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“If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing badly.”The purpose of the #JustWrite prompts is to encourage the writing practice itself. You can write your prompt from the picture or the title. Don’t think. Don’t edit. Just write.
When you respond to someone else’s writing practice, please do so with something nice and encouraging about the writing. If you can, find something specific and concrete to praise, but remember we’re not expecting perfection from this practice. What we’re really praising is the effort.
There are only three rules for #JustWrite:
1) No editing.
2) No criticizing.
3) Have fun.
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Yellow wood…
Lost in Oz.
Looking for the Frost,
Finding only Sandburg.
None of the wiz,
All of the cheese,
Still, something pretty
‘neath the leaves
Four walk together,
Skip, and stroll,
Camaraderie
In the beauty of nature.
Mike, I love everything you submit for just write. I’m not just saying that because it’s against the rules to be critical. Please tell me that you’re submitting your writing to markets? My favorite part here was “Looking for the Frost / Finding only Sandburg”. Thanks as always for playing along!
kimberlycreates recently posted..wiscon 35
Be it for the rules or no, thanks always for having such kind responses.
And thanks again for hosting these– I enjoy them quite a lot 
It’s been a while since I’ve submitted anything. Then again my writing habits have gotten… Always been bad :-/ I write best in the early morning, when I’m usually either asleep or just going to… Dawns on me now that I’ll stand a much better chance embracing that and trying to shift my schedule than trying to shift the time.(woah… Tmi tangent ^_^)
Just Write is on temporary hiatus while I fight off political ragnarok here in Wisconsin. Please do stay tuned though–we will return to our regularly scheduled programming…eventually.
The light in the crystal shone less severely as we walked through the transitioner road. Ahead, behind us, viewing ourselves as we walked. The sensation of my beating heart thrilling as we moved into the world of a joyous new day. Together, after all that horrible nightmare reflections in the chimera roadstop. I never imagined we would make it out friends. Looking at Yorri stumbling along on his crutches, I saw him finally showing a little less depression and walking with more vigor. We hated each other, now we were friends again, better than before. I couldn’t explain it. The wind picked up and washed over us like a wave of oceanic current, then we were back. I suddenly felt hungry. Grace rubbed her face and said, “I’m so tired. Who’s up for coffee?” I cleared my throat, struggled for a moment with my regained speech. Terri, easygoing as always, though this time I knew where the weakness in her lie and I felt so damn much for her now. She smiled that cool, breathtaking smile of hers and laughed. “Is there even a Bannings anymore?” “Yes,” I croaked. “We have one wherever we go now.”
You, sir, are a tease. I want the rest of this story. I don’t so much have a favorite part here, what I love about this little snippet is that it implies so much more. And I want the rest of it!
kimberlycreates recently posted..wiscon 35
I just made it all up! You don’t need to know the rest because now you know how it ends! I hope you have enough “material” for your hypothesis now.
Pardon my butchered Latin: post extremus res? I’m with Kim on the tease part — this is the two vast, trunkless legs and half-buried shattered visage of Ozymandias. The end of the statue that whispers rumors of the grandeur that built it.
A very well done tease that I should want to know the how and why of them after so small a window on their epilogue.
Thanks for the thumbs-up Mike. I feel bad about being a tease, but I got nothin’ after that. These sorts of things, like a lot of improv, can sometimes come up with weird glimpses you hadn’t counted on. Maybe it isn’t the end so much as the beginning!
I say tease meaning only the best– nothing to feel bad about. It just means that in a short span you’ve managed to give the impression of so much more unseen, and that is to your credit.
And I like that way of looking at it– an ending is just the beginning of something else.
Good to know. I wondered how I ended up in the legislature!
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lol Hopefully next week we’ll be back to normal–at least on my blog.
The harvestmen came just as the leaves and light turned the wood to spun gold. Deep from within the forest. Four of them. Like riders from the apocalypse. Striding out of the wilds into town.
Outside, young children hid behind their sisters skirts, sucking their thumbs. Inside, mothers closed the windows and hurried the little ones in before barring the doors. Fathers took their eldest sons by the shoulders, instructing them in hushed tones. But it was too late.
The harvest had come. And the harvestmen had come to collect.
Grandma used to tell me “The harvestmen’ll getcha.” Terrified, I would check under my bed and in my closet every night before laying down to sleep. Then I would lay there, covers pulled up to my chin–isometmes completely over my head–frozen with fear. Ever creak of the house. Every sigh of the wind. Every whisper in the trees. The harvestmen are coming.
Very tense
A palpable sort of dread develops towards the end– I particularly liked the last few lines, moving from house to wind to tree. It felt as if the harvestmen were pounding against the house, filling the air outside, and peering in the window from the trees.
(apologies for my incredibly late hit on round two, here)