Eclectic Corner #6 Story & Photography Prompt
Fictional Writing & Photography
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Here is a brief summary:
- Write your post then please create a link on your post to this one – this way it shows in the comments and doubly alerts me and shows others quickly of your participation.
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- The InLinkz will close Friday 20th February 2015
Firstly I want to say a big thank you to all of you that joined me either by posting or blog hopping and saying hello to everyone that entered
We had 7 entries all in all and nearly all of them made me cry, LOL, I wasn’t expecting that. Some made me laugh and all were excellent. The InLinkz page is still open with everyone’s pieces, if you have not popped by yet to read up on them please do it is well worth it, here is the page: InLinkz Eclectic Corner #5
Some of you I know were nervous about writing and I was really touched at the pieces that came through. Some of you found that the prompt spurred you to write something non-fictional as it was prevalent ‘right here, right now’. Those ones really made me cry and as such I am very touched by all the words and opening up of vulnerability and love that we have for our four legged friends.
What is happening this week?
This week I am providing a snippet of a fictional story. I have given lots of loose detail which will hopefully be fun to work with, and purposely missed out details that would effectively determine too much of the story.
I would like to invite you to do one or two things, they are:-
- To take a photograph that to you encompasses something about what you have just read, a depiction of a part or all of the story. If you could then write a little bit about how the photo links to the text, what it means to you.
- I would like you to continue the story, there is no length limit on the text, I leave it up to your imagination, can be one short sentence or a novel – LOL. I would love to see how someone might finish this off.
Story & Photography Prompt
The easel stood proudly before her, placed exactly where the artist’s eye would get the best view. The empty canvass would have wriggled in excitement if it could, waiting for just one splash of colour to take away its starkness.
The woman rested back a moment in her chair. The garden ahead gave its own glorious canvass of colour as the forest and fields behind created a nice backdrop, a small sigh escaped recently moisturised lips.
Mossy green eyes now took a leisurely look upon the multitude of squeezed tubes, brushes and array of artist’s tools, her slender pale fingers twitching, eager to start. There was just the twitter of birds interrupted by the snore of a lazy house dog as the cat meandered back and forth between her legs.
The sun peeked its rays through the haze of branches, splintering in to more rays to dust upon the petals and grass, a smile creasing upon her lips as the warmth radiated through clement veins. A splash of gold and russet found itself being placed upon the canvass, the emerging of what, she was not sure at this precise time, her art always morphing as the day went on.
Resting a moment after a few brushstrokes the wooden handle found itself twiddling and twisting between fingers like a baton, the clouds making an eager appearance nudging against the toasty rays, drowning them out.
Saturated greenery suddenly became lacklustre as a shiver ran down her spine, the hairs of the brush now coated in darker and deeper shades, sweeping across now wetter and more colourful canvas.
There was a tussle and a ruffle as the sun fought its way back, today was going to be one of those days. Resting back in to her chair lids closed a moment, distractions always trying to pry her away from intended task as the warmth kissed her lips.
Memories floating back to that bar, the hustle and bustle of urban life, the opposite of her now rural existence. That kiss, so different to the kiss of sunshine, that kiss that tasted of whisky and cigars, the stubble burning her skin as she gasped, surprising herself at the memory, it invoking tingles to rage through her body, goosebumps erupting everywhere.
Breathing in deeply, she resisted the necessity to open her eyes, enjoying the memory, though it had faded, another sigh, this one of disappointment. Sadness swept through her veins, lashes lifting to survey rural surroundings once more.
A jolt went through her body at the crude sharp sound of a trilling bell, the phone, it obliterating any vestiges of memory, any moment of calm as she lifted up to go and answer it…..
© Justine Nagaur Eclecticoddsnsods.com
If you could please copy/paste the text I have written in to your post that you will use, then your photograph and or end of story, making a clear distinction between where mine ends and your’s starts, so others can find it easily, that would be wonderful, thank you.
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