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Trying to get my writing mojo back. I'm working outside fandom as well as in. I'm giving myself 15 min challenges. If you care to give me prompts I'll gladly take them.

Non-fandom prompt: A woman sitting on a wrought iron park bench. It is just before dawn and she's just sitting there in the dark. Tell me why.

It's still dark but the sky is taking on tinges of purples and lavender, the midnight blues lightening with the dawn of a new day. Janey sat still, her new black wool coat wrapped stiffly around her body to ward off the chill. She'd always liked this park, the benches were old fashioned and the gas lamps along the path made her dream of another time.

Her head turned at the rustling of leaves to her left and she smiled, the adage of the early bird rang true today as she watched a mother bird collect her breakfast to return to her nest of chirping babies high above Janey's head.

With the movement of her head she realized that she'd been sitting still for hours, lost in thought. Slowly she moved her shoulders and neck, rotating her head carefully. Then began the clenching and unclenching of her hands and the shifting of her legs, now alert and filled with pins and needles. She took a breath and realized it wasn't watery, for the first time in days.

The first tendrils of light began to pronounce the new day and caught fire as it gleamed off the diamond on her left hand. She straightened her hand, ran it over the folded triangle of cloth on her lap and smiled sadly. "For his dedicated service." the honor guard had said. Janey smiled sadly and rose from the bench to walk the few blocks home from the park. The park where she had met a young soldier near a bandstand, the park where they had been married, and the park where only a day ago she had scattered his ashes.

Date: 2015-03-28 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thrace-adams.livejournal.com
Oh wow....I've said this before and I'll say it again...your writing is beautiful and I wish it was in front of my eyeballs all the time. You painted such a vivid picture here - and that last line was a punch to the gut.

And who says I don't want to hear about your life? *HUGS*

Date: 2015-03-28 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emyrldlady.livejournal.com
Thank you. I miss writing, but my mental state these days just doesn't allow more than a few paragraphs here and there.

Brief run down; lost my job again, am on the insulin pump and I HATE it, was supposed to move to save money and that's not happening, only 4 months left of unemployment and no nibbles for a job, supposed to see about financial aid for schooling but am paralyzed with fear and depression.

See, fun times.

Date: 2015-03-29 12:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thrace-adams.livejournal.com
I completely understand that. It sucks how writing can be an outlet for everything but when you need it most is when you just don't have the mental state to do it. *HUGS*

OH DAMN :((( I'm really sorry to hear that. That sucks abt the insulin pump - what about it do you hate? GAH what happened to the move???

Oh man, no wonder your writing mojo has gone into hiding. So much stress. I wish I could do more than offer virtual hugs *HUGS*

Know that I'm thinking about you & IDEK, praying? Sending good thoughts into the universe that things will turn around for you.

Date: 2015-03-28 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hab318princess.livejournal.com
that was beautiful -amazing

Date: 2015-03-28 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stargazer60.livejournal.com
That was beautiful..I could really see the imagery...

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