My Storytelling Mind

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 .

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...

The basement swirled below her as she yanked and pulled on the handcuffs holding her to the railing. Whoever decided that chaining her to the railing would ensure the completion of initiation was an idiot. It was probably the same idiot who thought it was a good idea to initiate people in the abandoned lighthouse, she thought to herself, as the dark mass of water continued creeping up the stairs. Find this blurb on Pinterest . Photo: (c) Thomas Prior

He stared at her, and she at him, watching the time pass in her eyes. "Not possible," he muttered; she only smiled. He was a man of science, but the longer he stared, the more he felt himself fading away, as if his time was passing faster and faster. The hands passing over her iris seemed to circle faster and faster until, as silently as it had begun, he was gone, dust upon the ground. She glanced at his followers; they had seen a Gorgon's power and would never forget it. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: Unknown.

Inspiration for breakfast by Jennet Liaw Good morning, wordsmiths! In case I haven't said so already, I'm a major procrastinator. There isn't anything I won't procrastinate if it's an obligatory task - like homework or laundry or exercising or even writing sometimes. Hence my love of lists. I can list out what I need to do and work through the list in increments rather than being overwhelmed by just knowing I have to do everything. Today: A glass of water - I always wake up thirsty. Household tasks - A clean home is a creative home. Breakfast - Honey Nut and lowfat milk. Mmmm. Reading Challenge - Check back at 10am. Class prep - I told you. I procrastinate on homework. Dinosaur study - Midterm season is upon us. School time - 2 to 4pm, all about Imagination & Creativity. Grocery list - Yes, I do math before I shop. I'm on a budget. Watch new episodes of my shows - Bob's Burgers and The Flash, anyone? Anyone? Other blog work -...