He kicked down his muscles and lungs screaming. The chain attached to his leg catching and pulling at him and his body telling him to go the other way. His hands grazed the bottom. He scrambled for something to grab hold of to keep himself there. Something sharp snagged his fingers and then they touched something that felt right. He was losing consciousness and desperate to breath in but knew he couldn’t. He somehow fumbled the key into the lock at his ankle and breathed in turning the key as he chocked. He rose no longer held down by the concreate and chains. His head broke the surface. He spewed water coughing and gaging. He thrashed his way to the far bank. Spewed more water and collapsed on the rocks. He didn’t even have the energy to find amusement in the fact they’d thrown the key in first to taunt him with hope only to throw him on top of it and leave. They were overconfident and now they would pay for it. When he had a little more energy anyway.

Writing Challenge #3 Response – 4-H is the Worst

Haha his is a great response 🙂

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Hey y’all!T his is another response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenges. If you haven’t already, please check out my other responses here. Also, don’t forget to visit the original post! (Please understand that this is the opposite of how I actually feel about 4-H and my whole personality.)

4-H is the Worst

4-H is the most terribly, most absolutely worst. Club. Ever.

Having to work together with people face to face?

Inconceivable! And everything is a challenge!

So not only am I to work with others, but I have to work at it.

There are so many practices to go to, and

Having to show up to all of them makes my social life hard.

Everyone now has to wait until after 8:00 PM to see my

Wonderful selfies that I post ten times a day.

Oh, and the contests are usually hours away.

Really? Waking up at five…

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Writing Challenge #2 – A Summer Dream’s Winter

A beautiful little response

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Hey y’all! This is another response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenges. If you haven’t already, please check out my first response. Don’t forget to visit the original post!

A Summer Dream’s Winter

It’s dark and cold on the beach. The ground shifts under my feet, which is usually a scary thought, but right now, it can only bring comfort. The wind howls from the gulf and a chill is sent through out my body. Though the moon is full, its light is hidden behind the grey clouds. Dust slithers around me like a snake and disappears into the vast wet void before me. I see lights in the far distance that bring in travelers or goods from who knows where. I sit and breathe in the strange, yet wonderful smell of the marine area. Closing my eyes, I feel the momentary peace that even pain cannot steal. A summer…

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The Piano

Another short sad story. I like how it circles back to the idea of the piano it gives it a complete feeling. The writing is simple and polished making it easy and enjoyable to read.

Bedoor Bluemoon

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via Image Writing Prompt #43

“You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I told my dad one afternoon as the light fell on the black and white keys and his unwavering hands.  He seemed lost in thought as always and kept his eyes fixed on his fingers.  I recalled how the music notes would fill our home from early morning before we were ready to go to school.  It was the sound of the keys and the smell of the coffee that made our home what it was.

And now, the sound ceased to exist.

It was three months ago when my mother passed away so suddenly.  It was a calm night in March when I heard her being rushed down the stairs with my dad.  I came out of my room with my headphones on my shoulders not knowing what was going on.  She had on her light…

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Writing Challenge #1 Response – Rebellious Sacrifice

I like the way they weave the story in such a poetic form.

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Hey y’all! This is a response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenge #1. I hope you guys will enjoy it!
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Rebellious Sacrifice

As we dance on the old, worn grey carpet, his eyes beam
Brighter in contrast to their deep dark pools.
Color floods my cheeks as he pulls me closer, our silent
Dance more intimate. I love it, him and the dancing. I close my eyes,
Embracing our last moment of silence together. He will never know.
Far into the distance the sirens wail close. I begin to
Gather my thoughts and pull back. My dark haired love sighs.
“How is it,” he starts, ” that every good moment between us,
Izzy, comes to an abrupt end? Come on; let’s just run to
Jayblu. They won’t find us there and we can live – “

“Knowing that we abandoned everyone and the rebellion.
Love, you know just…

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