Well, it’s smile Wednesday and according to my homework I’m supposed to write about a time that I was made a fool of. Ergo: an event everyone thought was freakin’ hilarious at my expense. Like say, the time I broke my foot in *acting* class. Or the time I gave my Solar System presentation the day that Pluto was no longer a planet and I hadn’t changed my presentation. Or the time I flew half way across the country just to find out that I went to the wrong political conference. Okay, so that last one wasn’t so bad really…it was kind of fun. I dunno about you, but after those types of events I need a hug.
So the theme for this Wednessday? Hugs! Go hug someone today!
Also: I’m in a Curious George mood.
If you are reading this then Congratulations, you are not trapped in a time loop of February 2nd.
I have a job interview, but it’s more like a gauntlent of problem solving in a very tall building. I’m going to bring a boom box (an honest to god boom box) to play action music. Gotta find the right cassette tape though. Anyone else got some intresting/weird/fun weekend plans?
Below are some prompts to get your imagination going. If you have any ideas feel free to share them below.
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So small, hardly a year old, and I can’t escape that feeling when she sleeps she’s seeing the secrets I’ve been hiding. Rockabye, my sweet
As soon as she shut her eyes, the maze reappeared.
First, the marble fell into the chute where it swung down the plastic only to hit the miniature toy soldier hanging from the pole; sending him into action.
The news desk shuddered, more debris from the ceiling fell but the anchor continued to broadcast the events live.
Bruhahaha. (#TuesdayTales had it but it is my favorite word…tied with kerfuffle)
The mobile hung from the ceiling spinning slowly, each pane of the story reflecting as it came around.
Ain’t nobody can touch my violin. The strings only bend to my ear.
“If I were to sum it up in one sentence- I ran. Happy?”
The water washed over him, welcoming him back with thick waves that he could float on
I am just exhausted from this week. I have great classes but they are all jam-packed together into one squishy mess of chaos and campus-running-around-ness. I reserve the right to make up words, yes. Below are writing/art/drawing/painting prompts. Please feel free to add your own ideas into the comment section. Don’t forget there is still a contest going on.
Dear Mr. Stevenson,
We have received your application today, and have taken careful note of all your special talents abilities. Despite your overwhelming lack of qualifications, we have already hired someone else who is not crazy. Thank you for your inquiry.
She played with the red gold band on her finger to keep her nerves in check.
The coloring book she gave her son had blank pages originally. However, each day a new page was filled with increasingly weird images.
It was not unusual to see the Man in the Moon hanging in the night sky. Tonight though, he had brought his wife.
Curl, cave, convex, custom
The burns on his arms were healing, even as the scars changed.
The day the sun went Nova, that’s when I knew.
The comet came only once every fifty years. Each time it seemed to glow a little dimmer. After all this time, the comet still did not want to give up searching for her. She had promised.
I would not mind if you whispered those words again.
The cat pawed at the notebook trying to get it open.
Let’s see what else is happening this week… Colbert is running for president, SOPA draws nearer to the Senate, and education of the masses starts next week. I must warn you: the History books may not be kind to us and so we must chose our words carefully, my friends.
Enjoy these prompts, and leave some of your own in the comments.
It was no use to him practically but theoretically, yes. How it could jump between perceptions and boundaries he did not know or care. There was work to be done.
A requiem is meant to ferry the dead to safe harbors; so she sang. But the melody choked and seemed to become a lullaby. And who could sleep when the grave yards were being buried in work.
The old clock was tired of its job; its arms sagged, the ticks n’ tocks yawned, and the chiming of the hour was melancholy at best.
Heart, dawn, bloom
The newspaper-real honest to god paper- had to resort to extreme headlines to reclaim its audience.
This contract can be canceled in case of an act of god. See section 13, part B.
“Another gem,” she mused, “like the one given to Persephone from her husband to soothe her.”
From the beach I could see the whales, 3 of them, breeching on the hour, every hour. They had been doing it all day.
Copper burns green.
Happy Friday everyone. Enjoy your weekend. Massive snowfall here, means sledding. See you on the slopes!