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Entries in Writing Exercises (5)

Saturday
Jun092012

Painting Stories #18

 

 

                                   What I got:

You follow her through the crowd. There are beads under your feet that snap and shoot out across the pavement with each step. They fly over your head and slap you on the cheek, but you do not care, will not let your eyes leave the woman’s black hair and the miniature, red top hat cushioned in her stiff curls as she navigates under awnings and arches. She reminds you of a wasp buzzing in between the clotted masses, surfing around tongue-locked couples and dizzy walking travelers. You think she is, perhaps, as dangerous as that creature, seeking out prey, juicy morsels to penetrate, but at that moment, you see only the freedom she offers.

Sunday
Feb122012

Painting Stories #16


What I got:

Science birthed the flying vessels, the supremacy of ships and weapon that would maim, would kill all those who opposed him. His brothers and sisters had sent Lorelei to betray him, to steal away his power, his magics and those of all loyal to him. But, they had not considered his influence. They had not remembered his cleverness and, over time, he’d brought forth to his city, the steam engine, the canon, great machines of warfare and violence. Soon, he would have them, he would regain his strength and destroy those who had weakened him. The battle brimmed over the horizon, bubbling with the hope of destruction, but first, he would have Lorelei returned to him.

Saturday
Dec312011

Painting Stories #14


What I got:

Its fingertips rest on her forehead, leaving a thin imprint and the memories emerge. Greedy for her thoughts, for the recall of moments that are the crux of the girl, It noshes and tears through childhood- smiling at the sound of a leg breaking, at the ache of baby teeth loosening- then invading her adolescence- the piercing sting of rejection, of awkwardness, of a body plunging onward with curves and swells into womanhood.

Saturday
Oct222011

Painting Stories #12

Finally, the muse sneaks her flighty little way back into my mind. So...what brilliant stories does the following image conjure? I'd love to hear your blurbs.


What I got:

She swam the black lake. The fight to traverse the endless waters was violent; the sharp licks of waves slapped onto her face, covered her head and filled her nose. But it was the chase that left her gasping, the flight harried by a phantom pursuer she was certain trailed her. The wind picked up, and on its breeze, there came the whisper of his name, her captor, breathing against her wet skin. Ludas, it cried,a weak moan of dying struggle, the wheezing echo of his lost power.

Photo courtesy of this place.

*I hate code and it hates me. No clue why the formatting is all wonky in this post. Apologies*

Monday
Aug082011

Painting Stories #9


What I got:
In the distant implosions of superclusters teemed with light and darkness, stars died and were reborn in the snowing dust of new galaxies and the debris of supernovae. Never had she imagined that space and time could coexist as it did here. There were flashes all around them, worlds she could not name or clearly identify.

Photo courtesy of this place.