My Storytelling Mind

"I came from a book. I'm just trying to find which one." Find this blurb on Pinterest !

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"Hurry up!"  "Wait! I've never been in this part of the garden before!"  "I'm sure Grandmother won't mind. Come on!"  "But..."  "It's just plants. What could possibly happen?" Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Hobbit (c) Sam Moore.

Werifesteria (Old English): (v) To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Kathrin Loges & Jan Wunderlich.

The water rushed out of the painting, in an inexplicable hurry to escape from one reality to another. The clouds, ominous and silent, that drifted across the walls behind the gilded frame confused her even more as the water filled the space around her bare feet. As she lifted the hem of her dress, the water rose, its own tides and currents slowly being born in this small subconscious room. She couldn't decide if she wanted to wake up, or swim the vast ocean that her imagination offered. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: Lost Boat (c) Silvia15, DeviantArt

He fell asleep on one of the chairs in the living room, shoes caked with mud. The metal detector, a well-earned tool of fantasy, leaned against the garden door, its batteries nearly as exhausted as its owner. He slept with dirt on his shoes and hands, with ringing in his ears from the machine's teasing beeps, and with a persistent vision in his mind's eye of long-buried mysteries. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Daniyel Lowden.

It was only a flash, a split-second look behind her well-kept mask. She caught only a glimpse of golden glare, the kind of eyes she could only imagine a dragon to own. But the glimpse disappeared as quickly as she'd spotted it; for all she knew, it was her own eyes playing tricks on her. Her instinct knew better. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

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Prompt: 100,000 years in the future, the Earth is one giant city, the lower levels long ago abandoned. One day an elevator starts to ascend from level 00. "Now we have to wait a good half hour for it," Dave said, crossing his arms.  Mark hardly looked up from the thick folder his nose was stuffed in. "Probably someone's idea of a joke."  "Oh, shut it, Mark," Dave muttered, as the elevator cleared level 14. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"I think I love the rain, because I am a mermaid who lives too far from the ocean." He found her sitting outside in the storm, soaked to the skin and smiling like a contented fool. He dragged her inside amidst protests and ignored her the next morning when she pointed out she hadn't caught a cold. He hadn't expected the desert to get so much rain. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

They danced with the stars that night, not caring if their dresses were ruined. Their friends, would-be dates had they bought the overpriced tickets, stood on the shore, dress shoes in hand and black slacks rolled up. Neither understood them, watching with some discomfort and gazing around as if guilty of trespassing. But the ocean didn't persecute trespassers, only welcomed them in its flowing waves. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"Shouldn't you be taking pictures of the snow?" she asked, when she finally noticed his camera.  "It's not as pretty..." he started, and cleared his throat. "Besides, I got plenty this morning."  She smiled and looked around, adjusting her heavy coat.  "I haven't been outside in so long," she said, glancing at him again. He nodded. "Father will be furious when he finds out." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: (c) Selenada , DeviantArt.

She stopped coming down for meals. The rare moments he saw her, she was staring out the window, ignoring the book she claimed to be reading. She claimed to be happy, too, but he knew she just didn't want his pity. That she was forced into their marriage didn't help her opinion of him. But this despondency was new and he refused to consider the only possible reason: she was in love. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: Summer Solitude (c) Deborah Bays.

No one could argue that his garden wasn't the finest in the area. And no one did. Every year, the flowers seemed more vibrant, more lush, and more fragrant than the year before. Although no one ever saw Mr. McHenry in his garden, it never seemed unkempt. That's why the first weeds were immediately noticed, followed by browning leaves and wilting petals. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

When he drew the hands, hypothetically pulling the paper open, he hadn't expected anyone on the other side to find the opening. To be honest, he hadn't expected anyone on the other side at all. But she wasn't just anyone, was she? Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: (c) Ramon Bruin.

Alice didn't go to the funeral; she visited later, when no one would be there to see. She hadn't expected anyone else to have the same idea. From a spot not far away, she watched him carefully place a bouquet of yellow tulips against the headstone. The chief of police certainly knew the villain well. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"Ryan!" The earth, supposedly so solid, gave way beneath him, leaving him dangled on the edge of a collapsing cliff.  "I told you we should have brought those climbing supplies," he said, grunting as his right hand searched for a more secure hold.  Kneeling above him, she asked, "Are you okay?"  "Ask me when I'm not hanging off a cliff." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Alex Stoddard.

"Hey!" She lowered her camera, squinting at one of the dilapidated windows. "Hey, you!" She stepped forward, cautiously, until she saw him, just sitting there and watching. "No one's s'pposed to be here," he said. She shrugged. "Well, you're here." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Pasha (c) Мария Петрова .

"You're going to shoot me, Sarah?" he asked, wiping the mud from his face.  "No more tricks. No more stupid fights. It's over," she said, switching off the safety.  He waited and she waited. Perhaps she hoped he would drop dead of his own accord and save her the pain of shooting him herself. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Nikki Lane.

Master of Birds by Rene Aigner She never spoke. He supposed the biggest reason for that was the cumbersome mask that covered the majority of her face. There were few precious moments when her eyes could tell him enough - they sparkled when she might have laughed, drooped in disappointment, and narrowed with dissatisfaction. He could read her when no one else could, which was why she chose him as her lieutenant. And he loved her. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

The funeral had gone well; she watched from a hiding spot in the trees, draped in heavy black. The ravens reported the details of the event - who was there, who wasn't there, what everyone refused to say - and she found herself smirking through the rest of the day. How could no one see that he was murdered? Find this blurb on Pinterest !

It wasn't as though the two worlds, so to speak, had never communicated. But, when that wall came down, it was truly the meeting of two alien cultures. Suddenly, there was no wall, no obstruction, and he could see houses - normal houses, normal neighbors, normal gardens... But the mystery of the wall nagged at him. Why force such an unnecessary separation? Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Prompt: (c) Promptuarium .

I will be the first to admit I have little musical talent. My parents and my brother all play various instruments - and have rather nice voices - but I've been left out of the gene pool on that side of music. However, classical music or film scores have been a passion of mine since I was young; I had more John Williams or Hans Zimmer on my iPod than whoever was popular during my middle school days (I'm hopeless in the contemporary genres). Around high school, I discovered online radio sites, like Pandora, which could offer lots of music I enjoyed while introducing me to new music. However, I also discovered that Pandora and Spotify are kind of annoying. I. Just. Want. Decent. Music. Then I discovered 8tracks . In a world of irritating online radio sites, here was one I actually had some control over. Here, I could create a real playlist that would then act as a radio: the actual songs aren't publicly listed, nor can you skip through more than three tracks at a time. ...

She found it open; she told herself that on repeat a few times, convinced someone would discover her sneaking about where she surely shouldn't be. Edging closer, she peeked behind the book-laden door. "Oh. Oh, no."  She should have known that glimpse would lock her into absolutely having to know. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Austrian National Library, Vienna (c) Amanda Rust, Flickr .

The stairs rose from the darkness of the canopy, illuminated only by a spare sunbeam. Few knew exactly where the gilded steps led; few returned from the pilgrimage. Some said the destination was different for everyone, but none knew how it was chosen. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: (c) inSahne, DeviantArt.

When one thinks of voyeurism, you might think first of Alfred Hitchcock (not that you shouldn't). In everyday life, voyeurism and observation are important parts of being a writer. I've often sat on a park bench, scribbling down bits and pieces of conversations as people passed or trying to come up with stories for various passers-by. Voyeurism is similar; living in a college apartment complex, I have insight into multiple apartments and I overlook a courtyard from which I can hear pretty much anyone walking by. Lately, there's been a consistent passer-by, at nearly any time of day (or night), who starts laughing. like, for real, bro? There doesn't seem to be cause for the laughter outbursts. They just start - large guffaws followed by small cackles, in that pattern - and keep going for a few minutes. And then he just stops. I never hear a television or radio or other person in the vicinity, nothing that could prompt such intense laughter, but there must be some...

"I told her not to go," he shouted at the stable boys.  "Sorry, Mr. Cartwright," one of the boys muttered.  "This is her wedding day, Stobbs!" Mr. Cartwright roared.  She could hear his voice over the wind as she rode over the hill, gazing at the large estate she would shortly marry into.  "To become an ornament of a property so fine, he must really love the look of me," she said, and patted the horse comfortingly. After another moment, she started the horse off. "Back to work, ol' girl." Find this blurb on Pinterest !

The unveiling had taken her by surprise. She instantly recognized herself when he pulled the heavy fabric from the frame. Even with the faces partially obscured she knew exactly what it meant: he had seen her that day, all those months ago, at the rehearsal he had denied ever walking into. Now she knew why he didn't pick her up, why he called off dinner, and why the ring she found in his coat never ended up on her finger. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Art: Love Story 2 (c) Anna Razumovskaya.  

"Well, he came to school like that, you see. Nervous and jumpy, tight grip on his bag, too, like someone could steal it any moment," the girl said, a large gossipy grin on her face as she leaned toward the man.  "He came like that, you say? Did you see him?" the man asked, scribbling in a small notebook.  "Well, no. But my friend nearly bumped into him as he came in, and he looked like he'd seen a ghost, she said," the girl replied.  "Tight grip on his bag?" the detective repeated. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Teen Wolf .

She could hear the hoof beats as she settled down in the grass. Taking a deep breath, she tucked her head down until all that could be seen, if one looked particularly carefully, were her wide eyes. The horses came up the path and paused.  "Two weeks we've been riding," grunted one of the riders, uniform adorned with medals. The leading soldier pulled his horse around.  "The search ends when you find her, Daly," he replied. Daly bowed his head, and the group continued up the path away from her hiding place. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) PlastikStars , DeviantArt

Magnus, thoroughbred son of Midas, was the most prized horse of the royal court. He was the queen's steed, much to the chagrin of the royal prince, and his loyalty never wavered. He refused to be ridden by any other member of the court, until the little princess arrived. Magnus would be her constant protector as the queen's health failed and the little princess was left on her own, with an ambitious half-brother and a distant father. Magnus became her friend. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Shannon TK, Flickr.