The smell of fresh coffee permeates through the vibrations of the morning meditation. Ancient blessings from Erin’s verdant hills roll o’er my Mala beads. Smooth pearls slip across my hand as the waves slipped out to sea on past vacations, revealing the shells now arranged on my desk. The sand begins to drip in the day’s hourglass, but my day begins with a calm, clear sea.
—65 words: Descriptive Writing Practice—
This short description is part of the Weekly Writing Challenge: Object
Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“Al this is my friend Mr. Harris,” Al nodded in Mr. Harris’s direction while staring at the cucumber sandwich as Maddy introduced them.
“Weeellll, chap whaaaat brings yooou heeeere?”
Al gave a puzzled look and replied, “I was chasing a rabbit.”
“Oh a raaaabbit, how delightful!” Mr. Harris exclaimed nearly toppling over in his chair causing Old Maddy to giggle in a fit of hysteria until she snorted.
“Go on,” she urged Al as she tried to compose herself. Al began to wonder what she had poured from the special adult tea pot.
“Well, he had a key, a silver one, but I’ve lost him now, I’ll never find him.”
“Oh why do ya say dat?” Maddy implored.
Al shrugged, he really didn’t have a good answer, he just didn’t believe he could find the rabbit, so he replied “It’s impossible.”
“Ha!” Mr. Harris laughed,” Why lad when I was your age I believed in six impossible things before my ma made me brush my teeth. Count it, six!”
Al stared in disbelief, he had no idea what to say to the man who was shoving cakes and tea in his mouth as he tried to recite the six things.
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“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
Well, I didn’t follow the prompt, but I did continue my re-imagination of Alice in Wonderland Tale. As far as 6 Impossible things I believe in:
1) Magic-And I’m not necessarily talking about voodoo, though I wouldn’t mess with that, but they say love is the most powerful of all magic and that is good enough for me. Did you know there is good voodoo and bad voodoo. Gotta check.
2) We Can Do It!-I believe that one day women will truly be equal in the STEM fields (and maybe even dominate some). We’ve come a long way, buy we still have a ways to go.
3) Not one straight line in the timeline of history. I might have to draw a picture sometime for that one on the Maria story.
4) I believe it is possible to engineer new ways to feed, water, house, clothe, and provide energy for over 8 billion people on this planet without mining resources from other sources in the solar system. (I’m kinda an optimist-but I’m not oppose to exploring new sites, I would be one of the first to sign up.)
5) I believe in a higher power-whether that be God or the heavens or what, I don’t know and I’m not sure that we’re meant to know for sure, so I’m not going to worry over it.
6) I believe that nothing is impossible.
How women survived throughout the trials of history remains a mystery to me.
My friends and I down on hour costumes for the Renaissance Festival last summer in the hottest of heat with every intention of seeing all the Faire sights and doing a little shopping. We even tried our hand with some of the period weaponry much to our dismay.
We made sure we included breaks from the sun and heat by venturing into the catacombs, seeing the king’s court, and having tea with the Queen. We are ladies after all. Completing a day adventure, called for wine and the customary turkey leg.
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction
Since this is the first challenge in Phoneography Month you know it has to involve a photo, but no worries — it’s still an equal-opportunity challenge; no fancy phone required.For this challenge, we want to see a photo of someone looking truly happy.
St. Louis Post
Financial Section
Monday, October 28, 2057
Daily Editorial
Wall Street trading closed early Friday after spiraling out of control on reports that US Natural Gas loads and reserves are expected to dry up in the next fifteen (15) years, much earlier than anticipated. Some are calling the crash the Second Modern Black Friday. No sign as to when the Stock exchange will reopen. Regulators are being selective and secretive prior to reopening the markets. Analysts (including this one) aren’t holding their breaths and do not expect a quick change in the markets on the latest abysmal energy sector news. Many in the energy sector point the finger at a combination of increasing environmental restrictions and user power demands due to technology hunger and recent cold winters. Environmental experts rebut by claiming that the energy sector sings “same hook” without data to back it up. Already the murmurs of “bailout” and “stimulus” can be heard in the deep, dark, dank, corridors of Washington. Sounds like the tax payers will end up picking up the tab on this one yet again with nothing to show for it. Whatever happened to all that “green” energy from the 2000’s? One piece of advice I do have for all of you on Main Street (what’s left of it), don’t procrastinate, get you financial back up plan in order now. And while you’re at, grab a couple matches–you’re going to need them.
Richard Wilson
Financial Editor
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Weekly Writing Challenge: Dystopia!
Write a short story or piece of descriptive faux-journalism describing your personal idea of a dystopia — a dark future when everything you hold dear is on the chopping block.
So, my post is like the pre-dystopia leading up to the real Oh-shit moment, and I like that plausible fiction. Sometimes reality is more terrifying than fiction and this is one of those cases.
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Writing Prompts – Creative Copy Challenge #311
Kisses
Luscious Nibbles
Tasting Heavenly Lips
Amorous Longing For More
Smooches
Kisses down the neck
Leaving a trail of passion
As lips explore more
Black lace slides down over thighs
Tongued passion by candlelight
Long ago, on a moonless night when the kings were appointed the guardians of man. The goddess crooned of duty and honor. The red king, the blue king, and the white king, each knelt before her granite temple solidifying their oath by cramming down the caramel colored acid she offered. An eavesdropper gave a low shriek of disapproval.
The kings banded together to rid the world of the magic folk. The few they allowed to stay bought their peace with gifts and offerings. Man was now safe from the magical beings, though this was not what the goddess had intended the kings to do with the honor she had gifted them. The kings angered the goddess and so she paid them a visit on another moonless night.
“Good eve, Red King.” The goddess commanded as the Red King knelt before her beauty.
“Good eve, Blue King.” again the King she commanded fell to his knees. Before she could speak his name the White King knelt and bowed before his goddess. She smiled, “Good eve, White King.”
“You have taken advantage of the honors I have bestowed upon you.”
“Your Beauty, let me explain,” the Red King started.
With a flick of her hand the silenced the Red King.
“I am very disappointed in all of you.”
“Your Grace, if I may,” the Blue King tried, but was also silenced.
“If you do not change your ways you will all fall to ruin. If you can turn to your true purpose, you will find true riches,” goddess finished. She gave a lasting and knowing look in the White King’s direction. The only king who had not interrupted her. Perhaps there was still hope yet for the kings. Perhaps there was still hope left for humanity.
Excerpt from Writing Challenge: Map It Out-Voodoo Time
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Marie first met our three Kings in Poisoned. What a sight she must have seen as she entered their throne room. I didn’t really go into much detail describing the kings then, because I wanted to keep each scene short. But with this Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters asks us to do a character sketch, drafting up a detailed list of their special characteristics and traits. I thought I’d let you in on some of my visioning for each King and what Marie would have seen as she entered their throne room.
This arrogant king’s deep-set eyes sparkle like the finest emeralds at meal time. His long, curly, luxurious hair is the color of varnished wood, and is worn in a complex style. He has a rotund build. His uniform is mostly red, and it looks like a royal version of a monk’s outfit. The red king thinks he’s head king, and the others let him think so, but he’s dumb as a doornail and follows along with whatever the Blue King tells him.
This brave king’s round eyes are as blue as the sky on a clear summer day. His long, straight, silky, midnight black hair is worn in a simple style. He has an athletic build and a helpful spirit. His outfit is mostly gray and white, and looks like a fusion of a cowboy’s outfit and a policeman’s uniform, including a collar. Some things just don’t sit right with the White King, he’s often outnumbered, and out voted, but he takes a stand for what he believes is right and for what he’s given a pledge of honor to uphold.
This angry king has hypnotic; almond-shaped eyes are gold. His neck-length, wavy, hair the color of bleached bone is worn in an elegant artistic style. He has a thin build. His uniform is mostly blue and violet, and it looks like a fusion of a mysterious emperor’s formal wear and a sorcerer’s robes. The Blue King is the plotter, the string puller, the mastermind. He’s often the one making under the table deals to look the other way with magic folk in the realm of man.
After the sonic boom had destroyed his laboratory, including this season’s experiments, Dr. Lantha nursed the lone remaining liquid filled jar like a possessive mother bird through the hot summer months. He fawned and fussed over it day and night, adjusting temperature and light. Otto thought he was going to have to send for help, until one crisp, clear autumn day something began to bubble beneath the surface of amber liquid. Otto reached for the bubbling jar with the adorable, puzzled face that only a chimp can make.
“Soon Otto, soon,” Dr. Lantha answered giddily before Otto could touch his most prized possession.
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Today’s Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure ask’s us to write a story or post with an open ending, and let the readers invent the conclusion. I’ve written today’s 100 word story + 3 word prompt “beneath the surface” from the remains of Dr. Lantha’s laboratory, but I’m letting you pick what will hatch from his surviving experiment. The poll will close in 1 week. Stayed tuned for upcoming tales of Dr. Lantha’s lab based on your input.
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Dr. Lantha’s Lab Get’s Rocked: Sonic Boom
Photo courtesy of Cheri Lucas.
The church bell was ringing noontime in the distance, signaling my vacation’s end.
One last kiss would sear him forever in my memories.
Reluctantly I boarded the trolley to the airport, ending my summer romance.
A farewell wave on that hill was the last time I saw him.
I will never forget that summer, that kiss, or my first love.
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Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words, Take Two
Marie was a pretty, luscious auburn curls and fair skin. A little older and a lot wiser than when she first set foot in the apothecary shoppe, her emerald eyes no longer sparkled with mystery and wonder. The Voodoo woman in New Orleans had only confused her more; as small frustrated wrinkles teased her brow she made her next trip through time in search for her true love. She would have like to stay to try and ask the woman more questions when the moon was right, but she must keep moving lest the old, wizened witch find her and cage her or worse.
Her latest journey through the canvas of time crashed landed her in the kitchen of a sushi restaurant (circa 2000 New York City) with such force that she lost conscience. The immaculately dressed workers thought she had been attacked. Once she convinced them not to call the police they insisted that she sit and have a meal on the house. The restaurant workers were much nicer than anyone she had encountered on her last trip to New York. Despite the awkward landing, this trip was looking up. Maybe her White King made his home in the city that never sleeps. Maybe this was the end of the journey to finding him again. Maybe they would be able to settle down without fear, finally.
As Marie waited in the dining room for her complimentary meal, her hopeful thoughts turned to a pounding headache. In the center of the dining area, a large rock fountain dominated the room. The water noisily tumbling and splashing over every rock down to the pool at the bottom; split, splot, spat, cludink, cludunk. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the dining room décor consisted of wispy, swirled clouds painted on the wall with hypnotic Buddha art above every booth. The room started to spin as pounding in Marie’s head became louder like temple drums. Clouds fused together on the wall as the Buddhas began to laugh, “Hahahahaha.” The waiter brought out Marie’s raw fish just as she could take no more. One smell of the wasabi and she passed out.
“Your initial tests were inconclusive, Sam.” Dr. Russell reported.
“Are we going to have to start over?”
“Not quite, I do have some ideas. I’d like to switch directions. Starting with a full body scan from head to toe and see what those results are before we go any further.”
“You have any idea what’s causing my condition?” questioned Sam with a sliver of hope.
“I have a hunch. We’ll wait and see what the scan results are before we start jumping to conclusions.” the doctor replied, not wanting to get Sam’s hopes up too high.
Later that afternoon Sam entered the scan room. The massive machine, a shrine to the medical gods, shined with the hopes and fears of patients tested. The white coated technician motioned for Sam to crawl up on to the machine. Sam fidgeted, trying to find comfortable position on the cool, hard surface. The technician darted behind his protective shield.
“Lie still,” the coated man commanded over the speaker from his shielded little room as he started the machine.
A slight humming noise began and picked up in volume as Sam was slid further into the cavern of the gods. He prayed they would find the solution to his condition and he would taste again. As the machine engulfed Sam fully he began to feel crowded and started to panic.
“Almost there, hang in there buddy” the shielded man encouraged. The scan went on for an eternity before Sam the man again saying, “All done.”
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nightmare of daytime 