I love the openness of this photo. The wide space, the poise of the subject, the bulge of her wrap – is she carrying something? Hurriedly wrapping up as she leaves? Is she leaving? Or being called back? What IS going on here?
You have one week. 150 words. And the Visual Dare tab (see above) if you need to revisit the FAQs, or simply want a cool VisDare badge to show off on your blog. Post entries in the comments below – or a link to your blog, if you prefer.
Happy writing!
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March 22, 2016 at 9:49 pm
That was great fun! Here’s the link to my post: http://starvingactivist.com/blog/2016/03/22/visdare-130-returning/
March 29, 2016 at 7:41 pm
Comment posted on your blog! 🙂
March 23, 2016 at 9:47 am
You came, in this infinite solitude, on the edge of the lake. Last night I fetched you from the small town: you were dead tired, I had to carry you to your room.
And this morning, early, I saw you, standing in the silence, the calm, icy water half way to your knees, the black shawl over your shoulder. For long minutes we were immobile, taking in the immaculate beauty of these shores.
No words are needed. It has been so long: I know now that you will stay. All these years I hoped, alone. Perhaps you did, too.
You are here. The world is reborn, the trees are alive, and black is the water at your feet.
Soon, Spring will come, and we’ll walk through forests so old we will have to relearn their tongue – but maybe, you, will remember.
I look into your eyes, deeper than the lake.
https://ofglassandpaper.com/2016/03/23/visdare130-possibility/
March 29, 2016 at 7:41 pm
Posted on your blog too, but —- wow. Such beautiful, lyrical prose. More, please!
March 24, 2016 at 4:56 pm
Here’s mine http://www.agincourtdb.com/2016/03/the-lady-of-lake.html
March 24, 2016 at 8:12 pm
With eyes closed, Elise took a deep slow breath in. A scintillating cocktail of aromas joined with the delicious warmth of the lapping water, caressing her legs, making her senses dance.
Elise slowly opened her eyes as she breathed out. Her smile widened and she almost gasped at the sheer beauty of nature surrounding her.
Sounds! Oh the sounds were exotic, comforting, hypnotic.
A lone tear trickled halfway down her cheek….a tear of pure elation, warmed and absorbed by the blazing sun.
She breathed in deeply again. Elise felt she could stay in this magical place forever. It was just perfect. Could life be any better than this? She truly felt her heart could burst with joy.
“That’s your bed bath all done dearie”. Elise watched as the nurse left her bedside in the hospice. She smiled. Whatever else life had taken from her, it couldn’t take her wonderful imagination.
March 25, 2016 at 5:45 am
I adore this 🙂 So clever, and you’ve captured tha essential art of a short pierce – a pleasing “twist” at the end. Thanks.
March 29, 2016 at 9:47 pm
Wow. You absolutely captured the moments – both the internal and external, and kept the note of hope in both. Wonderful entry.
March 26, 2016 at 5:49 am
Thank you Wombat37 🙂 x
March 26, 2016 at 10:34 am
The center of the river!
She had always heard that if she ventured beyond the valley she must stick to the center of the river. She would be safe there.
She had spent the last two days travelling this waterway. Sometimes she could wade, sometimes she had to swim but so far she had remained safe, just as the elders had said she would.
She had food enough for one more day, two if she was careful. She thought she should have found him by now. She could still make it home with the food she had; or she could continue her search and hope she found him before she had to risk moving to the bank to forage. That, she knew, would not be safe.
Did she love him that much?
March 29, 2016 at 9:49 pm
Oh, wow….what an intriguing idea. Now I really MUST know….what happens if she leaves the heart of the river? Must be awful, for her to weigh her love for her beloved like that, whether it’s worth the risk. Great entry!
March 27, 2016 at 10:30 am
The girl laughed. “I have to tell you the rules.” She tapped me on the shoulder. “You can walk right through all the walls to all the domes. They don’t really exist.” She laughed. “People think they do. People think they’re safe inside their worlds. Protected from the evils and dangers outside their controlled, managed lives.”
“The domes aren’t solid?”
“Nope. They’re imaginary.” She put her hands on her hips, “Except for the one you first came out of.” She shook her head. “That one’s real.”
“I can’t go back inside?”
“Nope. You can never go back to what was. That’s the past. It’s forever gone.” She looked around, at the other domes, “But imagine this. You have the possibility of exploring everybody’s domes!” Then, she walked into a nearby stream, and walked down it’s middle. “Go explore, you! Have fun!”
And she was gone.
145 Words
@LurchMunster
March 29, 2016 at 9:51 pm
“Go explore, you! Have fun!” <— best words yet in this ongoing story. The world really is the POV character's playground. So MANY possibilities! Love this. Another fabulous entry! (And still loving how all of yours build together, one on the other.) 😀
March 27, 2016 at 9:21 pm
He tricked her with a spiked, yummy treat. She awoke on a sailboat, moored on a hidden waterway. He removed her scaly skin, and two human legs replaced her bottom half.
“Please let me go,” she cried.
He shook his head. “With time you’ll learn to love me.” He stowed her skin in a trunk, pocketed the key and climbed onto the deck for a drink.
As tears fell, she crooned a mournful song that floated out, over the water, encircling the boat. The vessel swayed, and the man’s head bobbed until his chin rested on his chest. She sang of sea storms as she took the key from his pocket and unlocked the trunk. She sang of whales as she tucked her scaly skin in her shawl and climbed off the boat. She sang of danger of exploring the shoreline as she waded into the water and slowly submerged.
March 29, 2016 at 9:59 pm
Oooo. A neatly packaged fairy tale, in under 150 words. WOW. So well executed. I love how you glimpse earlier chapters of the story in her song, as she slowly sings her escape. 🙂
March 28, 2016 at 7:48 am
“Can you see the girl Billy? Her standing out there in the river.”
“Of course I can Jimmy. I’m not blind. Now, are we going or not?”
“Hang on Billy, we can’t just ignore her.”
“Just leave it mate. If we hurry we’ll get a pint in before the pub closes.”
“Are you not curious Billy? I mean, who is she?”
“I know who she is Jimmy. Her name’s Sally Jones and we’re best not getting involved. Now, can we please go?”
“You’re a heartless bastard Billy Smith. I’m going to see if she’s OK.”
“I wouldn’t do that Jimmy, not if you…”
But Jimmy wasn’t listening. As he strode into the water the girl turned. On the river bank Billy looked away in case her eyes met his. He kept them shut until the noise of the splashing subsided. When he opened them the river was still and empty save for a pool of blood floating on the surface.
@mj51day
160 words
March 28, 2016 at 9:10 am
She asked me to stop the car, she says ” I remember this spot” I wait and watch as she steps out into the creek. She says ” I was only a child when my father brought me here, I wish he was here with me now.”
She comes back up on shore the wistful look is gone now it’s time to continue the journey to her childhood home.
March 29, 2016 at 10:02 pm
Such a crisp, poignant snapshot. Haunting, even, though there are so few words. So glad you took the time to participate in the VisDare!
Took a look at your blog – prayers to you on your journey. Hope to see more entries from you in the future! Don’t forget to tag your entries with your Twitter name, if you have one. I love to give shout-outs to my VisDare regulars there, whenever I can. 🙂
March 29, 2016 at 10:14 pm
I was on a break at work most of my stories tend to be kind of short anyway. I started with poetry and now I’m trying creative writing. I quit Twitter it’s either boring or time consuming I can’t find a middle ground there …so I left. I’m really having fun with this and thank you for your reply back.