Image Prompt 027 Response: Fall

Standard

I selected the Image of a stop along the Blue Ridge Parkway for my twenty-minute sprint this week.  If you’re looking for my A to Z post for today, come back in about an hour.  It will post at 10am EST.

 

Fall:

The yellowing leaves were the first thing he noticed as he stepped through the portal into the human’s world.  It had been a long time since he’d seen their world during the fall.

He took a few steps away from the portal, not wanting to interfere with it closing properly.  It would open again when he came back.  It always did.

It was sunny out as he began to meander through the trees.  He touched them as he passed, pleased that they seemed to be thriving.  He smiled as he passed moss and lichen covered rocks and plenty of smaller plants.  He frowned when he came across the fence.  Fences usually meant development and humans but he didn’t sense any nearby.

He followed the fence.  If the humans were developing things near his portal, he needed to know.  The magic of it usually kept humans away, but he’d heard stories about other portals that had ceased working when the humans built too close to it.

The fence led him to a smooth road made of a black substance he’d never seen before.  It seemed to radiate heat in the bright sunlight.  The road was larger than any he’d seen before.  He was used to narrow winding things that cut across his mountains.  This one had curves, but it seemed so wide and as he followed the line of it, he thought it might float out into the air further down.

Then something went past him on the road so quickly it created its own wind.

He blinked as the shiny object slipped into the distance.  What had that been?  He peered after it, but it quickly disappeared around a bend in the road.  When a second one came, he was ready, he tracked its movements, realizing it much be some kind of conveyance.  There were humans in it.  Fascinating.

He moved away from the road.  He needed to check on his holdings here, see if they were holding up.  There had been a groundskeeper last time he was here, but he suspected it had been long enough for the man to have passed away in the interim.  Humans had such short lives.

He made his way down the slope and through forest beyond, searching for the path he remembered.  It was difficult.  The humans had changed so much about his mountain.  He finally found the trail and made his way down toward the valley below.  He could see the little house he’d built.  From this distance it looked to be in good shape.

Image Prompt 027 – Cornwall & Blue Ridge Parkway

Standard

It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

2017-04-14 Image Prompt-027-1 - Cornwall Crusader Day Two05-05-10 020

2017-04-14 Image Prompt-027-2 - Blue Ridge Parkway08-10-12 028

Image Prompt 026 Response: Escape by the Cliffs

Standard

I selected the image of the Moher Cliffs for my twenty-minute sprint this week.

Escape by the Cliffs:

The fog was thick as Lea made her way slowly down the narrow path.  It was just a tiny strip of black dirt cutting through the grass at the edge of the cliff.  It was probably safe enough in daylight, but in the weak like just before dawn it was all she could do to put one foot in front of the other without slipping.  It had rained the night before, leaving the path and the grass equally slick and treacherous. Continue reading

Image Prompt 026 – Cliffs of Moher & Omaha Zoo Butterfly Sculpture

Standard

It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

2017-03-10 Image Prompt-026-1 - Shamrocker Tour05-04-22 023 Cliffs of Moher

2017-03-10 Image Prompt-026-2 - Omaha Zoo 2011-10-22 338

Image Prompt 025 Response – The Temple’s Magic Tree

Standard

I selected the moss-covered tree at Brookgreen Gardens image for my twenty-minute sprint this week.

The Temple’s Magic Tree:

Kyli crept along the wall slowly, her eyes sweeping the ground in front of her.  She didn’t want to step on a stick and make noise, or worse stumble and fall.  The moon was only a bare sliver in the sky, providing almost no illumination.  Thankfully Kyli could see well enough just by starlight to make her way down the wall toward the ancient trees.

If she made it that far, she’d be fine.  If the trees didn’t reject someone, the priests wouldn’t either.  She was technically doing the same ritual initiation that the temple apprentices did, she’ just didn’t exactly have permission. Continue reading

Image Prompt 025 – Golden Egg & Brookgreen Gardens

Standard

It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.

I’ve included two images to work from.  Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image.  You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.

If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.

I’ll be posting my own piece next week.

Golden Egg

2017-02-10-image-prompt-025-2-brookgreen-gardens-2013-03-08-295

Image Prompt 024 Response: Roommates

Standard

I selected the image of the college dorm apartment for my twenty-minute sprint this time.

Roommates:

Delia sighed as she set her bags down beside the door and closed it behind her.  Getting to Black Ashe this semester had been a nightmare.  She’d gotten booted off her flight twice and spent almost 36 hours in airports before she could even get on a plane.  She was just glad it was over and she wouldn’t have to deal with any of it again until summer.

“Is that our last roomie?” a voice asked from down the hall.

“Yeah.  Hi,” Delia called back.

A head popped out of the first room with black hair streaked with bright pink.  She was smiling, which Delia hoped was a good sign.

“I’ll be out in a sec to help you find your way around,” the girl called before her head disappeared again.

Delia inspected the common area while she waited.  They were all here already, and she knew at least one of her roommates was another shifter, so she should really greet her properly before moving too far into the apartment. Continue reading