Endless Horizons

 

The horizon stretched on

No end in sight

No pause for rest

Endlessly expanding

Tirelessly discovering

Moving quickly over ground just covered

In search of new ground to conquer and claim

*

On and on

Into the distance it reached

And on and on

It continued to grasp

*

I wished that it would stop

Just for a moment

In peaceful stillness

*

But instead, the horizon

Keeps moving

It won’t be still

It won’t be content


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon | Word Count: 74

I’ve seen other writers turn their prose into poems but this is the first time I’ve tried it myself, and must say, not only was it a fun and interesting exercise, I don’t think the poem is half bad either – for a first attempt 😉  I will be certainly trying this again.

The original piece of prose, Horizon, a 120 word flash fiction, was published on this site in April 2016 and can be found here.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is 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

Horizon

Challenge

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

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


Weekend Writing Prompt Year 1 Anthology – Read for free here

 

Through the mist…

I woke up on Tuesday morning to find my village swathed in a blanket of mist, and, recalling that one of the picoftheweek2019 prompts for the Photo Challenge hosted by Of Maria Antonia is mist / clouds, I waited for it to get light enough and then duly went outside, camera in hand to try and capture the ethereal veil…

A note about my responses for the challenge: The photos I post will be a mix of old and new.  I’ve taken so many photos over the years, it will be nice to give a handful of them a purpose, but I also look forward to taking my camera out and snapping new ones too.

I’m quite pleased with this photo. You can see the mist, though it’s not come out as dense as it was in reality, but there are other things that draw the eye too.  In the foreground there are the branches of a wild / dog rose, with a numbered of withered dark red rosehips still clinging on, whilst on the left and further away from the camera are the branches of a crab apple, on which you can just make out silver jewel-like dewdrops. (Just a little further left and out of shot, a blue tit was singing merrily – I did manage to get a photo and will share it here in due course, if I can find a prompt that works with it) And finally, that thick layer of moss carpeting the roof looks soft enough to sit on.  If it wasn’t such a dreary-looking snap, I would say everything about it was magical…

Week 5 – Mist / Clouds

Taken: February 2019

 

At The Gates of The Otherworld

This is Part 13 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


‘You don’t believe me, do you?’ Arastia’s voice was soft.

The truth was, I didn’t know what to believe. ‘I’ve been in prison for ten years, Arastia, and you wait until now to tell me I’m a father…’ My tone was heavy with suspicion. ‘Why would I trust anything you say?’

‘I don’t blame you, Lyr. Enchant me. Then you’ll know the truth.’

I should have said no when she said that. But I didn’t. I enchanted her and learned the truth for myself. I saw my son.

‘Come.’ I started to walk away. She followed in silence. Out of the palace and across the island we went, only stopping when we could go no further.

The barrier before us was solid rock. Two stone-hewn towers flanked the only breach in it; a river channel that quickly disappeared into the darkness of a cave.

‘Call The Boatman, Arastia. We have need of him.’


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #13 – I’ve gone over the word count this week but by only three words.  Must try harder next week 🙂

Father Figure

This is Part 12 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


Arastia was quietly sobbing as she led me back to the palace. My instinct was to comfort her, but I held off, waiting to see if this was just another ploy to manipulate me.

The palace was cold, dark and devoid of people. The cavernous rooms echoed with the sound of our movements.

Suddenly my wife stopped before a statue. It was ancient and towered high into the air. A inscription read, “Ur*, The King of Kya-Shar, Lord of The Island of In-Between”.  The Bull.

The figure was intimidating, even when cut from stone. I had met him on two occasions only. He was Arastia’s father.

‘His magic is failing,’ she whispered. ‘His wanes, while mine grows. He blames me. And somehow I must…fix it.’

‘What does that have to do with me?’

‘I wasn’t lying when I said I need your help. He has taken my son, Lyr…Our son.’

~ ~ ~

* “Ur” is the name of a rune in the Elder Futhark (a runic scripts) and means “aurochs”, a now extinct breed of very big cattle, or “wild ox”


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #12 – This week the story is dead on the word limit of 150…

Wool-Gathering with the Seven of Cups

She was never here.  Never present.  Always lost in daydreams, a far-off look in her eye.

She had so much, but couldn’t see it.  She was too attached to her illusions.

Without them, she was nothing…


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt # 92 – Wool-Gathering | Word count: 36

Note: The Seven of Cups from the Tarot is often associated with daydreams and having unrealistic expectations from life, and corresponds perfectly with the word, “wool-gathering”, I think 🙂

Weekend Writing Prompt #92 – Wool-Gathering

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is 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

Wool-Gathering

Challenge

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

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


Weekend Writing Prompt Year 1 Anthology – Read for free here