Inspiration Monday XX

Looks like the list is growing longer again! Go ye, read and broaden your minds!

Drew recorded another song!

Mike and two and three

Barb

Kay

Scribbla

PianoLover

Chessie

Barb

RLW

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

 

The Prompts:*

 Is there anybody out there?

Lead role in a cage

I’m comfortably numb

Afraid to care

Rearrange me ’til I’m sane

 

Want to share your Inspiration Monday piece? Post it on your blog and link back to today’s post; I’ll include a link to your piece in the next Inspiration Monday post. No blog? Email your piece to me at stephanie (at) balcomagency (dot) com.

Plus, get the InMon badge for your site here.

Happy writing!

 * To celebrate the discovery of an online radio station that plays all Pink Floyd music, all of this week’s prompts are directly from or inspired by Pink Floyd lyrics. If you’ve never read any of those lyrics, I encourage you to look some up (with the disclaimer that there is some language and adult themes). They write like poets.

Inspiration Monday XIX

Happy Independence Day, Americans! Happy normal Monday, everyone else. Tonight is the end of a long glorious weekend involving fireworks, an insanely sparkly engagement ring (not my own : P), an epic phone call (which I couldn”t really hear due to said fireworks), the gratitude of strangers (reponsible for one of today’s prompts), and the rewriting of a scene to include a character getting shot in the gut! To quote Rebecca Black, “fun, fun, fun.”

The Rewriters continue to produce awesome work. Really, could life get any better? Read up!

Patti

Janel

Billie Jo

Kay

Mike

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

My dad never looks at me*

Sneezing stardust

A stranger’s thank you

She cried out in her sleep

I’m the only one who can’t

 

Want to share your Inspiration Monday piece? Post it on your blog and link back to today’s post; I’ll include a link to your piece in the next Inspiration Monday post. No blog? Email your piece to me at stephanie (at) balcomagency (dot) com.

Plus, get the InMon badge for your site here.

Happy writing!

 * Today’s first prompt brought to you by TragicPete.

July flash fiction: Independence Day

Let’s hope I practice what I preach.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted some real writing. I wrote this last week based entirely on the phrase “my cappuccino is a choppy sea” which came to me randomly. Maybe I should make it an InMon prompt.

We sit in the very center of the café, swaddled by the muted bustle of coffee mug chit chat. I’m staring down at a froth-topped cappuccino. Giant bowl. Tiny handle. I don’t think my fingers are that strong.

“We’re just not the same people we used to be,” he says. He is half apologizing to me, half justifying himself. He hopes I will look up. I take the spoon and swirl the foam into my coffee.

“We want different things now.”

But he doesn’t want something different. He just wants out. My cappuccino is a choppy sea, swishing and swirling and slapping up in waves against the sides of the cup.

“I just don’t think I can make you happy.”

But I am happy. At least, I was until he bought me this cappuccino, this wretched ugly storm I hold in my hands. For a moment, I feel like I’m drowning. Then I remember to swallow.

“I feel like I’m holding you back.”

What does he even mean? Nothing. Nothing at all. Just sounds to fill the vacuum as I mop up a caramel-colored drip from the table with my sleeve. Now my sleeve is sticky. Stupid, stupid. Where are the napkins? He disappears for a moment and returns with a stack. But what thin paper handkerchief could soak up this ocean?

Why can’t he just ask me to look at him? Why can’t he have the guts to make me face him? Because he’s nicer than he is good. If he had been good, he would never have chased after me, or begged for my phone number, or paid for my dinner, or made me addicted to his smile. He would have known that he would get bored with me, and he would have left me alone. Because he wants excitement and flirtation and impassioned wrestling bouts. But I want a hand to hold, and a soul to talk to, and a band on my finger.

No, he is only nice. Guilt is his only motivation to be good. And he is not what I wanted. I wish that made it easier. I wish it meant I could flash him a smile and walk out with my chin up. But my heart is stronger than my pride. One little crack, and everything else stops working. It’s raining on my cappuccino sea, now.

“You’ll be so much better off without me,” his voice is gentler, but only because it makes him uncomfortable to see me cry.

“What you mean,” I croak out after another swallow and a few clearings of the throat. “Is that you will be better off without me.”

He makes an objection, but it is weak, and empty.

“But that’s alright,” I still can’t look at him. “You can have your life. I don’t think I want it any more. Buy me another coffee?”

He blinks and stares and eventually stutters, “uh, sure.”

“Make it to-go.”

Inspiration Monday XVIII

Fewer submissions this week, as it is officially Summer! Thanks to the Rewriters still pumping out words this week, and all worth reading (or listening to, as is sometimes the case!). In other news, I was interviewed last week by Rewriter Marantha (and flattered as all get out).

Read up, folks! /

Lady Nimue

Drew composed and produced a song in a day!

SAB Inspirations

Patti

Jenna

Mike

Jinx

Barb

The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

Eternally five minutes* 

Voices of the wind*

Ancient astronaut

I dreamed this

A reason to fight

 

Want to share your Inspiration Monday piece? Post it on your blog and link back to today’s post; I’ll include a link to your piece in the next Inspiration Monday post. No blog? Email your piece to me at stephanie (at) balcomagency (dot) com.

Plus, get the InMon badge for your site here.

Happy writing!

* Today’s first and second prompts brought to you by TragicPete and Wynonna Judd (the song Testify to Love)