My Storytelling Mind

She had tried so very hard to let go of the past, of her body, of her mind, and of her soul; but he had stopped her, pulled her mere moments away from her peace. Weakened from the attempt, she could only mutter, "No," and hope he took pity on her miserable existence. But he didn't. He wrapped her in his love and a warm blanket, and brought her home. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

Graveyard names outnumber the list of the living, and cemeteries have become the new apartment homes once hated so much. And now those buildings lay dormant, empty, abandoned. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

He bent down over the small girl, looking up at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile, and handed her a single solitary rose from his garden. She thanked him, and glanced around the hall that was to become part of her home. He watched her, slightly nervous, but she seemed to accept the somewhat gloomy nature of the hall. "Can I see my room?"  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Visit this blurb's storyboard, currently untitled as New Thought 2 . Art: Svetoslav Petrov.

She scratched her foot as she adjusted the coloring of the scene she had painted. The door opened behind her but she didn't turn as the visitor fought to push the door open against various debris.  "Still at it?" he asked when he finally got in.  "I'm always at it," she replied, squeezing more paint onto the palette.  "Do you have to work here?" he asked, tapping an old window with the toe of his polished shoe.  "If you don't like it, you don't have to come see me," she replied. He sighed.  Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"Save her, redeem her."  "She doesn't need redemption. She needs our help." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: High Tide. (c) Kiara Rose, Flickr.

"I do so love the sound of moonlight."  "The sound?"  "There's a certain music, a pure and calming song."  "I don't hear anything."  "Not everyone does, poor things." Find this blurb on Pinterest !

Abandoned places have their own stories, buried under years of dust, decay, and possible overgrown plantlife. As prompts, abandoned buildings provide valuable exercise: your writing must be the shovel to uncover those old, forgotten stories. For exercise this weekend, and to get into that creepy Halloween mood, try some of these photo prompts: A House and Its Car via Content in a Cottage An old house with an old car doesn't seem so unusual on its own until you consider the fact that most people take their cars with them when leaving their home. Even in emergencies, people tend to use their cars as fast transportation, as opposed to the slower transportation of their feet. The Old Fortune-Teller via mrscaptainmonkeypants , Flickr. Was it a machine? A person? Who sits behind the glass waiting to answer your questions about life, the universe, and everything? More importantly, what would happen if you slipped a few dollar bills through the pay slot? Even now, wit...

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"And you thought they wouldn't have anything to talk about," whispered Lady Rossvale. Lord Beresford smiled, turning his back to the girls.  "Does Helen know?" he asked. Lady Rossvale stopped smiling.  "Of course not," she replied, quietly. "We made an agreement; I honored it." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: DeviantArt Characters (c) Maude Roberts, Art (c) 2008.