This blog is for all who desire to create with words and images.
You are encouraged to participate in any way that is meaningful to you.

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All prompts beneath the photos are only suggestions.
You are free to use the photo to be inspired to write any way you desire.
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There is no deadline on posting,
you may offer your writing to any prompt anytime.
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Write and you are a writer.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Just a Weed?

Photo by Jessica
Visit Jessica's 365 Day Photo Project Blog
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Suggested Prompt...
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Write a poem for a dandelion.
I have always thought they are more than just a weed.

Monday, September 28, 2009

At the Bar

Art by Stephanie Taylor
For more of her art and creativity visit -
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Suggest prompt...
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Use this art to inspire your writing today.
Imagine a scene at a crowded bar and spin that into a story.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Metamorphosis


These wonderful photographs are by Kim Martin
Visit her at -
Google Profile - http://www.google.com/profiles/SciFyGirl
Orbitgal Creations (my portfolio) - http://orbitgal.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Use these images to get creative today,
the idea of metamorphosis literally or figuratively today.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Safe Landing

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Suggested prompt...
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Write from the perspective of one of these skydivers
a story or perhaps an inner dialog.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Friday Night Lights

Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
ETSY Shop: Wood and Pixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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Offer a memory from a high school football game.
(Or another sport if you are not American.)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Boy


Photo by Basir Seerat
visit Basir's photo blog at
http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Give this boy a story.


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The street is not silent but for his pounding heart, slapping feet, and spinning tire. There are other noises: distant car engines rumble; horns scream point and counterpoint; air force planes roar overhead; and somewhere close by a couple is arguing.

But he hears only three things: his heart, his feet, and his tire. They consume his reality, shoving all else to the side, discarding it as unimportant.

The only thing that matters is getting his prize home before they find him.

He does not turn his head at the sudden shout behind him. He does not feel the struggle of his heart and legs to keep him moving.

Only home matters. He will be safe there. His prize will be secure there.

But then he reaches his street and as he turns to cover the final fifty feet to his front door he sees them waiting for him. He skids to a halt but the tire continues on its way, wobbling on unsteady rubber before collapsing midway between him and them.

He pauses in the midst of silent, swirling dust. They stare at him with no expression. Then smiles creep onto each scarred, dirty face, one by one.

And then they raise their guns and the silence is no more.

Marc

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Looking Out

Photo by Kane Hsieh
Visit his blog - Crimson-G-B
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Suggested prompt...
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Use this image to inspire your writing in any creative way you are moved to today.



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I feel so alone
Looking out at the world
No one could truly love me
I've been told all my life
What I am is so wrong
How could anyone possibly see

It is not a choice
There is not a chance
For me to happily be free
I am only what I am, you see
I can be nothing else
But little ol' "unnatural" me

I look out at the world
I feel so alone
For no one can see me for me
Those ones down the street
At the church building- no
Neither the ones in my
Very own home

I am so alone
Looking out at the world
I see no one really loves me
For I long for those unlike myself
I long for those
...just like me

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I feel I may need explanation for this poem. I personally know and love some wonderful people that are outcast because of their sexuality. Whether it is religiously something I embrace or not, I embrace them as wonderful, loving, and beautiful people who need love and acceptance as much as anyone else. Please embrace those around you- don't let them feel alone!

Dani

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Challenging Path


Photo by Brett Trafford
visit his site 365 to 42
for more beautiful photographs.
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Suggested Prompt...
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Use this image to inspire your poetry today.


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It is a challenging path
This life that we live
Each step taken forward
Some back

Keeping eyes straight ahead
Stumbling rocks at our feet
Learning obstacles around us
We grow

Rest for a sweet moment
View life all about you
Sight hands reaching out for your strength
Encourage them

Sharing steps with another
Leading points from your view
Understanding new faith
Sweet release

Life’s path is inspiring
Not without care or hearts effort
Able forgiveness and love
Stand tall

At the top of the mountain
Find yourself to be true
A life worth the living
Your path


Simply Heather

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Monday, September 21, 2009

Working Farm


Photo by Simply Heather
Visit her Blog - http://simplyheathersblog.blogspot.com/
And her Photo Blog - http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Include a farm in your writing today.


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Hard work is how I learned to live my life. This is why, when I was sent to the newly built school a few miles away from the old one I had been used to, I was surprised by the other kids my age.

I couldn't understand them. I felt so outcast and yearned to be like them. Yet something else inside me knew I really didn't want that. My flannel button up shirt and worn jeans looked so faded and old next to their sleek appearances. I didn't know the names of the clothing they wore, but I knew everything had a distinct name.

If I wore something like that, it would probably only be for church. Mother would spank me silly if I wore something like that on an ordinary day. It would surely be ruined by my daily chores, and I could hear her saying, "No one should be so wasteful."

Occasionally someone would talk to me. It would seem friendly at first, but soon they would laugh at something I said that hadn't meant to be funny. Or if not, they would look at me shocked or surprised and then withdraw awkwardly.

For instance, that girl with the sleek blond curls and ruffled shirt came up and smiled at me once. She made a comment about how she wished school could be at a later time because she hated to wake up so early on weekdays. She'd gone on complaining and then stated that she couldn't wait for the weekend. As she looked at me expectantly, waiting for my reply, I hadn't known what to say.

Finally, I told her I was used to waking up much earlier, that school started a few hours after I'd usually been up at least a couple hours. I didn't realize anyone slept in so late! My mother would have walloped me for being lazy and missing breakfast.

The girl only looked at me oddly and walked away to talk to her regular friends. It felt so strange to be there among these people who had such smooth skin on their hands- hands that appeared to never have touched the ground- never been in a wrestling match with cow dogs or even got grass stains from falling.

I longed for home that day. And when I came to it, I was relieved to see the blue siding on the house, the red barn with white trim, the little red well, and oh the green, green grass. I never had looked at home with such pleasure.

The familiar scent of straw and fresh-mowed lawn was in the air and I immediately wanted to get my hands dirty. No problem at all doing that- it was time to feed the horses. As I went about my chores I though about school. I wouldn't ever make a friend at that new school. Why did our farm have to be built just inside the new district boundaries? All the other outer farms still went to my old school. The rest of the day was full and I found myself busy and able to put school out of my mind for now.

But the next morning came too soon. I woke before the sun to carry out the days duties and prepare myself for another day among the aliens to my lifestyle. Perhaps today I will find at least one person with a little dirt under their fingernails.

Dani

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Path

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer your creativity in any way you are inspired today by this delightful photograph.



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We all follow a path. Old, young, rich, poor, black, white, whole or damaged.

Whichever path we take is the right path for us, there is no other.

Sometimes we walk in brightness and light and all goes well. Sometimes we walk in shadow, and things seem hard.

In the dark times remember the light, it's still there - we need light to cause shadows. Walk onward to find the light ahead, draw strength from the light you left behind.

Whe your path runs in the light, store some up for the dark times you hit, then you'll never run out.

This path is your path, make it a good one :)

christine

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Friday, September 18, 2009

The Laundress


Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
ETSY Shop: Wood and Pixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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Write a story or poem for her.


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Elijah was killed last year in the main tent collapse. It was the worst tragedy to smite Philadelphia in years. Just like any other morning they rolled into town with the fanfare of ancient Rome. Colorful horse drawn wagons from Europe, Elephants from Africa, Indian Tigers and Elijah spinning on the flatbed wagon inviting the young and young at heart to the Greatest Show on Earth. Sarah and their young daughter was on the flatbed spinning the rope so the trapeze would swing while Elijah performed for the crowds lining Main Street.

The night of the tragedy, Sarah was ill with the fever so she and her daughter stayed away while Elijah performed.

At 8:30 that evening Sarah was stunned by the whoosh of air and screams of the crowd...as she looke outside...all she could see was splintered tent poles and in one moment of terror...she realized the devastation she saw and the realization that the crowd and the Elijah lay at the bottom underneath the white cotton grave that spread out before her like a vision. Was it the fever? Was she really seeing this?

The Circus was the only thing she and her daughter knew...the family tradition went back 2 generations. From that day forward, she and her daughter carried on the tradition in honor of Elijah.

The laundry finished just in time for the small leotard to dry for tonight's performance..."The youngest performer ever to take to the high flying trapeze" was now top billing.

Dan Felstead


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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Lazy Day


Photograph by Abby
Visit her website http://www.tenkeyspread.deviantart.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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Lay back in the grass, relax, take a deep breath
and write as you are inspired.


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here. sun.
there. water.
kids run around me,
ignoring my sudden urge
to feel the grass
tickle my skin.

I would have stayed
all day.
I would have watched
sun fall off
island's edge.

I would have seen
the Milky Way fade
into existence,
guessed which constellations
actually appear in autumn,
and which planets twinkle
and which stars shine.
I'm no astronomer.

But Joe jumped on my chest
with an innocent laugh,
and pulled me off my ground bed.
We played on the roof,
and looked for salamanders instead.

Kate


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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Secret Door


Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a story using this image.
Let you imagination get creative behind this secret door.


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It was the tiniest little door that I’d ever seen; catching my attention as I was out picking berries in the woods one day. I wanted to think nothing of it but each time I’d turn to add berries into my bucket, there it was in my view. Oh, how the curiosity took hold. No one would know that I’d stopped picking, if I only went over there for just a quick minute, right? Everyone was waiting for me to get back to the house; mom was getting the pie crust all prepared with my baby sister. I could almost taste the pie, even though I still held the berries.

For just a minute, I walked over to the door. Looking it over, I found nothing to open it with, which filled me with such an intense anxiety – I simply HAD to search for the answer. Stepping around, studying the door and the brick and the walls; I found nothing; nothing, not even a little hole that would show me what was on the other side.

Okay, I needed one more minute. They wouldn’t know if I hurried to pick the rest of the berries for a bucket full. I’d already filled it near to the top and have only been gone for a few minutes; much less time than it usually takes me, because I usually stop by the pond on the way here to catch some frogs.

I searched some more, for a few clues as to what could be behind the door; still nothing and I gave up. I turned to leave and fumbled over a large rock, stubbing my foot and falling to the ground but as I fell, I heard a creek. The door opened. I’d never jumped up so quick in all my life! Running to the door, I pushed it open to find that my curiosity had over taken reality. The other side of the door was exactly the same as where I came from. I only walked a little way around, found more berries and filled my dress with them. The bucket was left on the other side of the door. I made my way back to the opening and heard someone. It sounded like laughter, mocking almost.

“Hey! Who is that? What are you laughing at?” I asked. It continued and came closer to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this tiny little flying person coming toward me. “I, was laughing at you, you silly creature. And, those are OUR berries. They do not belong to you. That is why I laughed.”

“Who are you?” I asked. “I am the youngest breary of the Fairies”, she told me. “If you don’t leave these here, you will not go beyond this door. You will have to live here and become our servant.”

I dropped the berries fast, plunked the little fairy thingy as far as I could and booked it out that door as quick as my little legs would take me.

The moment I found myself on the other side was the moment the door shut and I could hear laughter from the other side, filling the air. I grabbed my bucket and went home to find everyone still making the pie crusts. They were shocked that I was home so quickly, and that...to my amazement, my bucket was full of berries.

Hmmmm.


Simply Heather

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Home Grown

Photo by Dani
visit her at at goldentearsofjoy.blogspot.com
and her gallery at DeviantArt ~ http://daniweewee.deviantart.com/gallery/
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Suggested prompt...
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As summer winds down, offer a poem, an ode, or story
to the glories of ripe, lush, home grown veggies.



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It is my 478th...no...my 479th day. I have seen through the missing mortar 479 sunsets and 479 sunrises. There are 74 cracks in the concrete floor...18 have shown up within the last 2 weeks. My daily walk of 280 steps....that is 20 times around the cell...keeps my mind clear. Not the walking but the counting over and over again. The spider web in the corner of the ceiling now has babies...and they are beginning to explore off the web. This is nothing new...I count them as they make their way to my rug where I sleep...then ...just before they reach the rug, I kill them...one by one.

Rice again today. I hear the television down the corridor. They don't think I can hear it...but I can and I tell everyone in the cell block the news of the war by tapping on the wooden crate. Nixon ended the war today...hold on just a bit more...keep counting...keep walking...

I miss my parents, my home town and Jill if she is still there...

It has been 479 sunsets and sunrises since I have bit into a fresh, red ripe tomato. I go through the complete process each day in my mind...holding it - just picked off the vine. Biting into it, the juice runs down my chin. The meat of the tomato has such solid texture, the slight acid catches in the back of my throat and I relish the taste...the smell...the smell only a tomato vine can give. That is the scent of home...summers in the garden when the first tomato is picked.

I must hold on a bit longer and i will again taste that tomato at home...we all will taste tomatoes...as many as we can eat. Handfuls of rice from the Hanoi Hilton do not compare to tomatoes raised in Indiana soil.

Another crack in the concrete...that makes 75...I pull out the piece of mortar and make another scratch on the wall.

Dan Felstead

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Monday, September 14, 2009

Mooring


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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a poetic description of this scene.
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Thank you all for your well wishes and concerns. There was a bit of a crisis that needed my attention and took me away from sharing with you everyday. I am back now and will be posting daily again. ~ Laura Jayne


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Sunday Service

Still and quiet
Gray fog over gray waters
Little boats spot the quiet waters
Anchored harshly to the rocks

All is quiet
No voices are heard
No faces are seen
No one is on the moor today

A slight breeze ripples the water
Edging the little empty boats
Tilting slightly, inching slowly
Back and forth

In the distance
A bell tolls


Dani


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Friday, September 4, 2009

A Day at the Beach


Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer your writing at the beach today.
A story set at the beach, a memoir about a trip as a child to the beach,
a poem for a cute lifeguard, anything your like, do get creative.


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OK kids, are you listening? Today I want you to find the colour red. Do you remember what it looks like? Remember the coral we saw this morning? With the anenomes all over? Yes, of course you do. Well, they were red.

Now, spread out, no getting in each other's way, there's no need for that. I don't want any squabbling about who did, or didn't manage it. I'll be above you, watching.

The one who gets most hits gets first choice of the fish shpper, later.

OK, ready to go? Remember, extra points if you get front and back of the same person, and you lose points if you don't hit the red.

Spread those wings. Ready, steady, fly!


christine

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Road Trip

Imagine you are on this long and winding road,
offer a story about your trip, or a poem to express the idea.
Use this in any creative way you are moved, perhaps a memoir
about a long and boring road trip from your childhood.



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The long, dusty road spun out before us
Empty land to each hand, water starved shrubs
Patterned evenly across as though dropped by
Giants making a checkerboard of desert land.

Home a distant memory though we left this
Morning, journey's end a mystery known to
Parents only. Like snails, turtles, we brought
Our home, our life, along on our travels.

morganna

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Lady in Red

Art by Tammy Vitale
Visit her website - http://www.tammyvitale.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer her story... write it in 1st person.



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I'm feeling bold today
so I wore my red dress.
Feeling so bold today-
not at all the usual mess.

I'm feeling bold today
so I painted my lips.
Feeling so bold today-
I could swing my hips.

I'm feeling bold today
so I wore a red brimmed hat.
Feeling so bold today-
alone and unguarded I sat.

I'm feeling bold today
so I stood out for all to see.
Feeling so bold today-
today I showed everyone me.

Dani

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Lighthouse

Photograph by Highlander
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Suggested prompt...
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Include a lighthouse in your writing today.



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Stand alone
You are seen.
You shine high and bright.
To send me hope
That soon the sun will rise
And I will breathe that much easier
In the morning...

For blue skies.

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