“DON’T JUST PLAN TO WRITE – WRITE. IT IS ONLY BY WRITING, NOT DREAMING ABOUT IT, THAT WE DEVELOP OUR OWN STYLE.” P.D. JAMES
OUR PROMPT: SOMETHING THAT YOU SAVED
Even the neatest of us save. It’s hard not to. There is always at least one thing that we can’t give up, can’t let go. We move it from one place to another when we move or we keep it in that special place with the hopes that no one will find it, touch it, or take it. I have something that I saved. I’ve held it so close to me that whenever I need to be lifted up I visualize it. I keep it in a special place so that I can always have it. I know where it is at all times. No matter where I go I know it’s with me. It can never be replaced no matter how many others I may see that are similar there will never be another one like this one. It’s always warm and soft. It always shows how much I’m loved and cared for. I can’t imagine being without it. I can’t imagine it not being there. I can carry it in my mind but mostly I carry it in my heart. It was always there when I needed it and it will always be there because I need it more now then ever. I am so blessed that I had it and will continue to carry it with me. I love it so much. It warms my heart and my soul. What can this be that can do all of this? What can it be that is always with me? It can only be one thing. MY MOTHER’S SMILE.
Yes, sit down and give the prompt some thought. I’m willing to bet that you do have something special that you saved. Tell us about it.
What I am actually saying is that we need to be willing to let our intuition guide us, and then be willing to follow the guidance directly and fearlessly. SHAKTI GAWAIN
I apologize for missing Tuesday’s Post. I was away visiting our grand children. It was Hannah’s fifth birthday. We had a great time but it left me no time to write my post.
THE PROMPT: “The Woman In The Window”
She sits by the window watching the children playing in the street in front of her house. She loves watching the children. It reminds her of when her children were young and feisty. Then all too soon they were grown with children of their own. Oh how she loves her grand children. They were so much fun, laughing, joking, and loving their grandma. Now they’re grown and living their adult life. But they still come to visit grandma. So, she sits at the window and watches the children play. While she does she reminiscences and waits for those fun loving, beautiful grand children to visit.
I am hoping that you’ll try your writing talent with this prompt. If you do, please leave me a comment. I look forward to reading it.
The first week has passed and I’m ready to post another prompt. I thank my friends who left a comment for me. They were exciting to read.
I hope that you will try to write this prompt. It may help to keep the creative juices flowing. It may also keep the blank page at an arms distance.
Since you are like no other being ever created since the beginning of time, you are incomparable. Brenda Ueland
PROMPT: SHE LEFT A NOTE.
I woke with a start. Suddenly I felt cold. Grabbing the corners of the blanket, I pulled them up to my neck. I reached for Dora. Her side was cold. I turned and saw that her side was empty. I rose up on my elbows and looked around the room. She was not there. I got a chilling feeling through my body. I swung my feet to the floor and slid into my slippers. I grabbed my bathrobe at the foot of the bed and while putting it on headed for the bedroom door. The house was too quiet and that chill eased up my back. I looked in the bathroom, no Dora. I looked in my office and her office as I made my way down the hallway toward the stairs. I didn’t call her name because for whatever reason I felt I wouldn’t get an answer.
As I descended the stairs I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. I couldn’t explain why I had this feeling of fear but I did. As I placed my foot on the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs and was turning right, my eye saw something out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turned my head to look straight ahead. On the table in the hallway of our entrance laid a white envelope. I walked toward the table. Before I even picked up the envelope my hands started to tremble. I felt the panic rising from my stomach to join the thumping in my ears.
On the front of the envelope written in Dora’s unique handwriting was my name, Marshall. Under my name it read, You will always be special to me.