This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are just practice. Practice makes perfect.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
Hector shifted the pack he carried over one shoulder as he walked. He was northbound, in search of a better life. He whistled to himself as he made his way up the dusty shoulder of a narrow two-lane highway, but he slowed when he noticed the ruckus ahead. Cars were pulled to the side of the road and parked willy-nilly; blocking his dirt and gravel pathway. A crowd was gathered and there was a hum of conversation. It was all still too far away for him to make out distinct words but the colourful buzz of folks talking to, for, and over one another. They all seemed to be looking to the east, towards the sunrise. Some of them were pointing, some were quite animated, while others were still – almost stoic in their contemplation.
Hector couldn’t yet see what they were seeing. The land sloped away.
When he got closer he surveyed a field of bright colours. Pinks and reds, like the sunrise. Oranges and yellows, like the sunset over the Pacific. Brilliant fields of flowers stretched to the east as far as he could see. This was a magnificent valley. Hector smiled to himself. He thought he should be able to find work here. He knew the earth, he understood the soil, he was home.
This week’s prompts are:
- In the middle of the kitchen floor
- that’s what Saturdays are for
- just me and these streetlights
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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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Write something big, Write something small,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
I have never seen a field of cultivated flowers. Your piece makes me want to.
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They grow tulips down by San Diego, not as many as they used to do. I got to run a marathon down there once. It was beautiful.
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A field of wild flowers can be just as amazing. Like after a long dry spell when rain awakens the seeds that wait for just the right combination of water and sun…
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I went a tad dreamy for a city park with: From a Victorian Gentleman’s Diary
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Tulip Season in the Skagit Valley in Washington. Nice story.
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That’s right, Ted. I’d forgotten about Skagit Valley.
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I’ve seen them many times on the back road to Seattle near Mt Vernon. Quite something to see.
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Ugh! I just couldn’t help myself……
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Sometimes you just gotta put it on paper, press the publish button, and then laugh about it – celebrate it.
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