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Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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The scent of Big Macs and fries drew them, although only he was sentient. The years of training at the monastery having paid off, so to speak.

A moth, really? He flapped his brown wings, and guessed it could be worse. He could have come back as a germ or an amoeba. At least he’d been prepared. She however, not so much. Did she see this as heaven or hell? Or was she just a moth, drawn to the light of the window, totally unaware of having been more?

He remembered the suicide vest, trigger in her hand. Speaking about her god before sending them both into the great beyond.

Suddenly a bird swooped in, grabbing her in its beak before flying off.

Karma’s a bitch.

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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It turns, a constant twisting, sharp spikes protruding. Whatever draws near, it injures, indiscriminate in its actions, equality in pain., not a goal but a result.

“Keep your distance.” It shouts, barbs glistening for all to see. A warning advertised, not hidden away.

Subterfuge all.

Look hard, beyond the defenses, see truth peering out; blue-eyed and blonde. A rough gemstone, previously injured, secured behind prison walls of her own making.

She is dear and precious. Reach beyond her barbed defenses, set her free with your love.

She waits.

Are you willing?

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:

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“It’s happening! Grab the cup.” The Priestess said, knowing The Tears of Aramaya only flow once a cycle, renewal and rebirth.

The acolyte, head bowed, lowered the chalice beneath the sacred root bulb.

“Plunk, Plunk, Plunk.”

He collected them until the flow stopped, turning to her, cup upraised. “Drink my mistress, and let us renew the world.”

She gripped the chalice, her hands over his, and drank the waters of life.

Once drained, she drew him near, for she held the water, he the seed. Looking at the youth of his body, she thanked the Goddess old Germaine had died two months back. She took her duties seriously, but some tasks proved harder than others.

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I love to drive.

My infatuation with the automobile came at an early age, even before obtaining my learner’s permit at fifteen. I remember being glued to the TV during car chase scenes, drawn to the adrenaline pumping speed and narrow miss cornering.

At this point some might think, ‘She’s just an adrenaline junky.’ I can assure you, that is not the case. Most true thrill seekers love the uncontrollable aspect of their risk-taking, the possibility of the chute not opening, the bungy chord breaking.

The unpredictable scares the crap out of me, if anything I’m a borderline control freak. (I can’t believe I just admitted that.) But perhaps that’s what I like about driving. Sure the variables are still there, equipment could malfunction, some other idiot might lose control, veer into your lane, crash into you, but if your tire does blow out, depending on your skill level, you might be able to survive, steer to the shoulder, avoid wipe out.  In contrast, if you chute fails to open, you’re basically screwed, game over, roll the credits.

So what does this have to do with writing?

When we first start down the author’s path, we’re watching the chase scenes someone else is stunt doubling. Thinking, “Wow, that would be cool. If they can do it so can I.” So we type up that rough draft, knowing we’re the bomb.

We know how to drive, who needs to study a manual? We take the learners permit test; epic fail. We submit our rough draft, fresh out of the gate, because we  don’t need to revise; first rejection letter.

This time we study the manual, put in hours behind the wheel, maybe even take a driver’s education course. We pass, highways and byways here we come. We revise, edit, join a critique group, take a writing class, go to seminars, then re-submit……..

 

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