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November /December Writing Prompt #2-Flight From the Edge--Stories Wanted
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Nov 05, 2016 08:08AM
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Gorgeous colors make this fantasy pic even more intriguing! This ran a close second to the other November pic so we have two choices this month to flex our writing wings!! Give us your ideas from poems to snippets to longer tales in between! Just remember as always to keep it YA and with an LGBTQIA theme, please! (Forgive me if I left off any letters of the rainbow!) Also, remember to either write "the end" or give us a few #### so we know your tale is complete. Ok--let's get started--cannot wait to see what you all come up with this month! Such great choices to work with once again!
Stained Glass by Darren: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...GROW WINGS by Darren: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Ready to Fly by Darren: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Shelter by Darren: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Shattered by Erik: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Gideon & Daniel by Jennifer (Alex): https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Poem by Liz: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
Sammy Goode wrote: "Gorgeous colors make this fantasy pic even more intriguing! This ran a close second to the other November pic so we have two choices this month to flex our writing wings!! Give us your ideas from p..."I really love this picture!!
Ooh, I voted for this one. I have to make time to write my story... <3
Stained glass they said, stained glassMy fragile wings, my small scapulae
My wild hair, my clouded mind
Stained glass wings, so vulnerable
I carefully worked myself out of
the church window, high above
overlooking the altar, and priests
the choir boys in awe, the scared
citizens. I cautiously freed my wings
like the cicada, hidden for too long
just as I was hidden all my life
a nobody, spit upon, never seen
A cicada, colourless and trampled
So see me now, people, see me
as I unfold myself, as I make that
first, frightening jump, flying
away with my stained glass wings,
Stained person, colourful person.
Kaje wrote: "Ooh, I voted for this one. I have to make time to write my story... <3"Oooh, I'm so looking forward to that Kaje!
Darren wrote: "Stained glass they said, stained glassMy fragile wings, my small scapulae
My wild hair, my clouded mind ..."
Very imaginative Darren. And we're all stained in one way or another, which I think adds character to who we are. Thanks for sharing. :)
Darren wrote: "Stained glass they said, stained glassMy fragile wings, my small scapulae
My wild hair, my clouded mind
Stained glass wings, so vulnerable
I carefully worked myself out of
the church window, high ..."
Very uplifting. Thanks, Darren.
Very nice, Darren. Love the idea of freedom after so much denial and pain.
Darren wrote: "Stained glass they said, stained glassMy fragile wings, my small scapulae
My wild hair, my clouded mind
Stained glass wings, so vulnerable
I carefully worked myself out of
the church window, high ..."
YAY!! I voted for this one and I am so happy to see this!
So colorful and encouraging! Love the idea of church windows and stained glass wings as if the church window came to life- full of bright colors <3 <3 <3
Thanks, Jason, Mel, Sammy and Sara. It may sound strange, but this poem I have written to get into that mood, the mindset of this beautiful person with these wings. This means that you will get more stories/poems from me about this one. I am glad you liked it, because I am not sure at all.... It's most certainly not the best I have ever written :D
Darren wrote: "Thanks, Jason, Mel, Sammy and Sara. It may sound strange, but this poem I have written to get into that mood, the mindset of this beautiful person with these wings. This means that you will get mor..."I like that. An "icebreaker" or "warmup" poem to get the muse energized. :D
GROW WINGS
I've grown my wings with care
Nothing like Icarus, no glue
He only tried, but had no clue
How to free himself, go where
The sun can't kill by stare.
I split myself, and split
Myself in smaller parts of me
So small the rest of you can't see
My little particles now sit
And hold me high, they fit
Me like a glove, a skin
My coloured specs of warm light
My wings, to carry me in flight
Who can save me from within
Who will save from hurt and sin
They fly me now, away
To my castle on the sand
Away from trees, to a vast land
Where I can always stay
Where I can always stay
Darren wrote: "GROW WINGS
I've grown my wings with care
Nothing like Icarus, no glue
He only tried, but had no clue
How to free himself, go where
The sun can't kill by stare.
I split myself, and split
Mysel..."
Very nice imagery and subtle references carry so much importance - love this Darren <3
Darren wrote: "GROW WINGS
I've grown my wings with care
Nothing like Icarus, no glue
He only tried, but had no clue
How to free himself, go where
The sun can't kill by stare.
I split myself, and split
Mysel..."
Beautiful Darren. Split into pieces or whole, beautiful either way.
Thanks Sara, subtle references indeed.... <3
Yeah Jason, split into pieces or whole :) <3
Darren wrote: "GROW WINGS
I've grown my wings with care
Nothing like Icarus, no glue
He only tried, but had no clue
How to free himself, go where
The sun can't kill by stare.
I split myself, and split
Mysel..."
This is terrific, Darren. I love the way you've woven the tale of Icarus into this.
Mel wrote: "This is terrific, Darren. I love the way you've woven the tale of Icarus into this"Thanks Mel. It's one of my favourite tales, the analogy, metaphor. It was so wonderful to be able to almost seamlessly use it here :)
Ready to fly
Join me?
My multi-coloured wings will
guard you all
My rainbow wings
My blanket of tinkling
coloured glass
Smiling and bringing
joy and laughter
Join me?
Take my hand
and hold someone's hand
I am the modern
Peter Pan
I do not take you to
Neverland
We will live here
in this land
and face our demons
together
So, take my hand,
we fly, we fly,
and we are as strong,
a Phoenix
Rise we shall
Together
Darren wrote: "Ready to fly
Join me?
My multi-coloured wings will
guard you all
My rainbow wings
My blanket of tinkling
coloured glass
Smiling and bringing
joy and laughter
Join me?
Take my hand
and hold som..."
I love how empowering and inspiring this is. Thank you, Darren.
Darren wrote: "Ready to fly
Join me?
My multi-coloured wings will
guard you al..."
Stronger Together, i love the message in this one. Thanks, Darren.
Thanks J. I want us strong together <3
Love this Darren! The message is full of hope and the gifts of friendship ❤️ Thank you!
SHELTERMy name is Jibril
(Perhaps some of you would say
Gabriel)
One of the Mala'ikah
(Some of you would say
Angels)
I will look after you
Will be gentle for your soul
Will help you through the dark of the night
Guard you with my wings,
blankets to warm you while you sleep.
And tomorrow my brother Mikail
(Some of you would say
Michael)
Will strengthen you with food
And fertile rain.
(Some of you would say
Believe in me)
I say
Believe in your heart
It is called love
It is called humanity
Join us under our multicolored wings
And find shelter
Darren wrote: "SHELTERMy name is Jibril
Perhaps some of you would say
Gabriel
One of the Mala'ikah
Some of you would say
Angels
I will look after you
Will be gentle for your soul
Will help you through the dark..."
Darren, that is so beautifully written and just what we need right now. Thanks for bringing these beautiful, hopeful words to us.
Darren wrote: "SHELTERMy name is Jibril
Perhaps some of you would say
Gabriel..."
I'm wondering if there is anything you will write that I don't absolutely love! Beautiful D. :~) ❤️
Darren wrote: "SHELTERMy name is Jibril
Perhaps some of you would say
Gabriel
One of the Mala'ikah
Some of you would say
Angels
I will look after you
Will be gentle for your soul
Will help you through the dark..."
I am with Mel and Jason
ShatteredLike stained glass the shattered mind
High above
A senseless pantomime
I spread my wings to take flight
Be strong
Emotions soar with rage and might
Hope is the beacon in the darkness
Take hold
This love that we have is not heartless
Erik wrote: "ShatteredLike stained glass the shattered mind
High above
A senseless pantomim..."
Erik, I love that! Thanks for sharing bud. :)
Erik wrote: "ShatteredLike stained glass the shattered mind
High above
A senseless pantomime
I spread my wings to take flight
Be strong
Emotions soar with rage and might
Hope is the beacon in the darkness
T..."
That's wonderful, Erik. I'm so happy to see we have another poet. Thanks for sharing with us.
Erik wrote: "ShatteredLike stained glass the shattered mind
High above
A senseless pantomime
I spread my wings to take flight
Be strong
Emotions soar with rage and might
Hope is the beacon in the darkness
T..."
wow, i love this. it's wonderful!
Thanks :)
Erik, will you write more? I so like having another poet here :)
Darren wrote: "Erik, will you write more? I so like having another poet here :)"From time to time between novels. It is fun to do things like this to decompress. :)
Darren wrote: "Ready to fly
Join me?
My multi-coloured wings will
guard you all
My rainbow wings
My blanket of tinkling
coloured glass
Smiling and bringing
joy and laughter
Join me?
Take my hand
and hold som..."
Beautiful! The Peter Pan imagery is really strong - I love the idea of not escaping to Neverland, but staying here and standing up to the darkness where we live (and how relevant this is now more than ever!)
Bronwen wrote: "Beautiful! The Peter Pan imagery is really strong - I love the idea of not escaping to Neverland, but staying here and standing up to the darkness where we live (and how relevant this is now more than ever!) ."Thank you, and yes that was exactly my intention with the poem :)
He looked at the feathers with a new kind of determination. Before, his dirty white wings had been a bother, something that needed to be hidden, the freedom they gave birds nothing more than a far away dream to the winged boy. However, standing on the roof of a skyscraper, a human he’d come to love sobbing in his arms, he became aware that only his wings could save them both from the dangerous situation. “We’re going to make it,” he decided, speaking out loud so the human boy, Daniel, could feed off of his lingering hope. Below them, cracks opened on the ground, swallowing cars, houses, trees, people and everything else on the wrong place at the wrong time. Gideon clutched the human’s arms and pulled him against his chest. He buried his cold nose in Daniel’s warmer neck, planting a small kiss on the smooth skin and praying it wasn’t the last one. Daniel shivered and stopped crying. The world fell silent around them and peace reigned again, even if just for a moment. Soon the moment passed and Gideon knew it was time to go.
“Ready?” He asked, wings as lengthy as horses spreading from his back. Daniel nodded, his dark hair moving with the force of the wind, and attempted to make himself even smaller in the angel’s arms. Gideon perched himself on the edge of the roof and turned the human around so his arms and legs were wrapped around his torso, the boy’s back facing the great height so he wouldn’t have to look down. No clouds adorned the sky, no rain threatened to pour. Chaos down on earth, but the sun kept smiling high above. The end of the world was extremely insignificant to those not living in it.
The winged creature leapt from the building. Daniel’s scream pierced the air that was fighting against them and echoed inside Gideon’s head. He’d heard those screams before, he’d heard the pleas and all the crying, he’d heard millions of different people begging for mercy to his merciless god… None of them hurt him like his human’s did. It felt like shoving an arm inside his mouth and ripping his heart out, like plucking all those feathers one by one with his own hands. Was that the sort of feeling humans kept complaining about? Was that what heartbreak felt like?
The angel’s wings opened wide a second away from crashing into the street below, keeping them from a bloody, painful death as Gideon finally shook his distracting thoughts away and focused on saving them both. Daniel had gone completely limp: a beautiful, unconscious body that weighed as much in Gideon’s soul as it did in his arms. He flew through the narrow spaces between the tall buildings, avoiding people’s eyes as much as he could, even though he knew that with all the destruction going on not many would be paying attention to him.
After what felt like an eternity, but were actually only minutes, the ocean came into view. Myra stood on the sand, freezing water lapping angrily at her feet. The sea could feel the smallest of disturbances, and all that was happening upset it a great deal. Planet Earth was its home too, after all, the waves were right to be mad.
“You weren’t supposed to bring him along, brother,” Myra said, her icy eyes set on the dark haired human as Gideon laid him onto the sand. Daniel looked lifeless, his tan skin growing paler and his chest still as a stone. The angels knew better than to think he was dead.
“There were a lot of things I wasn’t supposed to do. Bringing him to you might have been the least bad.”
The angelic woman knelt close to the human, her lilac hair falling forward and tickling his forehead. She placed one of her small, seemingly fragile hands on top of Daniel’s heart while the other reached for a weapon from her belt. The dagger was as beautiful as a deadly thing could be: a fine, gray blade held by a spiral fluted handle.
“Is this the only way?” Gideon asked, taking hold of his lover’s hand, bringing his cold knuckles to his lips. His eyelashes were wet with tears and his voice fluttered and choked and escaped him. It was yet another feeling Gideon wasn’t accustomed to, weakness of the mind.
“If we let him live now, he’ll die by someone else’s hands and go somewhere you can’t follow,” Myra explained, lifting her eyes to meet her brother’s, something like comfort and pity floating between them. “If we do this, you’ll see him up there. A painless trip to a better place.”
Gideon sighed but gave Myra a small, nearly imperceptible nod nonetheless. He leaned down and kissed Daniel’s lips goodbye, lingering there for as long as he could. “May we meet again, my love.”
Myra took one final look at the sky above, whispering prayers under her breath, and with one, swift move buried the dagger under the human’s ribs.
the end
Jennifer (Alex) wrote: "He looked at the feathers with a new kind of determination. Before, his dirty white wings had been a bother, something that needed to be hidden, the freedom they gave birds nothing more than a far ..."Oh Alex, that is positively breathtaking and so beautifully written. Magnificent!!!
Mel wrote: "Jennifer (Alex) wrote: "He looked at the feathers with a new kind of determination. Before, his dirty white wings had been a bother, something that needed to be hidden, the freedom they gave birds ..."Thank you so much, Mel!!
Alex, this is breathtakingly good... You can WRITE :)
Darren wrote: "Alex, this is breathtakingly good... You can WRITE :)"Thank you, Darren! :D
They hated me for my love(hate and love are so similar)
and they shunned me for my love.
you told me that what was inside
of me was right, that
my abilities were as much a part of me
as my freckles and cracked lips
(that you kissed so tenderly)
and on the night they killed you,
my love, they killed my love
I stopped praying in the church and instead
made the windows into my wings
(you called me your angel),
religiosity shining through,
I stood on the platform and
prepared to jump, telling
myself I would only let my wings catch
the air if from above, my love,
I heard your voice.
Liz this is great! The ending is powerful
Jennifer (Alex) wrote: "He looked at the feathers with a new kind of determination. Before, his dirty white wings had been a bother, something that needed to be hidden, the freedom they gave birds nothing more than a far ..."OMG Jennifer your story is so romantic-sad but very good!
