Last writing prompt was an especially goosebumpy one for me. I'm besotted with every tale told, they are indeed gems, rare and shiny and precious.
Each time I post one of these prompts I hope, I sincerely, so very much hope you'll them, or the stories others write for them inspire you to write. Look for that inspiration, seek it, for you, you, you are your own muse.
How you see the colour of the water, how you hear the chitter of a squirrel, what you smell and taste and touch—all of it is water to grow your ideas, all of it helps you spin tall tales and true.
'Wernt the whify workin'?' — A Writing Muse
Here are the jewels from spin a tale that I love so much. Go read the full wee stories, please. They're truly wonderful.
45 minutes later, still sitting on my purple carpet, my router cradled in his lap, Jake throws a lengthy explanation at me, but the only thing I hear is… what? “Are you saying that my wifi is sentient?”
When grandma was a young woman, she was out on her fishing boat one early summer day and when she hauled up her nets there were not just fish wriggling, all sparkling silver in the sunlight. There was a man. At least, he looked enough like a man.
Do you want to escape? This life? This moment? This noisy world where no sound I make can be heard? Where I shout into the void and nobody listens and nobody cares? We care. We will listen.
"And you know what they did?” A hushed “no” came from several of the littles mouth’s. “They all lost their shit and bought so much wipey-paper, there weren’t none to be had, no where, no how. Not even the Amazon could bring it to ya.” One little raised his hand and aksed, “Wernt the whify workin’?”
What I do isn’t much, but it’s what I have to give and some people out there need it. I can literally count my listeners on less than two hands but how many hearts do I need to touch for it to be worth it? Empathy comes in all sizes, hope comes in all sizes, too.
Your turn. Every single week it'll always be your turn. Post a story here or don't, but let the images, the colours, the words amuse your muse (which is you, remember, it's always you). And write.