Dave is usually assiduous when it comes to the new car he got for his birthday but his behavior today was so undignified, loudly bragging about the vehicle’s horsepower and how fast he drives to work. He must’ve forgotten about the icy roads when he drove off at such ridiculously high speeds and slid across the road. It looked bad from my point of view and I’ll confer with him tomorrow but hopefully the trauma of spinning out is enough to slow him down from now on.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenged us to use the above photo as inspiration to write a poem or short story. Alternatively we can take this opportunity to showcase our work.
Just couldn’t pass up the chance to share the same beautiful view, one from nearly the same perspective. Either my son or I took these pictures in November 2014.
There they were in vivid illustration, all of Diana’s transgressions of the night before revealing where she’d gone; who she’d been with; what they’d done and how. Most was left to the imagination but censorship didn’t have a blackout big enough to conceal the lady of the night. Suddenly Diana’s talents thrust her into another genre of adult entertainment, where she gained instant celebrity status. Let’s just call her undercover affair “Operation Diana” because as the photos made apparent, she had a waiting room full of impatient men eager to see the candy-stripper.
Banging on the door continued and when Diana looked, all she could see was the paparazzi’s cameras shining dim red lights outside her window. Through the peephole she saw her publicist’s angry face, as he released each blow to the door. He wasn’t happy and didn’t pretend to understand the bad dealings in Diana’s life, but he knew it would take a lot of planning to clean up her image. Diana may have been a pop superstar but all she could do now is sing the blues.
Fast-forward three days later when Diana finally emerges from the shadows. She had been coping with her shame in seclusion but now was time to start picking up the pieces of her shattered life. As the regret of her downfall continued to gnaw at her, Diana needed an escape and fast. She quickly threw on her dress from that fateful night and tried to make a clean break but before sneaking out the back door once again, Diana emailed a somewhat cryptic letter for her publicist to leak to the press. It simply read:
Do you like reading posts written for prompts? If so, what kind?
When you publish a piece in answer to a prompt, do you read entries by other bloggers? If so, do you read them before or after you have written your own?
Do you like reading posts written for prompts? If so, what kind ?
I genuinely enjoy reading posts written for prompts, especially those containing poetry because they teach me new and [most times] challenging forms. I wish I could read all of them but it’s difficult to find time to dedicate to doing so. Since I’m not very good at interpreting photo prompts, I just glance at those to get another blogger’s perspective, which I usually find interesting and something I wouldn’t have ever thought of myself.
When you publish a piece in answer to a prompt, do you read entries by other bloggers? If so, do you read them before or after you have written your own?
When I publish a blog in response to a prompt, I make certain to read other responses after I post. I like to keep my mind free to wander into it’s own creative land rather than be guided by someone else. The funny thing is, I’ll sometimes come across another’s blog post that is similar to mine and think “oh gosh, they’re going to think I copied their idea,” which often tempts me to change mine but there’s really no reason, since I know the thoughts I expressed were original to me when I wrote them.
The frustrating thing is, I read most posts on my mobile and this strange WordPress bug prevents me from registering a “Like” on some of them, so the blogger is unaware someone else found their work interesting. Times like now, when I’m able to login on my laptop, I revisit the original prompt page and like as many of those response posts as I can find.
Don't Forget the Half 