wirting prompt 17

[melw]

early prompt 17


In this prompt i want you to use some Mythical creature (mermaid, unicorn, leprechaun, fairy. etc......)

Extra points for these words

Cottage

Table

Window

Computer

book


MEL GOOD LUCK

[jacks girl]

The forest was quite today, I sat looking out the Cottage window in hopes something exciting would happen . My wings were itching today and I rose from my computer to once again rub up against a corner post. The itching meant it was going to rain.

I heard a noise and quickly blinked my eyes and my wings disappeared.
It might be the handsome prince and he couldn't' know i had powers or wings until we were married. I read in my magic book how to make the potion that would make him fall in love with me. I smiled, he was so right for me.

When I stepped out on the porch I seen that it was only Feisty my pet unicorn. She walked up to me and I sat out a bucket of water for her. After Feisty drank some I jumped on her back and we headed to find the prince.

I looked up into the sky and the sun was high. The water table was low and we really needed the rain I could feel it in the air. I blinked again and Feistys horn disappeared and the blue container of potion was quickly on my shoulder.

The prince was walking and I new he would be very thirsty, soon he would be mine. I rode up to him and slid off my pet and smiled at him, reaching him the canteen of potion. As he took the lid off and began to drink I knew soon my dreams would come true.


Hope you like it, this was fun.

[Tommie Lyn]

The Selkie

Word Count: 499

Seumas MacKay closed the logbook and shut off the computer after he made his final report for the day. He sighed. Another long, lonely night to look forward to. He wished Laddie would finish his daily ramble and come home. He peered through the tiny window and saw an odd dark shape lying among the rocks at the edge of the water. He knew those rocks, knew this object didn't belong.

At last, no longer able to restrain his curiosity, Seumas donned his coat, left his warm peat fire and trudged out into the cold. As he drew nearer the rocks, his steps quickened. Was it what he suspected, a seal skin? Aye, it was.

The skin was soft and heavy and Seumas had difficulty forming it into a bundle he could carry. He hoisted it onto his shoulder and labored up the incline to his cottage. He spread the skin across the table, marveling at the velvety texture of the pelt. He wondered who had lost it and how it came to be deposited on his tiny piece of seashore.

As he rubbed a hand over the drying fur, he found a tear and some punctures. Ah, so it wasn't perfect. That would decrease its value. He turned the skin around, turned it over, and realized the hole wasn't a tear. The seal from whom the pelt had been taken had been bitten, probably by an orca or a shark.

But, how had the pelt gotten to . . . he stopped, stood stock-still as his grandmother's tale of selkies rose from his memory. Selkies, the seals who had the ability to shed their skins, take on human form and live among men. He grinned, shook his head. No.

His stomach rumbled. Before he prepared supper, he should call Laddie home. He went out and called, “Laddie!” He heard a furor of barking. But Laddie didn't come.

Seumas followed the the sound across the hill and found Laddie lying by an unconcious woman. A naked woman. He took off his coat, laid it across her and she stirred, opened her eyes and regarded him with large, liquid brown eyes for a moment, then passed out again. Seumas had never seen a woman so beautiful.

He picked up her small form and carried her to the cottage. As he laid her on the bed, he realized she had a bite wound on her side. He doctored it and dressed her in a pair of his pants and a shirt.

Seumas examined the skin, checked the location of the tear. The seal had been bitten on the side, like the woman. If the old tales were true, if she was a selkie and he kept possession of her skin, she would belong to him, be his wife. He wouldn't live at this lonely weather outpost alone any longer.

He took the skin to a cave nearby and hid it.

And whistled as he walked back to his cottage. And his new wife.

[jacks girl]

Interesting Tommie. Is this something you totally made up or is some part of this fork lore.

Good job I'm starting to enjoy these prompts more and more lol.

Jacks

[Tommie Lyn]

It's Celtic folklore from Scotland and Ireland. I learned it when I was doing research to write "High on a Mountain."

http://echoes.devin.com/selkie/selkie.html
http://www.orkneyjar.com/folklore/selkiefolk/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selkie

[PattyU]

Jacks and Tommie,I enjoyed reading what you came up with for this fun starter.

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On Maura’s first night sleeping in her Grandma Jo’s cottage while her parents were on an archelogical dig in western Greece, she woke with a start. Someone or something was in the room. A small creature, about three feet high tossed books to the floor from a high shelf.

“Where is it? Where is it? Gibber, gibber, gibber, I’ll find it.” The creature mumbled in a singsong voice as it jumped from the shelf to the computer table. Papers scattered to the floor as he shuffled over the keyboard.

For as long as she could remember, Maura could see things - creatures or unexplainable happenings that no one else could see or noticed. She had learned long ago to keep her mouth shut about the sightings, but never stopped being frightened by the occurances. This was the first time she saw such a being inside a human building.

The small creature had a withered brown face that faintly glowed in the dim light. A fuzzy mane circled its pointy eared head while it rummaged through the items on the table.

Maura shut her eyes tight willing for the creature to leave. When she was seven or eight, she had learned to never, no matter what, allow magical beings to know she saw them.

Heart pounding seconds passed a she listened to the creature continue to wreck the room. Finally, silence. Maura counted to ten and opened her eyes.
The creature sat next to her with its legs dangling from the window sill while staring at her. Maura gasped.

At the sound of Maura’s gasp, the creature spun into a violent shrieking. It jumped from the window to the bed post to the closet where it cowered still shrieking. Maura held her ears.

Maura dashed for the door as Grandma Jo entered the room. The creature leaped across the room and clung to Grandma on the other side. Maura’s eyes widened as she looked from the creature to her Grandmother. If she didn’t know any better, she would think the creature was tattling on her as it wailed and clung to Granny while pointing at Maura.

“Maura, you frightened my house Brownie.”

“I frightened your Brownie? I was sleeping and it was throwing things all over the place.”

Granny patted the Brownies shoulder as it clung to her nightdress. “There, there, it’s fine now.” The Brownie looked up at Maura accusingly while wrapping skinny limbs around her grandmother.

“Bobbinfletcherlyloloft, this is my granddaughter, Maura. She won’t hurt you, and she is very sorry for frightening you. Right Maura?”

Maura opened her mouth then closed it. She glanced from her grandmother to the brownie.

“Right, Maura?” Granny said more pointedly.

Maura sighed. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry for scaring you, Bibblinfletchwhatever your name is.”

“Bobbinfletcherlyloloft, but he answers to Bobbins. Now isn’t that better? I just know the two of you will be great friends.” Granny squeezed both of them tight in side hugs.

Maura eyed the Brownie not at all sure she wanted it for friend. The Brownie stuck out his tongue.

Granny turned her attention to Maura. “So you have the sight, my dear. I’m so pleased. Why, your parents have never told me you inherited my gift.”

“Gift?” Maura wondered if what Granny was referring to as a gift was what she had considered a curse.

“Of course gift. Few mortals have Fey Sight. We have so much to talk about.” Granny looked from Maura to the Brownie and back again. “But it will have to wait until morning. Now off to bed, both of you.”

Maura felt a little better when Grandma pointed at the brownie and said, “And no more shenanigans.”

[jacks girl]

I loved this story Patty. LOL Very good. I'm glad you liked mine too. This was fun.

Jacks

[Tommie Lyn]

Very good, Jacks and Patty. Enjoyed your stories. And thanks for the prompt, Mel. Very enjoyable to write...

[VLSmith]

I perused the refrigerator for a bite to eat. A pint of chocolate milk. A few slices of cheese. Hey, what’s this? Ew. Rancid cottage cheese. I slammed the door. Nothing I could sink my teeth into.

When I confessed to my agent that I had fallen behind schedule on my manuscript, she insisted on sequestering me in her cabin “retreat.” Primeval experiment in social deprivation was more descriptive. I was as eager to see this book in print as she was. After all, who doesn’t want to be famous? The money, the recognition, the photographers...the money. But I’d been stuck in here for weeks. I craved the nightlife. I had needs. And it was too quiet out here!

So here I was, perched before the computer, suffering from the munchies, visions of grandeur and writer’s block. I glanced at the clock above the kitchen table. Eleven p.m. Curses. If I’d been home, the frivolities would be commencing.

Then a bolt of lightning lit up the night sky. A few seconds later, the thunder barreled through bringing the rain. As the water trickled down the window pane, I typed my title:


If Pillows Could Talk

The Life and Times of a Tooth Fairy

[VLSmith]

You guys have written some great stories. Very creative.

[jacks girl]

great storieValerie

[melw]

The painting

I sighed; it has been a long day staring at the computer all day. It was my job to log in all the old paintings that were being auctioned the following week.

As I stared at this painting I gasped. There was something looking at me out of the ocean. There was a storm tossed tall ship but there was something just hidden behind a wave.

As soon as I could I made my way downstairs to the warehouse where all the paintings were housed until the selling date. I found the painting. I placed it on the table. Looking closer to the painting I knew what it was that I saw looking at me. It was a mermaid.

I am not the type to believe in too many mythical creatures, but mermaids I did. As a young child I was thrown overboard on a rough ocean crossing. I was sure I was going to drown and as if looking through a rainy window I saw this beautiful woman. She had lifted me until I had reached a life vest and left me safe.

I walked to the little cottage I called home and sighed. I felt like I had to find my mermaid. I looked up the books I had on mermaids and found the one I needed.

I walked to the ocean; I couldn’t seem to live away from it. I was sure I could see the blond haired mermaid flip her tail and go back to her home of the deep.

MEL i couldn't do word count on computer i was on.

[Laina]

Sweet Tooth Heaven
Word Count: 496

A bright light beckons me to enter a world of the unknown. Curious I, a ten-year-old girl, touch the flashing light; I soar above the oceans, the planets and the heavens. I pass a mythical planet of strange looking creatures along the way to my destination. I flew so fast I jolted when I entered an unknown cosmos of Gingerbread cottages created with cookies and candy.

As I walk I my eyes focus in on a candy, bubblegum and chocolate cigarette fence. I see green frosting with rock candy hanging atop of upside down ice cream cones that grow alongside the front porch. Hershey Chocolate Bar shutters dress the windows with red rope licorice as their frame and adorned with bit’o’honey windowsills.

The M&M cobbled sidewalk is decorated on either side with sugar daddys, whistle pops, candy canes and pixy sticks.

Chiclets gum shingles covers the roof. The cottage’s gingerbread siding, painted a beautiful dark chocolate color has accents of colorful candy pebbles.

A wreath of Hershey’s kisses with a ribbon candy bow greeted me at the front door. As I approach the cottage door I step on a wafer cookies porch way scared that they’d give way, but didn’t.

I cross the threshold of the vacated small cottage and breath in the aroma of molasses, ginger and cinnamon. Umm, sweet tooth heaven.

Approaching a graham cracker tabletop sprinkled with colored sugar, I touch tootsie roll legs, dusted with powdered sugar, not believing what I'm seeing. I sit down on a soft cushiony marshmallow chair, and bounce up and down. A centerpiece of long stick candy with floral, round, and spiral lollypops sitting in jellybean pebbles adorns the table.

A taffy book on the table contains every cookie and candy imaginable. Multi colored gumdrops shine bright for lights. Baseball card bubble gum covers each wall like sheetrock. Each room looks as though chopped nuts of various types are plastered onto the bubble gum for a textured look while candy buttons line the ceilings. I roam the rooms – my bare feet resting on soft cotton candy carpet tickling my toes.

I enter the kitchen; admiring the pez candy tiles beneath my feet and open sugar wafered cabinets with pinwheel knobs and candy cane handles.

Before my eyes, embedded into the clear lollypop looking counter tops, I see sugar babies, skittles, pinwheels, starlights, jelly rings, cracker jacks, circus peanuts, conversation hearts, red hots, candy corn, dots, dum dum pops, good n’ plenty, goobers, fruit slices, cinnamon discs, chocolate gold coins, boston baked beans, burnt peanuts, bottle caps, reeses pieces, fire balls, raisinettes, snow caps, life savors, jujifruits, gum balls, jar breakers, jelly nougats, jujibees, gummy bears and junior mints.

Just as I reach out for a sample, I see that same flashing light and I am back in my computer class, my teacher yelling my name. I look down at my homework to answer her question and I see a pile of candy. Ahh daydreaming, its the bomb.

[Laina]

Sorry Mel. It's not exactly like what you asked for, but its the best I can do.

You all did a great job! Nice variety as always.

[Tommie Lyn]

Cute story, VLSmith. And good job, Mel. And Laina, what a "sweet" story. You almost put me into a diabetic coma; had to go take some novolog, LOL.

Good job!

[melw]

Laina that is fine, definately a mythical land. Just like Willie Wonka.

Good job everyone,

MEL

[Cymrugirl]

Word count: 498 :)




From the depths of his prison, the boggart stirred. Sleeping, he dreamed of a cozy cottage on a green hill. How nice, he thought, to be small enough to fit inside a house again. In answer, his dream showed his own mountainous body lumbering, gasping for breath out of water, just outside the cottage door. And there, on a small red bench just under a brass letterbox, lay a black book whose cover simply said in large important looking letters, “Eat Me.”

The boggart recalled the saying, though from where he knew not. The thought was interrupted, however, by a distant purr at the back of his brain. A motorboat! At once, his eyes opened, taking in the black water around him, and he stretched his lithe body along the rocks beneath. Yes. He could still hear it. Yes! It was coming closer! Spurting out of the alcove, he performed a quick, happy roll.

What glorious fun to surface again and drive some poor, random soul mad! By tomorrow, tales would be spread from table to table, ear to ear, of the newest sighting of the creature! And then, for weeks, maybe months, people would flock round the edge of the loch, trying to catch a glimpse.

Perhaps, and here he held only the faintest hope, a MacGregor would come at last and break the spell.

For 300 years he had waited for that old family to find him. Surely one of them would hear of his shenanigans and hope to spy the creature in the loch! Then, and only then, could he go back to the warmth of a cottage, the delights of a kitchen, and a drawing room fire. Then, he thought with a sigh, he could he lie again in the sun, feeling its warmth on his skin, all while plotting his newest tricks on the children of MacGregor.

Lost in these splendid notions, he swam through the black, flipping algae and other debris out of the way. The mystery motor droned on like a giant bumblebee, but, as he drew close, began to sputter.

Circling? he thought, his long neck craning to see the boat’s faintly outlined bottom. Had they spotted him already? Not possible! for the water was too black. Yet, with a sput, sput, sput, the propellor stopped and the tiny vessel began to bob.

Just a quick look, he thought, ascending portside.

The sun was shining and it was raining, ever so slightly blurring his vision of The Bonny Blue, whose sky blue paint looked sad and faded. She was a fishing vessel, with a tiny aft cabin, through whose window he spied a young man holding a portable computer in his lap. His head, covered in copper curls, was bowed in grave consternation.

A good splash ought to do it.

Pounds of water suddenly rained down on the copper-headed stranger, and he jumped to his feet, spilling his laptop. Victorious, Nessie descended, but not before glimpsing a digital camera.

Cheese!

[Calrew1]

I think it is funny that the first two stories have something to do with people capturing love that would otherwise not be theirs. I'm not sure what the implications are but it is funny. (i'm just joking. it is so hard to be funny when you have a dry sense of humor and are just typing something out.) I'd like to try to write something here but i am afraid that my talent is not as grand as you guys talent seems to be. still, i shall try.

[Calrew1]

word count 304

The book lay open before him on the table. He looked at it once again through blurry eyes. He found the strange shapes and symbols frustrating and longed to know what they meant, but the pictures were clear, even to a brute like himself. Someone had done the drawing wrong. His brow was not so high and his teeth were not sharp. He nibbled nervously the potted plant he had found in the corner. These pictures showed tiny hairless monkeys wearing funny outfits cowering in fear before his distorted image. Did he really look so angry? Did he really seem so fierce?

Overwhelmed by anxiety and trepidation his heavy hand came down hard on the table, a bit to hard. The table collapsed under the shear force of the blow. He looked around the small cottage knowing that he’d be blamed for it all. The place had been ransacked but not by him. The young man in the corner was lifeless, but it wasn’t his fault. He had been brought here by the screams. He had come to bring aid, to help, to find a friend. But his help had come too late.

His ears perked at the coming raucous. Dogs were barking and the hairless monkeys were yelling. He peered through the broken window and could see them coming. He knew they would demand an accounting. He did all he knew to do. He ran. His big hairy feet clambered across the wooden floor smashing again the table and shattering various other bits of the monkey’s possessions. He made his way into the darkness of the woods turning and looking back just once before he slipped between the trees.

There would be no making friends today. Instead he was certain that this would paint him in a darker light, and so it did.

[Tommie Lyn]

LOL CymruGirl! Love the different view of Nessie from what we generally see -- Cheese! Good job!

And that's a fine first offering, Calrew. Good job! And, glad you decided to join in the fun.