Writing exercise 172

Hello everybody!

Was your week tiresome? Maybe this little writing exercise will help you relax. The drabble was prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again. Here it is:

2019/03/30 – Bath (Drabble)

Utterly exhausted you enter the bathroom, your most comfortable pyjamas in hand for laters. You sit down on the rim of the bath tub and turn on the hot water. Your tired gaze wanders over the bottles of bath supplements until you randomly pick the dark blue liquid and pour some into the running water. Instantly a pleasant flowery smell evaporates into the air as bubbles form on the surface of the water. You sigh, already starting to relax. Taking off your sweaty clothes you slide into the water, lean back and close your eyes. You have earned this. Enjoy!

Writing exercise 171

Hi!

Another week has gone by, and the weather still isn't any better. But fear not, I have a haiku for you, prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society.

2019/03/20 – Day at the Beach (Haiku)

Sunshine and ocean

Isn't this what we dream of?

A day at the beach

Writing exercise 170

Hello again!

Has it really been 170 weeks already? :O
Today I have a German sonnet for you, prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again.
Here it is:

2019/03/12 – First Kiss (German sonnet)

First kiss the morning goodbye

In your throat grows a lump

Into the world to take the jump

Yet you leap with a curious eye

Next bid the afternoon farewell

You have played together all day

Until there's nothing left to say

Enjoyed the stories to tell

And when the evening falls

And the nightingale calls

You lay down in your bed

Dream of the morning bliss

Of another bittersweet first kiss

And not a single tear be shed

Writing Exercise 169

Hello!

I'm still working on the prompts a member of the Dead Pete Society gave me, so have another drabble this week! :D

2019/03/06 – Fireworks (Drabble)

Merry chatter and music playing around you; happy people crowd the place, shoulder to shoulder the throng of visitors sways painfully slowly forward. Somehow you manage to find some space off to the side, filling a gap where you can finally breathe. A little forlornly you stare into the sky. It is dark, yet you can hardly see the stars. Suddenly all lights wink out; the music stops and a murmur tides through the crowd like a wave. A bang. The people let out a collective noise as colours flit across the sky, twinkling, blinking, raining down. Finally, the fireworks.

Writing Exercise 168

Good morning!

Today's prompt was again requested by a member of the Daed Pete Society, and it made me think about big things that started out small...
Here is what I thought:

 

2019/02/26 – First Time (free verse)

First Time

Came into existence

The universe unfolded

With a bang

And expanded at an increasing pace

Forming stars and galaxies

That flew into the growing space

All things made from matter

In a Circle of

Evolution

Revolution

Convolution

Life and Death

Revolving around black holes

Where no one knows

Why no one knows

How no one knows

Time dies

And maybe starts again

With another Big Bang

Writing Exercise 167

Hey there!

This week I was prompted by a member of the Daed Pete Society again, so I wrote a double drabble for you this time. Here it is:

2019/02/19 – Power outage (double drabble)

The day is fine. You are in a good mood, energized and full of plans. So you get to work and maybe tinker about various projects. You are in the flow...

And right in the middle of it you suddenly drop what you were holding; it slips right through your fingers. It might have caught you off guard or surprised you and you reach to pick it up again, yet you can't lift it any more no matter if it was something as lightweight as your smartphone. Smacked down by imperial exhaustion you sink to the ground, drained of all strength, the energy you wielded seconds ago – gone!

Barely you crawl towards the sofa and heave your leaden body onto it. There you lie motionless, unable to move, while your mind races on overdrive, fully capable and awake. Yet your body refuses to do a single thing. Time ticks by, maybe an hour or two when you are trapped helplessly in a useless body. If you are lucky, you are able to doze.

But just as suddenly it is gone again, your energies revert full force and you feel like a million dollars again. Fatigue is like a power outage.

Writing Exercise 166

Hello!

This time I have been prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again so I wrote a poem for you. Here it is:

2019/02/11 – From behind (poem)

From behind a window screen

I marvel at what my eyes have seen

Snow had fallen just last night

Today harsh hail joins the fight

From behind a desk so nice

It is easy to give advice:

Stay inside; the storm is strong

Twirls snowflakes in a howling song

From behind a blanket's embrace

You don't feel the cold on your face

Dreaming of the buds of spring

When dorbeetles fly and birds sing

Writing Exercise 165

Good morning!

Another week is here, and so is a new writing exercise prompted by my dear writing buddy from the Dead Pete Society. This time I wrote a Tanka:

2019/02/06 – La Dorada (Tanka)

The golden city

Where everything has a price

In gold – even rice

Greed drips from their hungry eyes

Would you sell your soul for gold?

Writing Exercise 164

Hey there!

This week I'm a little late again. But I still have a writing exercise for you, which was prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again. Here it is:

2019/02/03 – Coffee Shop (Drabble)

In a quaint little town close to where I live there is a small coffee shop. It is the loveliest coffee shop I've ever clapped eyes on. Once you enter you feel as if you were in a doll's house with its distinctive furniture; the sofas, chairs and armchairs are soft and cozy nonetheless, and miniature teasets decorate the tables. The handmade cakes are made with love and you can taste it. Breakfast is served on decorated étagères and the rich coffee flavour melts in your mouth with every sip. Just enjoy that coffee and soak in the peaceful atmosphere.

Writing Exercise 163

Hello there!

This week I was prompted by someone from the 'Dead Pete Society' again, so here is my poem on something you likely use for more things than you think:

2019/01/23 – Fingers (poem)

Snap them

To the beat

Tap them

On repeat

Clap them

If you like the feat

Wrap them

When you do the deed

Flap them

As you feel the heat

Nimble fingers

Are so neat

Appreciate

What they create

Writing Exercise 162

Hi!

This week I was prompted by a buddy from my art group to include five words into a story.This double drabble is what I came up with:

2019/01/15 – Include mist, cold, dusk, winter, trenches (double drabble)

Cold mist arose and blanketed the world in a sheen of even more whiteness. It had snowed from dusk til dawn again. The snowploughs had a hard time ploughing trenches into the piled snow, tall as the street lamps, which ceased functioning altogether. The streets were hardly used anymore because of the danger of avalanches. Only few brave people dared to wander those corridors as a harsh wind howled. Those poor souls huddled deeper into their fur coats in their seek for shelter. Winter had a strong hold on the planet this year, and it was already late April. By now everyone was half joking, half hoping for any signs of global warming, anything at all! Governments were discussing retreating to the underground and evacuating as many people as possible to dugouts. Yet many people were cut from civilisation, locked in due to the sheer masses of snow blocking the houses and all communication for weeks. There was no telling of how many people were buried alive in their homes, waiting for either running out of supplies and dying of hunger and thirst or freezing to death. This was the arrival of a new Ice Age, testing mankind to survive.

Writing Exercise 161

Hello again!

This week I was prompted by a member of the 'Dead Pete Society', which will happen more often from now on. Here is my drabble:

2019/01/12 – Stuck in an airport because of a delayed flight (drabble)

Time was ticking. People were rushing by, dragging their luggage and carts behind them, hurrying towards the gates as passengers were called for boarding time. Rain pattered against the large window front overviewing the tarmac where planes accelerated into the sky or landed safely. But neither was the desired one. Yearning glances outside, then back towards the billboard. 'Delayed' was what it said. Time seemed to increase instead of decreasing. Waiting on loved ones was hard, especially when they were late to arrive. Checking the smartphone for news. That was when 'delayed' changed to 'cancelled'. Dear Heavens! The plane crashed.

Writing Exercise 160

Happy New Year everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the transition between the years and celebrated with your loved ones. Have a little Haiku to set the mood for 2019:

2019/01/02 – New Year (haiku)

Two thousand nineteen

Fireworks herald the year

The future awaits

Writing Exercise 159

Merry Christmas everyone!

May your wishes come true, the feast be splendid and the time with your loved ones worthwhile. :D
Here is a little something for you to read:

2018/12/26 – Merry Christmas (poem)

Baubles and tinsel and fairy lights

A shooting star in silent nights

Cinnamon and vanilla flavours

Gifts and wishes and favours

Choirs singing a heavenly song

Knowing that you belong

With family and friends and lovers

Powdered snow everything covers

Festive and joyful atmosphere

Wishing dearly you were here

From the heart I say – it's true:

Merry Christmas to all of you!

Writing Exercise 158

Hi!

How are Christmas preparations going? I almost forgot to upload my writing exercise. XD
This week I had the prompt to  write about a totally normal day in the life of one of my characters. So here is my double drabble:

2018/12/21 – New Leaf (double drabble)

Imagine a totally normal day in the life of the cruel clan chief of the Raven Daemons, Lord Rhagkal Raven. At dawn he would get up and get ready for the day to read his correspondence during a typical Daemonic breakfast consisting of the most delicious delicacies you might ever taste. He would create several illusions of himself to file trade orders, pay visits to his toys in the dungeon, research the whereabouts of mighty artefacts to hoard in his vault, telepathically mess with the heads of important people to keep wars going for his entertainment, hold meetings with his co-conspirators, have an even more splendid lunch ready, have tea in the library between good reads and be bothered with the shenanigans of his 'high maintenance toy'. He would pay a visit to his deceased wife's grave, cursing her for every prediction that came true. If his heir was home they would battle until the younger Daemon was incapacitated. And after a late dinner he would spend more time with his favourite toys, granting them attention and maybe something they wished for. After a hot shower he would call it a day and dream of things going according to plan.

Writing Exercise 157

Hello again!

Thi time I tumbled over a questionaire on twitter so chose ten questions out of those 31 for this week's writing exercise and answered them. So this is me. XD

2018/12/13 – Interview with a vampire writer

1. Introduce yourself!

I'm Asuka Ishimaru, a self-published science fiction and fantasy author, digital and traditional artist, law student and housewife.

2. What are your hobbies?

I love writing, drawing, painting, reading and video games. I miss sailing, but I'm looking into skiing.

3. Where do you most hope to visit?

The places where my dear writing buddies live so we can meet in person and geek about our characters and plots.

4. What I your most-used emoji?

XD, closely followed by a black heart and an upside down smiley.

5. What was your first job?

Our neighbour back when I was in school was a locally famous linoleum print artist. I helped out in his atelier.

6. Who was your biggest teacher in life?

My mother; she taught me to laugh and love and live and just be myself, come what may.

7. What advice would you give your 18-year-old self?

Stay true to yourself and keep doing what you do. Life is tough, but you end up being me.

8. What job would you be terrible at?

Professional road racing athlete. I hate cycling with a passion.

9. What is your favourite song?

I have many favourite songs, and they change with the characters or stories I'm writing. My favourite band however is Trivium.

10. Do you have any pets?

I have a bunch of cacti. Does that count? I may not be able to cuddle them but they have names and I talk to them.

Writing Exercise 156

Good morning!

This week I have another double drabble for you. I have several prompts up my sleeve, and this is actually one of them. Here is what I made of it:

2018/12/03 – Anything but that (double drabble)

A blinding flash trickling down his spine was the last thing he remembered before clapping his eyes open. The rising sun peered through the blinds as he lay sprawled on the bed. Which was weird since he didn't remember going to bed. And the room seemed unfamiliar as well. His head in a cotton-woolly state, he blinked to focus his vision as he listened to the dulled sounds of birdsong. His senses did not sharpen much though. So he waited in the faint hope they would return once he was fully awake. Yet to no avail. Confused he sat up, slid out of bed and padded through the room, carefully, as his balance was off and his limbs felt wobbly. He managed to make it to the bathroom. A look into the mirror shocked him so much that his stomach lurched and repudiated its contents into the toilet. He frantically tried to call on his well of unfathomable strength and make this nightmare end. Nothing happened. His powers were gone. To his horror he was human. Those cheeky elders. He despised powerless creatures, and now they made him one as punishment for failing the mission. There was no way back.

Writing Exercise 155

Hello everyone!

I'm still on holiday, but in between sightseeing I found some time to write this Tanka and respond to a prompt with a character from my dear Neverbeen Universe. Here it is:

2018/11/27 – Daggers in the Dark (Tanka)

The next in line is

A prince not wanting the crown

Daggers in the dark

Are not his concern; he just

Wants to heal the sick, not reign

Writing Exercise 154

Hi there!

Currently i'm on holiday. But that doesn't keep me from writing. Here is this week's writing exercise, a free verse poem inspired by a prompt:

2018/11/22 – I choose you! (free verse)

On a bright day, quite nice quite clear

His darling asked him to go

To the nearest meadow

Where there stood an apple tree

The apples were quite ripe and delicious

So he went to fetch some for a snack

Collecting a few in the tree's shadow

He was oblivious to the heinous attack

Someone sneaked up on him

Threw a contraption and hit his head

He saw stars, then it was dark

Before he knew it he was trapped

No idea how to break free from that device

His powers sealed, his body dematerialized

He was caught in that cruel confinement

Where he waited

For his cruel fate

Worrying for his family as it was getting late

He tried to cry for help

Yet his voice echoed from the walls

His situation unseen and unheard

Helpless he had to endure

Brooding and planning some kind of revenge

On the one who so heinously captured him

Sorrow and longing for home in his heart

And it tore him apart

But suddenly

The spell was broken

The contraption was opened

His matter spat out

Gaining form and body again

He found himself at some foreign place

Staring incredulously at... a human child?

Its eyes sparkling and wide

All his anger fizzled out

He would never hurt

A kid, no matter the race

Especially if it freed him

If only he knew how to get home

So he asked for the way

Yet the human didn't understand

And uttered instead a command

Confused he turned around

To see a long lost friend

Who'd disappeared some months ago

In front of another human child

Its eyes just as excited and wide

His friend turned foe and attacked

“Just play along

If one of us goes K.O.

For now it'll end,”

He was told.

“This is your life now.

Welcome to Hell.

If you're lucky

Someday you will be set free.

Until then you will have to fight.

That human, your master, will care for you,

Keep you confined day and night.”

Confused he looked about

The child bellowed commands left and right

And soon he understood

There really was no choice

He started listening to that voice

In the faint hope he would be released

As promised

And return home one day

But for now the child held that contraption again

Cast that spell and trapped him again

Where he brooded and waited

Forced to travel and fight

Yet he couldn't really hate the kid

For what it was putting him through

It was oblivious to his world and his worries

Yet it genuinely seemed to care

Fed him, treated his wounds

Called him a 'friend'

And went on great adventures

But always when he was confined again

He would dwell and brood

Dreaming of the place called home

Writing Exercise 153

Hello again!

A new week, a new prompt, a new writing exercise. This time I wrote a double drabble for you. Enjoy!

2018/11/13 – Fallout Girl (double drabble)

Putting on her rubber gloves Alice called down the hall as she bounded towards the door: “Ma? Da? I'm going to play outside a little!” None answered, but she didn't care. She grabbed her mask and slid it on then pushed the heavy metal door open. It fell shut behind her with a loud klanking noise. Alice breathed deeply into her mask and peered into the mist that hung low above the asphalt; the faint sunshine painted it violet and red. She skipped on the broken pavement, avoiding the rubble and holes on her way to the playground singing: “One, two, dead are you. Three four, lock the door. Five, six, bombs break bricks. Seven, eight, it's too late. Nine, ten, they kill you then.” By then she made it to the playground and climbed awkwardly on the monkey bars where she had a good view over her block. She strained her eyes and wished her mask had built-in binoculars. But taking it off was no option either. She didn't want to get sick like Ma and Da. Alice hoisted her self-made flag on the top pole of the monkey bars and waited. One day other survivors would appear...hopefully.