Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3842331/
Response: Staring as though you could stare into someone's soul. So the child-god figure stared. You can never really know how someone will react to a situation until they come face-to-face with it.
Monday, September 6, 2010
September 6, 2010, "Picture This" Month - Stare
Prompt: 
Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3842331/
Response: Staring as though you could stare into someone's soul. So the child-god figure stared. You can never really know how someone will react to a situation until they come face-to-face with it.
Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3842331/
Response: Staring as though you could stare into someone's soul. So the child-god figure stared. You can never really know how someone will react to a situation until they come face-to-face with it.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
"Picture This" Month - A Thousand and One
Prompt: A picture's worth a thousand words. What's a sound worth?
Source: None.
Response: A Thousand and One
The picture was unprofessional - a snapshot taken with a disposable camera in poor lighting. Her face was a little washed out; her eyes stood out dark against the stark white of her skin.
He ran a finger over her cheek. He could have easily taken a better picture of her, even with a disposable, he knew, but for some reason it was his favorite picture. It seemed to truly fulfil the old adage about a thousand words - her sad little smile or surprised look alone spoke volumes to him.
But he wished that he could still hear her voice. As he traced her frozen face he felt a thousand words, but he yearned to hear a single sound from her lips - his lifeless Becca. To hear a sigh or his name. To hear her laugh. He sighed. If only pictures had a thousand and one words contained - if only the picture could hold her voice; if only it could let him hear her again.
Notes: My power supply cord for my laptop is busted so the prompts are likely to be short and if I miss one because of it I am excusing myself from penance. My new one should be here in a few days. Ick.
Source: None.
Response: A Thousand and One
The picture was unprofessional - a snapshot taken with a disposable camera in poor lighting. Her face was a little washed out; her eyes stood out dark against the stark white of her skin.
He ran a finger over her cheek. He could have easily taken a better picture of her, even with a disposable, he knew, but for some reason it was his favorite picture. It seemed to truly fulfil the old adage about a thousand words - her sad little smile or surprised look alone spoke volumes to him.
But he wished that he could still hear her voice. As he traced her frozen face he felt a thousand words, but he yearned to hear a single sound from her lips - his lifeless Becca. To hear a sigh or his name. To hear her laugh. He sighed. If only pictures had a thousand and one words contained - if only the picture could hold her voice; if only it could let him hear her again.
Notes: My power supply cord for my laptop is busted so the prompts are likely to be short and if I miss one because of it I am excusing myself from penance. My new one should be here in a few days. Ick.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
"Picture This" Month - Hilea
Prompt: Use the phrase “image hosting” as an inspiration for your piece.
Source: None.
Response: Hilea
Hilea stared into the dead girl's eyes for a moment. She could see every vein through the child's porcelain skin, she could see all the way into her skull - the smooth, pale, curvature - to the pink tissue of her brain.
The girl's lips were pursed - lightly tinged with the blue of cold and death. Hilea pursed her own lips and shut her eyes, smoothing her eyelids consciously. Behind her eyelids she could still see the girl - every detail magnified. The image filled her until Hilea could feel it rise and fall with her breathing - it fleshed out her body.
A light tingle ran over every inch of her skin as her body changed, shifted to fit the image that had blossomed inside her. As the tingle faded, Hilea opened her eyes. She hid the broken child's body - it would not do to have someone see identical girls together, one dead and one alive. And, though she knew it would be wiser, she could not bring herself to burn or bury the body without proper rites or at least some recognition.
Hilea walked away, leaving the little girl alone.
Source: None.
Response: Hilea
Hilea stared into the dead girl's eyes for a moment. She could see every vein through the child's porcelain skin, she could see all the way into her skull - the smooth, pale, curvature - to the pink tissue of her brain.
The girl's lips were pursed - lightly tinged with the blue of cold and death. Hilea pursed her own lips and shut her eyes, smoothing her eyelids consciously. Behind her eyelids she could still see the girl - every detail magnified. The image filled her until Hilea could feel it rise and fall with her breathing - it fleshed out her body.
A light tingle ran over every inch of her skin as her body changed, shifted to fit the image that had blossomed inside her. As the tingle faded, Hilea opened her eyes. She hid the broken child's body - it would not do to have someone see identical girls together, one dead and one alive. And, though she knew it would be wiser, she could not bring herself to burn or bury the body without proper rites or at least some recognition.
Hilea walked away, leaving the little girl alone.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Weather Forecast: September 2010
September 4, 2010 – Use the phrase “image hosting” as an inspiration for your piece
September 5, 2010 - A picture's worth a thousand words. What's a sound worth?
September 6, 2010 -
September 7, 2010 - Describe an object of your choice in detail.
September 8, 2010 -
September 9, 2010 - Write about the act of painting.
September 10, 2010 -
September 11, 2010 -
September 12, 2010 - You get a picture in a text message, what is it?
September 13, 2010 - A character finds a picture taped to their school locker. Describe the picture and the scene.
September 14, 2010 - Describe a battle scene in detail.
September 15, 2010 -
September 16, 2010 -
September 17, 2010 -
September 18, 2010 -
September 19, 2010 - Describe a misshapen animal or person.
September 20, 2010 - Take a few mental snapshots throughout your day – use one as the detailed setting of your piece.
September 21, 2010 - Describe a circus from the perspective of a child.
September 22, 2010 -
September 23, 2010 -
September 24, 2010 -
September 25, 2010 - Smoldering.
September 26, 2010 - Write about an artist who sketches everyone they meet and then turns them into something else within the pages of their sketchbook.
September 27, 2010 - Describe eating ice cream – paying close attention to visual description.
September 28, 2010 -
September 29, 2010 -
September 30, 2010 -
September 5, 2010 - A picture's worth a thousand words. What's a sound worth?
September 6, 2010 -
September 7, 2010 - Describe an object of your choice in detail.
September 8, 2010 -
September 9, 2010 - Write about the act of painting.
September 10, 2010 -
September 11, 2010 -
September 12, 2010 - You get a picture in a text message, what is it?
September 13, 2010 - A character finds a picture taped to their school locker. Describe the picture and the scene.
September 14, 2010 - Describe a battle scene in detail.
September 15, 2010 -
September 16, 2010 -
September 17, 2010 -
September 18, 2010 -
September 19, 2010 - Describe a misshapen animal or person.
September 20, 2010 - Take a few mental snapshots throughout your day – use one as the detailed setting of your piece.
September 21, 2010 - Describe a circus from the perspective of a child.
September 22, 2010 -
September 23, 2010 -
September 24, 2010 -
September 25, 2010 - Smoldering.
September 26, 2010 - Write about an artist who sketches everyone they meet and then turns them into something else within the pages of their sketchbook.
September 27, 2010 - Describe eating ice cream – paying close attention to visual description.
September 28, 2010 -
September 29, 2010 -
September 30, 2010 -
"Picture This" Month - Lively
Prompt: Create an image based on the word "lively"
Source: Modified from oneword.com
Response: Lively
Spring colors filled the meadow - a bowl of flowers spilling their sweet petals and fragrances. She curled up in them, her hair spread around her in a cascade around her peach skin and emerald eyes that glittered with the liveliness of the teasing grasses that swirled around her.
Notes: Guess what's about to be up . . . Weather forecast! Be proud - this month was hard.
Source: Modified from oneword.com
Response: Lively
Spring colors filled the meadow - a bowl of flowers spilling their sweet petals and fragrances. She curled up in them, her hair spread around her in a cascade around her peach skin and emerald eyes that glittered with the liveliness of the teasing grasses that swirled around her.
Notes: Guess what's about to be up . . . Weather forecast! Be proud - this month was hard.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
"Picture This" Month - Encircled
Prompt: Think of a place you'd like to be at this exact instant - it can be literal (for example, Paris) or figurative (like "caught-up"). Paint a picture of that place using words.
Source: None.
Response: Encircled
She held her breath for a beat. In that instant of silence she could hear him breathing with the heaviness of deep sleep. She shifted closer to him, molding her body to the contour of his sleeping figure. He adjusted automatically. She could smell the lingering scent of his mild cologne as his arm reached over her, cradling her.
If she listened, she could imagine that she could hear his heart - hear it and feeling it pulsing through her in a calm rhythm. If she listened a moment longer, she could imagine that she felt her own heart rate slowing to match his. She smiled and nestled against him again, warmth encircling her.
Source: None.
Response: Encircled
She held her breath for a beat. In that instant of silence she could hear him breathing with the heaviness of deep sleep. She shifted closer to him, molding her body to the contour of his sleeping figure. He adjusted automatically. She could smell the lingering scent of his mild cologne as his arm reached over her, cradling her.
If she listened, she could imagine that she could hear his heart - hear it and feeling it pulsing through her in a calm rhythm. If she listened a moment longer, she could imagine that she felt her own heart rate slowing to match his. She smiled and nestled against him again, warmth encircling her.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Picture This
I'm excusing myself from the actual prompt today because I don't have time to write a prompt response and introduce the month of September. I figure September as a whole is more important than just September 1st.
Anyway, it's September and I'm back in school. I wanted to do a theme for this month because that hasn't really happened yet so I was thinking about it in class (I know, I know, tsk, tsk) and I came up with nothing. I began reading the Iliad for my Classics of Western Literature class though and it kind of hit me. The imagery in the Iliad is astounding and engaging to me (I LOVE this book) and what goes better with school than a healthy dose of daydreams? Nada, exactly.
That being said, September is "Picture This" month. The prompts will include pictures sometimes (sometimes the prompt will be about a picture) but the big key is imagery. I'm hoping this will be a useful month when it comes to honing descriptive skills without making a scene too flowery. I will not be able to complete the Weather Forecast tonight (as I haven't officially started yet), but I will be putting it up as soon as I can (hopefully tomorrow evening, but if not it should be up by Saturday afternoon).
Welcome to September 2010 - may you all be filled with vivid, writable dreams.
Anyway, it's September and I'm back in school. I wanted to do a theme for this month because that hasn't really happened yet so I was thinking about it in class (I know, I know, tsk, tsk) and I came up with nothing. I began reading the Iliad for my Classics of Western Literature class though and it kind of hit me. The imagery in the Iliad is astounding and engaging to me (I LOVE this book) and what goes better with school than a healthy dose of daydreams? Nada, exactly.
That being said, September is "Picture This" month. The prompts will include pictures sometimes (sometimes the prompt will be about a picture) but the big key is imagery. I'm hoping this will be a useful month when it comes to honing descriptive skills without making a scene too flowery. I will not be able to complete the Weather Forecast tonight (as I haven't officially started yet), but I will be putting it up as soon as I can (hopefully tomorrow evening, but if not it should be up by Saturday afternoon).
Welcome to September 2010 - may you all be filled with vivid, writable dreams.
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