Twitter/Facebook Prompt Week
Tuesday Prompts
Today I had an appointment in Vancouver. By the time I arrived back home, eight prompts awaited me. Thank you to all who participated today! These varied prompts took me in many directions, not all of which correlate in any way with today’s image.
Self
Lessa felt like a drunk, staggering through life, winding in and out of trouble. It seemed no matter what she did, she couldn’t straighten herself out.
Then Bobbi had come along. They had seen the signs. They understood. Lessa discovered he was really Luke, and the world fell into place.
Twitter prompt from Karol via @imagestoby: winding, in, out
Faux Fox
Abandoned on a roadside, Fluffy ended up a barn cat, too small to fend for herself. She imagined herself a fox, chasing geese, her tormentors fleeing before her, scattered by her fierce demeanor.
The farmer, not fooled, scooped her up, bringing her inside to a warm bed and full dish.
Twitter prompt from Shirley via @imagestoby: fox, geese, fluffy
Burn
Max’s pursuers thought themselves in control, unaware he was leading them to their deaths.
His orders were to bring them in, and that had been his plan until he had heard them boasting about their “conquests.”
Max would burn for his divergence, but he would see true justice done first.
Twitter prompt from @JaredDryden: control, leading, divergence
Flying
Meryl watched the eagle’s erratic flight in a hushed awe. As the great bird plunged toward its unseen prey, the six-year-old did her best to mimic its winding path, snaking through the fresh-fallen snow.
Mom, looking up from shoveling, asked, “What are you doing?”
“Hunting,” Meryl shouted, flapping her wings.
Twitter prompt from @ChristyKimmerly: winding, hushed, flight
Morning Snow
Kwan looked out on the vast expanse of new-fallen snow. Her father always said, with a solemn air, that the undisturbed blanket felt peaceful, especially at dawn.
“Ready kids?” she asked, eyes fixed on the challenge before her.
She charged into the whiteness, scooping a handful for the first snowball.
Facebook prompt from Sherry Smith: vast, solemn, peaceful
Lenny’s Why
Some days Lenny’s search and rescue work left her numb and defeated, failure dogging her steps as she trudged home, weighed down by another lost life.
Today was not that day. She let out a triumphant holler as Lightning, her patrol partner bolted from her side toward the lost girl.
Facebook prompt from Barb Long: lost, home, patrol
Clarity
In the predawn stillness, Amber found a moment of clarity, admitting she had lost her path. Through years of caring for others, she had forgotten her dreams, discarding them one by one, like litter scattered across life’s highway.
Promising herself she would find her way again, Amber discovered new hope.
Facebook prompt from Laura Gannon: stillness, path, hope
Apprehension
Gina kept her eyes on the horizon, cutting a zigzag path through the snow. Normally, she loved her frosty trek to the roadside mailbox. Today, she delayed, expecting an eviction notice from her landlord’s heirs.
Smiling through her tears, Gina read the will: Geordie had left the farm to her!
Facebook prompt from Kimberly S Smyth: frosty, zigzag, horizon
Thanks again for the wonderful prompt words! I never know when I start out exactly where they’ll take me. I hope you find something in these stories to think about, or to bring a smile to your face. Please leave a comment, and, if you like what you see, share and subscribe to my newsletter (if you aren’t already signed up).
The word prompts I chose for my story were based on a memory, and family story. When I was six years old, I was lost in a snowstorm. A windy whiteout. The search party consisted of neighbours,farmers, and my teacher. I had failed to return home after school. We lived in rural Ontario where I attended a one room school. My mother’s cousin found me heading in the wrong direction. I still remember him picking me up, saying let’s go home. Dascha, your story was perfect. Thanks.
Good work, as usual.