Finding Creativity with a Prompt

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The turning of the page brings an undeniable beckoning to her fingertips, not unlike the cry of a loved one calling out from afar. Closing her eyes, she allows her fingertips to gently skim the top of the page finding the tiny hills and valleys that have been created by all of her markings and notes scribbled on it. Opening her eyes, she glances down lovingly at the pages before her. These marks would be only a jumble of colors and words to anyone else, but to her they open a floodgate of memories and connections.

Her eyes lift from the book to the surface of the table. A big table meant to seat anywhere from six to eight people. But, there will be no dining here amidst the heaps of books and notebooks, the pages of paper, mess of writing utensils, and a computer.

A twinge of sadness pierces her heart and she scolds herself, ”Is this what you have reduced yourself to? Forcing them to live around the mess of your dreams?”

Closing her eyes and dropping her head, she lovingly caresses the pages before her almost missing the soft inaudible voice. “Read!”, it says. Opening her eyes in obedience, she finds the verse under her fingertips. And in reading, her sadness is replaced with joy in understanding and strength is added to the commitment of her goal.

Proverbs 14:4 (NASB)
Where no oxen are, the manger is clean,
But much revenue comes by the strength of the ox.

Because all of the kids are in school now I have had more time to focus on writing. So, I’ve been exploring the art of it. Writing prompts have really caught my interest. There are many different kinds of writing prompts and you can find them all over the Internet. Sometimes they are as complicated as an introductory sentence or as simple as just one word. There are visual prompts, prompt contests, speed prompts, etc.

I used this verse from Proverbs as a writing prompt and tried to write an illustration that would give it modern life.
I have been trying to write daily to keep my creativity level up and writing prompts have provided me with good direction for writing something on the quick. I admit that I have been enjoying the experience of exploring them.
If you want to check some out, try these websites:

www.easystreetprompts.com
www.thewriteprompts.com
www.oneword.com
www.creativewritingprompts.com

What Makes Life Worth Living?

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It must be the simple things.

Thank you, Savannah.

I love you, too.

Hello, Fall! I Hate You.

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This is a bit different from my usual post, but I felt the need for some creativity. I hope you enjoy it!

Hello, Fall. I found the gift you left for me on my handrail this morning and I hate you.

I understand that you are the glorious Season of Harvest. Rest assured, you will have homage when all our cornucopia, in spirit or material, have been placed upon the tables to spill forth their precious bounty in a tribute to you.

And I realize, that during your time, all the trees will be flaunting their beautiful colors in majestic and awe-inspiring displays of natural fireworks. Everyone will be amused and amazed scrambling for the perfect family picture. Yes, weddings have been planned precisely during your time of the year to ensure perfect weather and gorgeously romantic scenery.

But you, Fall, have never romanced me. Never placed a spark within my heart to ignite my love for you. And while you give the entire world a romance novel, you give to me a tale of horror.

Is this because I recognize your flamboyant escapades for what they really are, lies and deceptions? I see through your escapades as you dance in to claim your time with a pretentious performance. You have richly clothed yourself in luxurious capes of color adorning them with precious flecks of gold swirling them about you as you steal the stage. But, your performance is merely a mask of beauty, an enchantment to hide your true form and purpose. All of your wild spinning about simply a diversion while your chilling grasped hand opens to unleash rot and decay. Coldly and quietly, you pinch off the vines choking the life of growing fruit and delivering the vegetation into a state of suspension.

Yes, I hear your whispers as you swirl about in the nighttime rustling the fallen leaves. You pretend to be lovely, but you simply remain a herald of death.

Take back your gifts; this girl is not impressed.