Alright, so the prompt of the day is "The Voice of/from"
The interpretation I thought of has to do with my thing from yesterday, so mine will be "The Voice From the Top of The Stairs."
As always, it is up for interpretation. But what I absolutely want you to do is to take that piece and make it the title. Fill in the blank after "The Voice" and make it your own piece that speaks.
Here's my piece:
I stood at the top of the stairs, staring down below. There was a girl there, struggling to climb up each step but never faltering. I felt for her. I had once been like that. Now it was my job to help her, like I had been helped before.
"Hey!" I shouted down the stairs. I knew from experience that she could not see me, or the bliss behind me. She looked up and around in confusion, unsure of where the voice had come from. "You can do it! Come join us up here! It's a great place!"
I saw her smile as she looked up. I knew she couldn't see us, but I knew she believed in the dream. She climbed onto the next steep stair leading to the top.
My business partner walked next to me. "Lot of raw talent in that one," he said, pointing down at the girl struggling on the stairs. He also shouted down to her. "Don't worry about falls dear! After every pit there's clear road! You'll get here! Don't worry."
His friend heard him shouting and decided he needed to add his commentary. "You can make it! You'll find a lot of friends and support up here! Just get close enough and we'll give you a hand!"
Again, the girl could not see them, but she smiled and kept working on climbing up the staircase.
It would take a while but I knew that if I kept being an encouraging voice, I'd get to meet her one day.
I was looking forward to it.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
2/27/14 Prompt... Up the Staircase
Today's prompt is "Up the Staircase."
As always, the prompt is open to interpretation, though for this my main idea in posting it has to do with not really the journey up the stairs but more speculation about what is up the stairs.
If you want to, try to answer these questions:
1. Who or what is up the stairs?
2. What is a good description of the stairs?
3. Are the stairs figurative or literal?
4. What's stopping you (or your OC) from climbing up the stairs?
5. Do you climb up the staircase?
6. If "you" do climb up, what do you find?
Here's my piece for the day, also found on my deviantart:
The staircase was wide at the bottom, but bottle necked up at the last few stairs I could see. The wall caved in, it was scary to me. Only one person, of moderate smallness, could fit into the tiny space that was almost as short as a crawl place.
I often sat at the bottom of the stairs. Almost twenty years of never knowing what was above. I preferred the staircase to the side. I'd been up those stairs many times. I was surrounded by stairways like that, here in this long hallway.
Instead of a hallway of doors, it was a hallway of stairs. Some were narrow, some were wide. Some were steep, but some were very easy to climb up.
I had been climbing my whole life it seemed. From my very infancy.
The first steps I climbed were the steps of learning, the next flight was the steps of my yearning. Yearning for someone, yearning for people, but then a yearning for success. It brought me to this hallway. I had just finished the staircase that completed my education and had found another similar staircase beyond.
I tried to take it, because it was familiar. Then I remembered all the times I had tripped and fallen on it and decided I needed to try something new.
Climbing down the staircases had gotten so easy for me.
The staircases I could climb up from unemployed to employee, the staircase I could climb from there to supervisor.
Yes, I had seen many staircases. Some were appealing and some were not. But right in front of me was a staircase that disgusted me not. For all it's scary features, it made me excited when I saw it. This rickety at times but ornate in others piece of staircase was like no other staircase in the entire hallway. The best part was, it was always there.
No matter what hallway I ended up in a similar staircase appeared. Taunting my curiosity with its features.
It was 27 days ago today I took the first step on the staircase. Volition.
Within the last few weeks I has made it up 4 very steep and rickety steps. But they were wide and gave me room to sit down and rest. I enjoyed climbing them. Determination.
I knew what this staircase was. This was the staircase of entrepreneurship. This was a staircase that led to so many opportunities. As soon as you took that first step, you knew what was in front of you. A feeling of respect for the others before you falls onto you, making every step harder.
"How dare I climb this staircase?" I think to myself on each step. "Who am I to wander on the stairs of my great successors?" But the voices above me drive me forward. I can hear them shouting and laughing. And everyday I hear a voice that calls down the stairs. "You can do it!" I hear them say. "Come join us! It's so great up here!"
I wonder how they can see me, how they know I'm here. I cannot see above the bottleneck, even after the first steps. Although I can begin to see a light shining through. I wonder if there is another hallway of staircases above me. Or maybe, for once, there will be doors. No place to climb, but things to choose.
I will continue to climb. I will find out what is above me. And then one day I'll be the voice that calls down to tell someone they are welcome here and that they can make it too.
Much love to you all,
Alexandria
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/AlexandriaMazareth
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AlexandriaMWolf
Personal Blog: http://ajourneyforalexandria.blogspot.com/
Professional Blog: http://alexandriamazareth.wordpress.com/
As always, the prompt is open to interpretation, though for this my main idea in posting it has to do with not really the journey up the stairs but more speculation about what is up the stairs.
If you want to, try to answer these questions:
1. Who or what is up the stairs?
2. What is a good description of the stairs?
3. Are the stairs figurative or literal?
4. What's stopping you (or your OC) from climbing up the stairs?
5. Do you climb up the staircase?
6. If "you" do climb up, what do you find?
Here's my piece for the day, also found on my deviantart:
The staircase was wide at the bottom, but bottle necked up at the last few stairs I could see. The wall caved in, it was scary to me. Only one person, of moderate smallness, could fit into the tiny space that was almost as short as a crawl place.
I often sat at the bottom of the stairs. Almost twenty years of never knowing what was above. I preferred the staircase to the side. I'd been up those stairs many times. I was surrounded by stairways like that, here in this long hallway.
Instead of a hallway of doors, it was a hallway of stairs. Some were narrow, some were wide. Some were steep, but some were very easy to climb up.
I had been climbing my whole life it seemed. From my very infancy.
The first steps I climbed were the steps of learning, the next flight was the steps of my yearning. Yearning for someone, yearning for people, but then a yearning for success. It brought me to this hallway. I had just finished the staircase that completed my education and had found another similar staircase beyond.
I tried to take it, because it was familiar. Then I remembered all the times I had tripped and fallen on it and decided I needed to try something new.
Climbing down the staircases had gotten so easy for me.
The staircases I could climb up from unemployed to employee, the staircase I could climb from there to supervisor.
Yes, I had seen many staircases. Some were appealing and some were not. But right in front of me was a staircase that disgusted me not. For all it's scary features, it made me excited when I saw it. This rickety at times but ornate in others piece of staircase was like no other staircase in the entire hallway. The best part was, it was always there.
No matter what hallway I ended up in a similar staircase appeared. Taunting my curiosity with its features.
It was 27 days ago today I took the first step on the staircase. Volition.
Within the last few weeks I has made it up 4 very steep and rickety steps. But they were wide and gave me room to sit down and rest. I enjoyed climbing them. Determination.
I knew what this staircase was. This was the staircase of entrepreneurship. This was a staircase that led to so many opportunities. As soon as you took that first step, you knew what was in front of you. A feeling of respect for the others before you falls onto you, making every step harder.
"How dare I climb this staircase?" I think to myself on each step. "Who am I to wander on the stairs of my great successors?" But the voices above me drive me forward. I can hear them shouting and laughing. And everyday I hear a voice that calls down the stairs. "You can do it!" I hear them say. "Come join us! It's so great up here!"
I wonder how they can see me, how they know I'm here. I cannot see above the bottleneck, even after the first steps. Although I can begin to see a light shining through. I wonder if there is another hallway of staircases above me. Or maybe, for once, there will be doors. No place to climb, but things to choose.
I will continue to climb. I will find out what is above me. And then one day I'll be the voice that calls down to tell someone they are welcome here and that they can make it too.
Much love to you all,
Alexandria
Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/AlexandriaMazareth
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AlexandriaMWolf
Personal Blog: http://ajourneyforalexandria.blogspot.com/
Professional Blog: http://alexandriamazareth.wordpress.com/
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
2/25/14 Writing Prompt: Describe a Circle
This is the writing prompt for February 25th. It is "Describe a Circle."
As always, the prompt is open to interpretation and to any media with an emphasis on literary arts.
You may decide to describe a circle as a shape, or perhaps use it to mean circular objects. Or you may change it into the 3 dimensional object of a sphere. Whatever you wish is how it shall go.
There is no limit, minimum or maximum, for how many words your piece should be, but it should take you no less than five minutes and no more than an hour. This is meant as a writing exercise, rather than to become an extraordinary piece.
My piece today is a 6 word memoir.
Circle of the sky. So Bright.
As always, the prompt is open to interpretation and to any media with an emphasis on literary arts.
You may decide to describe a circle as a shape, or perhaps use it to mean circular objects. Or you may change it into the 3 dimensional object of a sphere. Whatever you wish is how it shall go.
There is no limit, minimum or maximum, for how many words your piece should be, but it should take you no less than five minutes and no more than an hour. This is meant as a writing exercise, rather than to become an extraordinary piece.
My piece today is a 6 word memoir.
Circle of the sky. So Bright.
Monday, February 24, 2014
2/24/14 Prompt: The Mile Run
Today's Prompt is "The Mile Run"
Obviously open to interpretation, but, here is the gist of it for you.
The schools I went to always had the test of the mile run for the Phy. Ed. classes. It was either indoors or outdoors. Outside there was a track. In elementary school it was a little gravel track. You had to go around it I think three or four times to equal a mile. In upper classes, it was no longer gravel. In fact, I have no clue what that track substance is. Kind of spongy stuff.
The indoor mile run was like 7 to 8 times around some arbitrary seeming squared off hallway area.
Anyways, so it's basically running. For a mile. Or jogging or walking. If you took like 15 minutes or longer you'd "fail" and just get a 15+ mark. It varied.
Here's my piece for the day:
I wandered outside with my class to the track that lay before us. It was brown and dust swirled around us with the wind, even though it had rained last night.
The teacher told us where to stand and we huddled there, waiting for her to say go. Some people were lined up front, some towards the back. I was in the middle, as usual.
The teacher blew her whistle and we took off. I quickly caught up with some of the people in the front and smiled at them, but soon I was unable to keep up. I started jogging and breathing hard by the end of the first lap. I had two more to go and I was not ready.
I kept lagging further and further behind other people. Not because my legs were tired, no, but because it became harder and harder to breath.
As I finished the second lap my side started aching. I held it and began speed walking.
Somehow I was still ahead of a handful of people.
All I had to do was finish this lap, and then I could drink water and rest.
The teacher blew her whistle and we took off. I quickly caught up with some of the people in the front and smiled at them, but soon I was unable to keep up. I started jogging and breathing hard by the end of the first lap. I had two more to go and I was not ready.
I kept lagging further and further behind other people. Not because my legs were tired, no, but because it became harder and harder to breath.
As I finished the second lap my side started aching. I held it and began speed walking.
Somehow I was still ahead of a handful of people.
All I had to do was finish this lap, and then I could drink water and rest.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
2/23/14 Prompt... If I Were A Pair of Shoes
Today's prompt is simply this "If I were a pair of shoes."
As always, these prompts are open to any form of interpretation and Literary Media (Actually, even though this is meant primarily for writing, feel free to create any media form off my prompts. Who am I to restrict someone?)
Today I decided I'd do a little poem because Why Not?
Brown leather
Gathering Dust
In his closet
Black laces
Still tied
Into neat little bows
No light
No sounds
Just dust
The cold reaches the
soft brown leather
made for trekking mountains
But it has been snowy
As always, these prompts are open to any form of interpretation and Literary Media (Actually, even though this is meant primarily for writing, feel free to create any media form off my prompts. Who am I to restrict someone?)
Today I decided I'd do a little poem because Why Not?
Brown leather
Gathering Dust
In his closet
Black laces
Still tied
Into neat little bows
No light
No sounds
Just dust
The cold reaches the
soft brown leather
made for trekking mountains
But it has been snowy
Saturday, February 22, 2014
2-22-14 Prompt... Falling From a Cloud
Imagine you are sitting on a cloud. Describe what it looks like and feels like. Then it caves from underneath you and you begin to fall from an incredibly high altitude. Describe what it's like and what you see as you fall to the earth below you.
My piece:
I wake up to find myself on top of a purple cloud among the sky lit by the last few rays of the sunset. I see it shining and shimmering as I feel myself slowly collapsing into the coolness of the cloud beneath me. Suddenly the vapor gives way and I find myself falling, plummeting towards the earth at heightened speeds.
It's as though time has stopped for me, things are going so fast but yet everything seems like it is at a standstill. I feel the wind whistling through my hair and for once I am not afraid. I used to always be afraid of falling, but here I am in the middle of the sky and I do not fear, for I can barely see the ground.
Trees like ants begin to be seen in my view and I'm pretty sure I hit a bird or two as I drift to the earth's crust at light speed.
Pine trees, that's what they are. The landscape begins to show itself to me in increasing detail and I begin to fear that I may splatter when I hit the ground.
I see a slight river begin to form in my eyesight. I wonder yet how deep it is. If I learned anything from games such as minecraft or from movies that if you hit the water there's a chance you will be saved. I knew, however, that I was going too quickly for a foot of water to be sufficient, and wondered at my chances.
I didn't realize how far up I was.
And how far down I was going.
A splash.
I hit the river. Water folded over my head as I continued to drift down, slower and slower. My lungs freaking out over the lack of oxygen as I feel my chest caving in. It was then that I bounced. Not on the ground, no, but on the river itself. In the water. I began to drift up and the water pressure lessened.
I began to swim upwards, up towards the sky that I had fallen from. As I cleared the surface I took a gasp of air. So painful, but refreshing.
My piece:
I wake up to find myself on top of a purple cloud among the sky lit by the last few rays of the sunset. I see it shining and shimmering as I feel myself slowly collapsing into the coolness of the cloud beneath me. Suddenly the vapor gives way and I find myself falling, plummeting towards the earth at heightened speeds.
It's as though time has stopped for me, things are going so fast but yet everything seems like it is at a standstill. I feel the wind whistling through my hair and for once I am not afraid. I used to always be afraid of falling, but here I am in the middle of the sky and I do not fear, for I can barely see the ground.
Trees like ants begin to be seen in my view and I'm pretty sure I hit a bird or two as I drift to the earth's crust at light speed.
Pine trees, that's what they are. The landscape begins to show itself to me in increasing detail and I begin to fear that I may splatter when I hit the ground.
I see a slight river begin to form in my eyesight. I wonder yet how deep it is. If I learned anything from games such as minecraft or from movies that if you hit the water there's a chance you will be saved. I knew, however, that I was going too quickly for a foot of water to be sufficient, and wondered at my chances.
I didn't realize how far up I was.
And how far down I was going.
A splash.
I hit the river. Water folded over my head as I continued to drift down, slower and slower. My lungs freaking out over the lack of oxygen as I feel my chest caving in. It was then that I bounced. Not on the ground, no, but on the river itself. In the water. I began to drift up and the water pressure lessened.
I began to swim upwards, up towards the sky that I had fallen from. As I cleared the surface I took a gasp of air. So painful, but refreshing.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
3-11-14 Prompt... Glasses
Today's prompt is glasses.
This refers to the ones that sit on your face, rather than the ones you drink out of. I've personally had glasses since about seventh grade, but I know that you don't need to have glasses to write about them.
As always, the prompt is up for any interpretation, so long as you are indeedy talking about the glasses that sit on the ridge of a person's nose.
So here's my piece:
In this world of 20/20
You will find that there are plenty
Of people who have to wear
Glasses to make their eyesight fair
Most people with them aren't born
And when they need them they're a little torn
Do I get glasses, contacts or suffer?
I wish I had a better insurance buffer...
Glasses are expensive to replace
They sit smack in the middle of your face
Some are styling, some are pretty
Some make you seem professional or witty
Others cover half your head
And make you look like four-eyes instead
It's your choice what style you own
It's yours to make and yours alone
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
2/12/14 Prompt... Who I Want to Be
Today's prompt is who I want to be. Though many of you might tell me this is cheating, I decided to do a haiku. It was harder than you think to come up with. Here it goes:
Who I Want to Be
Leaves Me No Choice but to Choose
To Be Who I Want
Why did I choose to create this haiku? Well, it's simple. The girl I want to be is strong and empowering. SHe doesn't just want me to look up at her and say "I wish I could be more like you"
She wants me to choose to do so.
It's all about a choice.
You could get up one morning and walk away from everything, you could decide you wanted to take swimming lessons, you could try a new career path, you can honestly do whatever you want. So do what you want.
Monday, February 10, 2014
2-10-14 Turtle Poem
Today's prompt: A Turtle's Life
Today I've decided I'm going to do a poem instead of a story.
The clear glass lays in front of me
I think to myself, maybe if I push just hard enough
But the glass never breaks
The glass is stronger than I
I climb onto the drifting piece of plastic
It sits beneath a warm glow
As I dry I wonder
What if I had been born somewhere else?
I imagine myself floating amid waves
Walking on beach sands that warm my feet
Sitting under the real sun
With a real reason to live
I come back to the present
One of them has approached my enclosure
What if this one will let me out?
I jump into the water and splash about
The top opens and I'm excited
But then I see my attempts are misguided
For now I'll just have to accept my fate
As little balls of food hit the water
Plop, plop, plop
I quickly guzzle them
Sometimes in groups of three
Maybe I don't mind this so much...
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Obligatory First Post and Day's Prompt
So, I figure this way I can add a link to my prompts on twitter and give examples for my prompts. Might be helpful.
Hello and welcome to my writing prompt blog where I not only GIVE my writing prompts, but I give an example that I've done with them.
Today's prompt:
Hello and welcome to my writing prompt blog where I not only GIVE my writing prompts, but I give an example that I've done with them.
Today's prompt:
So, Here is my expansion:
A grey tabby kitten was curled up under a tree during the hot summer day, happy to have some shade. A slight rustling occurred above and she sleepily raised her eyes to the scene above. A baby bird was quabbling with another on the side of it's nest. The tabby watched as the bird's mother swooped down and separated the two of them, making little tut tut sounds and giving them some food.
The tabby looked towards the ground and began watching a shadow that kept moving. It was moving closer and closer in little circles. The kitten started to stretch and then get it's back ready to arch, in case the thing move nearer.The tree blocked the shadow from being shown on the ground. The cat cocked it's ear to the side, listening.
Then it happened. A gigantic bird flew down into the trees, scooping up the momma bird for lunch. It came down low enough for the tabby to get a good look. Without a second thought the kitten leapt up and scratched at the wings and talons of the giant bird, who let go of its prey in shock.
The kitten knew it was no match for the golden-eyed warrior so it quickly scooped up the mother in it's mouth and found a place to hide under the roots on the tree. Luckily for her, the bird spotted a field mouse trying to move towards a hole. The merciless raptor grabbed its lunch and headed out.
Worried, the little tabby carefully took the bird in it's mouth and brought it to the two-leggeds home where she resided. She leapt up to the table in the center of the room where the family normally gathers and set the bird down. She then went to find her mother, who was purring contently as she was being brushed by one of the long haired giants.
She mewed endlessly until the person put down her mother and followed her out into the living room. The bird was trying to work its wing but it appeared broken. The human shrieked. "Oh my god! Is it okay? It needs veterinary care!" In the meantime, the kitten started mewing at its mother, explaining that there were two babies in a nest outside.
The mother knew what to do. She quickly grabbed the mother bird in her jaws before the human could pick it up and ran to the door, waiting for the human to catch up. The human shrieked again. "Jessie?!? What are you doing?!? Put that poor thing down!" She got to the door and Jessie ran through the doggy door towards the tree her kitten had been laying at. She set the bird down and stared upwards at the mess.
The baby birds were doing their work, squeeling and squeaking with zeal. The human looked up towards the tree. "Oh god! I need to call this in right away!" She went back inside as the cats guarded the nest.
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