Secret Door

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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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Butterfly Love

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Suggested prompt...

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On his blog C. John writes of this photo...

A female Common Blue with a male flying in

in the hope of having his wicked way with her.

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Offer a poem of butterfly love or maybe his poem to her.

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Awe, your beauty asstounds me
Your colors
The way your move
I want to come closer
I want to be near you
To feel the air's movement around you
To feel your slight warmth
To hear your sweet breath

Awe, my love
You are everything to me
The joy you bring swells within my breast
And I am overcome
Please turn to me
Please hold my heart
Put me out of my longing, this miserable yearning

Awe, my love
You make my soul fly
It soars above us, as we nestle here in the grass together
It leaps amongst the clouds
And lands amongst the sun
My sweet

My butterfly

Dani

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The Line Up

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Suggested prompt...
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Use this wonderful photograph in any creative way you are inspired for today's writing.

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It gets boring on the ranch for us cows. Bert, a Herford-Angus from the North pasture, a real kidder, wanted to give us cows something to look forward to.

We've been working hard over the past year, in all kinds of weather. If you were watching us on video right now, you'd see how nervous we are.

Welcome to the First Annual Winklebean Ranch Rockettes!

(applause)

June Freaking Cleaver



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Ringing

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The phone is ringing... answer it and tell the story with one side of the conversation.

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Um... hello?

No, you've got the wrong number I think.

I have no idea to be honest...

No no, this is a telephone booth.

No - Y-yeah, American.. yeah...

Uh well, lots of grass and some sheep and uh...

-well, we were trying to get to a friend's place so we took a bus and they said this was their last stop...

Yeah, I know... I'm sorry, who is this?

Hello?

Oh Charlie! You ass!! When did you learn to do such a good accent?! Come get us!!!

Cynthia


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W - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

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W for wealth... write of money today in any creative way you wish.

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On Not Giving Money to the Homeless

He said, you don’t know what it’s like to be black.
He asked us why we were scared. Why we were
jumpy. We weren’t jumpy. He
was paranoid. All this outside Trinity

Cathedral, where he probably
slept on the front steps if it wasn’t raining.
He was wearing blue scrubs, said he
needed money for coffee.

How many people do you think have already
said to him, “I honestly don’t have any money” ?
I honestly didn’t. What happened to him? Was
he just lazy? Was

he still ashamed to ask for other people’s money?
Or was he numb, mentally
calloused? Am I the cause of his shame?
By looking sideways at him, do I make

his burden worse? We walked away, although
my friend, a little more
innocent than I, looked back,
as if by listening she could save him.
But she didn’t know that we
aren’t supposed to look back, to see that he

cannot be saved.

Kate

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Gargoyle

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He has seen quite a bit up there... tell me one of his stories.

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“You know, everybody thinks there's lots of exciting things to see up on a building, but really there's not. I mean, people walk by, sure, but after the first week or so, maybe the first year, you've really seen it all. Everything after that is just variations on the same behavior. People really aren't that interesting. But they're better than the pigeons.” He paused to take a swallow of beer.

The bartender nodded sympathetically as he polished a glass. “Tell me about it, brother.”

“Well, I will tell you about it. The pigeons just eat and sleep, and when they're not doing that, they're making droppings on my head. At least people don't do that.” He paused again. The bartender bent down for another glass. “But there was this one time.”

This time, the pause was expectant. The bartender looked up. This was different. The gargoyle came in about once a week, when the bar was empty, always moaning about the boring life up on the corner of the church. Not once had he ever hinted at something odd he had seen. Maybe it was the extra beer he had had tonight. The gargoyle seemed satisfied with the bartender's response, and continued.

“Yeah, one night I was sitting up there, and all of a sudden the manhole cover in the middle of the street started clanking and then it lifted up. I could see hands holding it up, and a man's head appeared underneath. I heard, 'Ah, no, man, this ain't the bank.' The head disappeared, and the cover clanked down, and in the morning the bank was all in an uproar. All the money had been stolen from the vault in the night, and there was no trace of the theives. I've never seen anything like it before or since.” He lifted his mug and drained the beer. He stood up. “I better get back before morning. Thanks, pal.” He turned to the door of the bar.

“Wait!” The bartender had never stopped the gargoyle before, but he had to know.

The gargoyle turned back in the doorway. “Yes?” Somehow it had an ominous sound, and the bartender wondered if this was such a good idea. He asked his question anyway.

“Why didn't you report what you'd seen?”

The gargoyle laughed. “Me? Report it? Who would listen? No one thinks I'm alive besides you. You're the only one in the whole town, and I'm lucky you take payment for beer in dead pigeons. Me? Report it?” He went out the door, chuckling.

~ morganna

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Rabbit

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One of my favorite books as a young reader was Watership Down.

Write a story of rabbits today... keep them wild or tame... but get creative.

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"Listen, I just have to tell you what I heard while I was coming out the tunnel."

"Oh? Who? What? Tell all, now, I am agog!"

Well, you know that young cottontail that showed up last week? She has been flirting her tail around at all the males and she enticed young Buckrabbit to make a raid on the McGregor Patch."

"No! and then what happened?"

"Well, you'd hardly believe it if I told you but, ..........

~ healingmagichands

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New Year of the Ox

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Take a look at all the traditions, superstitions and rituals of

the Chinese New Year. Chose some aspect of it and include it in your writing.

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Firecrackers are said to ward off ghosts
The gentle pop pop pop of the powder
and the spark
and the flare
And they flutter
fade
scared

Personally, I find this all so unfair.
If a ghost wants to celebrate the new year,
who am I to say no?

~ Sarah

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Sunrise

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Write of a sunrise.

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I find it fascinating that no matter what culture, country, ethnicity, faith, heritage we hail from...no matter where we are on the planet...A sunrise always signifies Beginnings, a chance to make good our transgressions, a clean slate. A phenomenon that we can all share in...no matter who and where we are.

~ Dan Felstead

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I - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

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I is for Insect

A bit of writing celebrating all things creepy & crawly.

Ode to a lady bug... story of an inchworm... poem for a centipede,

be creative and open to many legged possibilities.

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Butterflies
Flutterbies
Birds better beware

Sun blockers
Shadow makers
On grass and on smooth shiny hair

Monarchs to moths
Have wings that are soft
And fall like gold dust in the air.

Flying machines
And pretty colored things
Real and fantastic and fair.

~ I.N.Kwell


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Story in the Clouds

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Suggested prompt...

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Stop and look up at the clouds,

there is writing there. Share how you are inspired.

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Riley stared acoss the open water. The quiet breeze filled his lungs with the damp tang of salt and minerals. Blinking, he tried to rid his eyes of the grit and salt collecting in the corners, most of which had come from tears.

His breathed hitched. Tears. He was nearly empty, his face convulsing as the thought of her so far away wrapped his mind in a blanket of white pain. Nothing came, except two small drops that evaporated quickly in the air.

He lifted his head up, staring off into the long distance between the shocking white of the clouds. They billowed slowly, rolling, coiling: liquids of different densities dancing with one another in the silent dance of phase changes.

A cormorant soared overhead, searching for fish in the bay. Flight. Riley shook his head. There wasn't much time. The last flight out for the next week would be leaving within the hour. He waved to the bird and turned, running to his car, calculating the time and distance to salvation.

Behind him, the clouds continued their quiet pas de deux, slowly disappearing into a haze of azure memories.

~ Irish Gumbo

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Post a Letter

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Write a letter to your young self.

Offer advice, an anecdote, anything you want to say to you.

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To my 16 year old self...
Dear Erin-
After four decades I feel that I have the right to say what I know you were thinking back then, but couldn't bring yourself to believe it. (Quit rolling your eyes, young lady!)

You will find the love of your life, but not in some faraway place. He will be right under your nose, practically in your backyard, even though you don't believe it could be possible with all the clods you go to school with. And he will love you more completely than you could ever have thought possible. He will treat you with respect and care and will bring you much happiness. Just be open to the possibilities all around you.

Don't let others tell you that your interests are wrong. Go with your gut. Take those art classes you want to take, jump up on stage and start singing your heart out. I know you are waiting and hoping that someone will take you by the hand and lead you there and tell you that they have been waiting for you all along to share your gifts with the world. That just ain't gonna happne, girl! You need to believe in yourself enough to be your own best cheerleader. Don't waste another minute! At 40, I have finally found where my path in life was leading...if I had just had the confidence at 16 that I do now, there is now telling where I would be now! But I know that there is no where else to go but up and you are laying the foundation back in 1984. Make it strong.

Trust yourself.
Believe you are made for bringing light and joy to those around you.
You are not alone, your life is not lived in vain, and there are so many people who will come to be inspired and hopeful because you are in their lives.
Believe that there is a greater calling to your life and that you are meant to live it.
This is not some hooey I am telling you, I've been there. I am living it!

Love, Me (gray hair, wrinkles and all)

~ TesoriTrovati

It was very hard to pick one piece for today's front page. All the offerings for this prompt were excellent. ~ Laura Jayne

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Mr. Slug's Adventure

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Write something from Mr. Slug's POV.

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While doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Mrs. Slug received a call on her slugphone. (The bubbling sound you hear is just the newest ringtone from the hot new band "Goo me right.")

Mr. Slug asked Mrs. Slug, "Whats for dinner?"

Mrs. Slug replied, "If you don't let me off this phone, it's gonna be either McSluggles or PizzaSlug."

Mr. Slug was silent for a moment. He could sense the shopping fatigue in Mrs. Slug's voice. He took a deep breath, wiggled his tail and said, "Don't worry honey, I'll just stop by the taco place and pick up a couple of leaf burritos."

~ babbler

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Yes Dear

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This couple has been together for many, many, many years,
what is it they are discussing today?

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"So, the bet is that the one who poops dead center on the most bald guys' heads gets the herring, right?"

~ Hedgie

(All the offerings on today's post were wonderfully fun. But Hedgie's was right on (ok, can't help myself) target ~ LJ)

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