It’s Monday, the beginning of what may or may not be a long week.
My daughter was playing a would you rather game on her phone and tossing me questions. Amid the “would you rather marry a celebrity or the most attractive person in the world?” types she threw in one that dug a little deeper.
The wheels started turning and before long I was wondering which one I would choose and why and what would I find when I got there …
It’s too good to pass up but I also would love to see what other people can come up with.
If you’re so inclined, write something of your choosing answering the question by Friday. It can be you or a character, any POV and any genre and style but you must make a choice and detail the consequences. When you finish your piece link back here so that anyone else trying this out can read too.
You’re traveling when you come to a fork in the road. The choice is simple. You can either go left where nothing is right or you can go right where nothing is left.
Which way do you go?
The moon and stars
From where you are
Do you ever see the ground?
Hold tight honey, there’s bad times coming …
Lately I just haven’t had words. Especially today I wish I had something eloquent and pretty.
But since I don’t seem to have anything maybe it’s time to just do a picture a day challenge.
Here we stand, on precipices of stars and skies. One step, a small breath, a slight breeze to tousle my hair. A lovers hand, gently swaying strands. Will he pull? Will he strike? Will he push me? Leave me to the night?
Not today it seems as we step away, a dance of carefully crafted precision. Dangerous games we play here on the ledge. Yet there’s a piece of me, rising again, demon in disguise.
She charges again and again, wild in her being, eyes chasing the sand. Determined and unsteadying she demands control of the wind. Throw me down she will so she can stand here too. Plucking the stars from their branches, shoving her hungry mouth full, she’ll devour the light within you.
If you examine me under a blacklight
Chalk outlines under blue light flash
You’ll see not a thing which doesn’t glow upon me
Words etched into skin, meaning carved to bone
Paths traced from hair to toe
By imaginary fingers, prying as we walk
Stripping me raw as I stand and talk
Every move a dance along a pole
Made just for the eyes of every soul
I am nothing more, nothing less
Pieces of raw, degrading flesh
Fit for consumption, mass presumption
My random word generator gave me think, if you’re interested in generating a word click here