This is such a nice story in response to Image Writing Prompt #29. It just make me feel happy reading it. DJ and Ella have such a lovely relationship. Here is the link to Teara’s story:
They did a great job incorporating all the different genres into one short and lovely poem Star Wars.
The fairy with purple rings
Is spreading its grey-blue wings
on the yellow orange sky
while the Sun collects its things.
The Stars emit energy waves
and the Earth below raves
about the Nocturnal Internet
for which other planets crave.
Killer Rays from aliens generate fear
They emit after donning action gear
Earthlings approach Stars for protection
Aliens come from afar, the Stars are near.
The stars approach the Moon
“You can make the Aliens swoon
with your brilliant spotless beauty
and we, to the Wind’s music croon.”
And there we tame the aliens into behaving themselves 🙂
Inspired by Dragonition at
‘What are you?’ I asked.
‘An angel,’ he said, ‘I guess that’s what you would call me.’
I stared at me dubiously. He had bright blue hair, and was covered in intricate Celtic-knot tattoos. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. His wings were huge and white the feathers gleamed in the moonlight.
‘Nice tats,’ I said at last.
He glanced down at his arm, ‘Thanks,’ he said after a pause.
‘What are you doing down here?’ I asked.
‘I fell…’ he said.
‘What did you do?’ I asked.
‘I fell in love with you,’ he said.
‘But we just met,’ I said.
‘But I was watching over you,’ he said.
Then he stepped forward and kissed me. I went to pull back in surprise and then let myself melt into the kiss. His arms went around my waist and I felt his wings enfold us in our own private cacoon. He pulled away for a second and I sighed contentedly.
‘So was it because you fell for a human or a man?’ I asked.
‘Because you are human,’ he said, ‘we are not to love any of you more than the rest.’
‘So gender has nothing to do with it?’ I asked.
‘No and it’s never been a problem,’ he said, ‘humans always like to make up random shit that should be deemed sinful.’
‘You swore,’ I said incredulous.
‘Yeah so,’ he said, ‘I already fell didn’t I.’
We both laughed.
Christine Lucas wrote a very intriguing expanstion of my story fragment the lovers you should check out her blog here Christine Lucas.
The wind ruffled his hair. She liked how it sent his fringe tumbling over his eyes. This would be the last time she saw him looking like this, strong, handsome, his skin glowing with the last rays of a dramatic sunset. As if sensing her gaze he turned to face her. Sadness tinged his eyes. ‘Are you having doubts?’
‘No,’ she shook her head. ‘Though it is a long way down and the river fast flowing.’
‘It is, but we are together. That’s all that matters.’ He reached for her hand. Their shoulders touched as they sat on the railing of a bridge. They looked down at the raging river below them. The breeze smelled sweetly of honeysuckle. ‘Scared?’
‘A little,’ she tried to look nonchalant, swinging her bare legs over the gorge.
‘We don’t have to jump you know.’
‘But you’ll think I’m a coward.’
‘No I won’t,’ he…
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They sat holding hands on the rail of the bridge bare legs swinging.
‘Should we jump?’
‘I don’t know it’s a long way down.’
‘Other people have done it.’
‘We don’t have to.’
‘Will you think I’m a coward?’
‘No just the sensible person I fell in love with.’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
‘Let’s do it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes I trust you.’
Together they slide down so their feet were on the bridge and their arms still on the railing. Then still holding hands they jump into misty air and fell towards the river.
This is a fictional short story fragment.