Featuring those who submitted to the previous writing prompt from Live-Love-Write, here are the participants for this week, listed in reverse order of submission, along with information on the newest prompt. Please remember to fave this journal to help support your work and the prompt!
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Last Week's Writing Prompt
Write anything that features one or more of the following:
- the anniversary of something unusual but important
- flower language
- Medieval times
- the ability to see the future
Lily of the ValleyPerhaps it was the rain that trickled down the sides of the shack rhythmically, or the clouded sky which wept endlessly, days on days. The grass had begun to embrace the dirt and petals of flowers had washed away. Maybe, it was all of these things that made Mary content.
Not happy…nor bitter or sad, but content in the way the wind carried the Earth’s ripe scent and how the trees shivered in delight. The sun’s light barely pierced through the abundance of grey clouds that held the sky, and each time the rain hit her eyelashes, the world outside blended into a graceful mass of colors. She loved the smell of everything natural. From grass to water, everything had its own scent that when fused together, maybe something simply unimaginable.
“Child, close your shutters! You’re letting the heat out!” The sudden shrill voice of her mother echoed in her ears. She turned around to look at the dishevel woman and blinked. Her mother’s linen dress had been
AzaleaYou asked for my preservation
Through the spring, until you could find me
Swaying over the railing, trailing
Fingers in the current, faithful
Though the season was passing
By the fence at the roadside, the sun thickened
But your passion grew brittle
And when the summer came, my waiting outlasted
Your promises, your lies
And my patience turned to poison.
PurityThere’s a man that I know somewhere nearby
Who now lives in his own little packet of life
His mind too simple to be bothered by strife
And if you don’t approach, he won’t cross your line
Two centuries ran past him but he was unfazed
Through the cruelest of mankind and fastest of change
He saw his works of imagination translating into reality
He made mistakes and tasted the heavy penalties
The little boy ran through the grounds of his home
The teen’s sweat was milked for Emperor Hirohito
The young man let his flag up to proudly fly
The elderly watched his daughters’ graceful rise
He stood tall before time’s strong blasts and blows
He was respected as a man who helps and who knows
He represented his land in the global court of unity
His eager heart contributed to the formation of his country
But as the tallest of mountains could be tamed to valleys
His strength now spent, his bones so weary
Not his daughters nor his wife he recall in his memory
This week's writing prompt, from July 11th to July 18th, is:
Respond to the following theme: