Weekend Writing Prompt #26 – Wishes

[Posted a little earlier than usual I know, but I’m away this weekend…]

A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  Use the prompts separately or together.  It’s up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

 Wishes

Photo Prompt

 

Challenge

The challenges this week are all about brevity:

Prose Challenge – Tell us a story about “three wishes” in 200 words.

Poetry Challenge – Write a cinquain on the theme of wishes.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!

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33 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #26 – Wishes

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  2. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Hoping all’s well.

    ~ Wishes ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    What began as a wish concluded in a dream,
    One centred on a vision like none ever seen.
    I’m sat on a Star with my Rosy Red Queen,
    Her sensual voice in my mind whispering
    Scarlet feathered quill in my hand fluttering.
    ~*~

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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      • Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

        Belated Happy Halloween! How was your haunted witching hour? 🙂 How was your week? All cool for school, I hope.

        Thank you for enjoying the poem. It has indeed been a wonderful week that began with a wish here on Saturday and ended with a dream. last night..the dream of a caterpillar inside the chrysalis 🙂

        I’m looking forward to Saturday’s Challenge. I’m wondering what is this week’s prompt?

        God Bless. Namaste 🙂

        DN

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      • Hey Dewin,

        How are you? My Halloween was fangtastic, thank you 😀 And yours? This year, I had a go at making soul cakes which was fun. They’re a cross between a cake and biscuit (and taste like Welsh cakes). During the Middle Ages they were handed out to those who went “souling” in return for saying prayers for the dead.

        I’m so glad you’ve had a great week. You sound like you’re grinning like the Cheshire Cat 😀 Was the dream literal or metaphorical? Either way, very cool. I’ve always wondered at the natural magic, the miracle, that goes on inside a chrysalis 🙂

        As for tomorrow’s prompt, I still have no idea what it will be yet…lol

        Brightest Blessings, always 🙂

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      • Hey Sammi 🙂

        Fangtastic! lol 😀 Awesome. Did you dress up this year whilst baking soul cakes with soul flour soulfully? And did you get to hand any out to ‘trick or treaters?’ 🙂 I like the story behind the cakes…they are certainly not a cake I have heard of before: they do indeed sound rather tasty, but then all of the cakes you describe and bake make my mouth water.

        I don’t get Halloween callers on the third floor, but one never knows on Halloween quite what to expect. I wandered into Greggs on the way to work that morning only to do a double take at the blood-splattered nun serving hot sausage rolls at the checkout! 🙂 I like the fun element in people on Halloween and also the jokes and the food…there is always so much sugar 🙂 At work many dressed up and decorated their sections….we even had the Pillsbury Boy and The Ghostbusters zap their way through the office. It was great! lol 🙂

        Was the dream literal or metaphorical? Hmm is there supposed to be a difference between the two? 🙂

        I wrote this poem last night. Not sure it’s finished per se, but certainly getting there.

        ~ Chrysalis ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

        If you do go down to the Woods today,
        You’ll be in for quite a surprise,
        For every Caterpillar that crawls and slides
        Is gathered together for one last ride
        For one last ride before transcending!
        ~
        On one last glide before ascending
        Ascending never-ending on a stairway of gold
        To a room on the top floor with a crystal dome
        A panoramic view and a gilded red throne
        And space to breathe in a world of your own.
        As you liquefy your flesh sinew and bone
        Reducing down to a point close to gone
        But for one thought for one heartbeat per day
        And a permeable membrane, an open airway.
        But for the chemicals contained in the gut
        The Caterpillar who crawled in would be in a rut,
        Would stop transforming to crystallise instead
        Drowning in the process of being chemically wed,
        Never led by Regeneration from primordial soup,
        The last hurdle to cross last barrier last hoop
        To survive before release from gelatinous gloop,
        Drying in the Sun beneath a lazy bough stoop,
        Emergence in the Spring with rising roots
        And Shoots and Flutes and Chantilly Lace,
        When Mother Nature paints her face
        With the colours of her Goddess’s Grace.
        Make haste become the Silver Dark Moth,
        Shaman, Guide, Anubis, Thoth.
        Moonlight Flier, Demi God, Wroth,
        Midnight Poet cutting silken cloth
        With a blade tailor-made for felling fiends
        A Caduceus of Truth for differentiating
        Fact from fiction and truth from dreaming
        In the fabric of everyone’s mind!
        Fly high fast Herald fly higher than high,
        Reach out golden feathers to soar the sky,
        There is No End and No Beginning in how far you’ll fly!
        ~
        New wings of gold with a deep silver sheen,
        With dash and flare and self-discipline
        Shall you rise to kneel before the Red Queen
        Will you feel her sword gently tapping
        Shoulder to shoulder shall your colours ever bolder
        Grow bolder and bolder until you smoulder in Red,
        When led by a Goddess, a Maiden, a Crone
        To your rightful place upon the Wizard’s throne, and
        Carve deep into your Earthen bone, a title of your very own.
        One honoured to serve a Land you get to call home
        Tis Wales that you dream of and eternally roam.
        Thrown clear of the chrysalis trading limbs for wings
        And structure for freedom, hear how she sings,
        When you rise as Merlin, Lord of Enchanting,
        Charming chastising Magus without a frown,
        Wizard and Seer Knight of the Crown,
        Dark Destroyer and Flier, Psyche of Sight and Sound,
        The quicksilver in lightening, the thought buzzing around!
        Lord of the Fleur-de-Lys, The Golden Alchemist
        Sorcerer of Night and Herald of World Peace.
        ~*~

        lol 🙂 The poem’s a bit long-winded, and needs a bit of work…tis a poem in progress 🙂

        I am indeed looking forward to tomorrow’s challenge. I like waiting in anticipation feeling the adrenaline rising in the quill lol 🙂

        Thanks for the challenge Sammi. Enjoy your evening, take care of you and the grimalkins.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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      • Love it! Love it! Love it! This has to be one of my favourite of your poems. There are so many lines I could quote and say are fantastic / wonderful / amazing. The imagery and symbolism too are vivid and stunning.

        So, one question…when are you going to publish a book of poetry?

        No, I didn’t dress up for Halloween, but I love seeing other peoples costumes. Some of them go to such effort. Neither did I hand out any soul cakes at the door. I only came across them myself a few weeks ago. I took a photo of them but haven’t got round to posting on the blog yet.

        “Was the dream literal or metaphorical? Hmm is there supposed to be a difference between the two?” Interesting thought, probably not if you’re living a dream, at which point the literal and metaphorical intersect and they are one and the same…

        Have a great evening, Dewin. Brightest Blessings!

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      • Hey Sammi C, Lady drizzling fairy dust upon my commentary 🙂

        Thank you for the sweetness of your three Loves 🙂 It is an especially rare and flavoursome ingredient only you could bake into the taste of a respondent’s cake. Words like fantastic, wonderful, amazing…each a spoonful of syrup to help the poem go down 🙂 lol

        You didn’t dress up? How disappointing…then that wasn’t you silhouetting the silvery Moon and surveying your Realm sat side-saddle upon your Broomstick?

        You’ve taken a photo of your cakes? 😉 Excellent, another saccharine tease. I’m already salivating like a hungry dog 🙂

        Living the dream! Oh yes indeed, what a phrase that is! 🙂 Aren’t we all living the dream just by being alive? Or are we here to live the dream that inspired us to arrive here in the first place?

        And you too Sammi C, have a wonderful evening. Sweet dreams for when you get to Zzzzzzz. Hugs for the G’s 🙂

        Nos da. Namaste 🙂

        DN

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  5. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Another entry.

    Time-clock fairy come wish with me,
    Grant me one prayer generously,
    Vanquish all who behave wickedly,
    Trash liars deceivers crush perfidy,
    Open eyes of the blind who cannot see.
    ~*~

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  6. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Another entry.

    Dandelion Dandelion would you fly far away,
    If not for the wind blowing this day?
    If not for Nature who made you this way?
    If not for the wish you make when you pray,
    Dandelion Dandelion teach me flight of the Fey.
    ~*~

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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      • Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

        Wishing wishes is a day long business, one can’t hurry the process so I had to pop back a couple of times. I hope you didn’t mind…you left a kind comment for all three and a smile for each as well. 3 smiles works for me 🙂

        I think everyone seemed to enjoy the prompt this week. The word ‘wish’ has the mind stretching every which way trying to fashion a response. Those sort of words are the ones that live with you for a few hours keeping you thinking and dreaming, or is it dreaming and thinking, I can never tell 🙂

        Have you made wishes Sammi? If so, what were they?

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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      • You certainly can’t rush wishes or you’ll mess with the magic 🙂

        You could post fifty poems and I wouldn’t mind lol. (The question is, should that be your personal challenge? To write 50 poems in a day in response to the weekly prompt…or would that be too cruel? lol)

        I always dream before I think 🙂

        Aren’t wishes supposed to be secret? If I tell you they might never come true…(this conversation is starting to give me an idea for a fairy tale! lol)

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      • Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

        Indeed, the pleasure of wishes lies not in receiving them but in dreaming and deciding upon what to wish for 🙂

        lol 😀 Thank you for not minding. I like coming here and scribbling away. 50 poems in one day!? Good grief Charlie Brown, that is a tall order. 50 poems in 24 hours…2 poems per hour. That’s a tall order, perhaps even a little cruel to beat a dog so hard lol 😦 Defo tough going on the brain…it’d take an awful lot of sugar to do that lol 🙂 Or a whole shed of cakes 😀 Empty promises just wouldn’t do, and to be honest you keep teasing, keep promising and have continued to cry ‘wolf’ way to many times for my liking to be fooled into writing 50 poems, thank you lol 🙂

        ‘I always dream before I think.’ Hmm.

        All your wishes will always be secret with me. Who knows, perhaps the old wives tale is wrong, and if you share your secrets with me, maybe they will come true? 🙂

        An idea for a Fairy Tale you say? Where? 🙂

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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