Every Wednesday, Delores at Under the Porch Light tosses out six words for participants to play with, and often a sentence prompt.
This week her words are: absent vacant empty destiny eyes glaring, with her sentence prompt:
a juvenile urge to run and hide overwhelmed him Sometimes I write my take on the words in her comments and sometimes I will use her words to create a fuller post on a Friday.
I decided to do both with these words. The sense of facing desolation and being alone--timeless themes throughout history present themselves. Battle fields are scattered around the world. Children are the ones who face the battles and who will fight them. History remains the same. I did not start out to write something so dark, but somehow ended traveling there. ***************************************************************
Clara gazed across the empty
fields with vacant eyes. Her scarred and calloused hand shielded her
view from the glaring midday
sun. Is
this my destiny? She wondered.
Is this all I will ever do?
With that thought, Clara leveled her rifle at the enemy and
fired another shot. Another one down. She wondered absently. How many more to
go?
This is let-words-flow, experimentation, whatever. I hope you will visit her site and allow yourself to experiment. After all, experiencing, playing with words,and writing are interchangeable.
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This has no relation to the words, but it's a photo of my 5 month old grandson, Benjamin.
I was listening to a CD when selecting these words--not from the same song though. See what you can make with them! Post them in the comment section below!
eyeswind seenrisealoftscene
My own take on these will pop up in a day or so. In the meantime, check out Delores @myfeatherednest.
Her BFF Brenda said that flying down to Florida in October would be a real hoot, and all the gang would be there. So Sheila, Brenda, Kimberly, and all the other damsels headed down to their winter spot in Florida. “Eddie will be there!” Brenda had said.
So they went, and hit the water at high speed, skimming over the shimmering glassy pond, trying out new maneuvers, out-spinning the other. It had all started so perfectly. The dragons, including Eddie, were keeping all their eyes on the damsels as they made the first pass-by. Brenda turned to give Eddie that coy look that said so much.
That was her mistake. Out from the depths of the quiet waters came a wide-mouth bass, and gulped her down in one smooth motion before sinking down into the waters. Gone, just like that. Brenda was gone.
The tragedy hit them all like a strong wind, and the damsels headed to the shade of the cypress at the edge of the water. “What happened to her?! Didn’t she see that one coming?” Kimberly spoke bitterly. She was always that way, so quick to speak, to judge the other damsels. The others hushed her, while Sheila came to terms with the loss of her friend. Kimberly was right. Brenda knew better, but dammit, Eddie caught her eyes, and that was all it took.
This was to be their season, their time to connect with the dragons and leave some larvae in the quiet waters. Brenda let that get in the way of survival, and see what happened to her. Sheila shook out her gossamer wings, and turned to face Kimberly. “Brenda was a fool. We know that. But, we have to watch out for each other, and we forgot that.” All the lenses in her eyes scanned the water, the trees, the sky, the grass—looking for the predators that came so quietly. “Now, let’s get out there, and do what we do best: feast on mosquitoes and bugs, shake the air with our wings, and be the damsels we were born to be!”
As if one, the damsels rose into the air, and skimmed down across the swamp grass, catching insects as their laughter rang behind them.
Some dragons angled in to catch up with them. Eddie grew level with Sheila, “Say, uh, Sheila,” he stammered. “Awful sorry about Brenda. She seemed a good sort. Uhm, would you like to go over to the willow, and check out some lower branches with me?” Eddie’s eyes glistened with deeper meaning.
Thank you for the award!
Sheila kept her course and eyes searching around, but she devoted a few lenses to observe Eddie. He was attractive in that bad-boy way, and she could see what made Brenda focus on him. She gave the matter some thought, and then gave him the only answer she could.
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