Writing Exercise 124

Hello there!
I recently read a good book which inspired me to write today's writing exercise. And it fit the prompt I was given by one of my buddies from the art group. So here goes this week's poem:

2018/04/23 – hollow (poem)

A gravitation so strong

That even light cannot flee

More alluring than a siren's song

Destroying every bit of me

What seems to be so hollow

Actually can never be

The truth is hard so swallow

Mass attraction is all you see

Information may or may not be lost

For what purpose if it is sole

Being drawn in comes at a high cost

The mysteries of a black hole

Writing Exercise 123

Hello again!
This week I have a little drabble for you, prompted by my dear friend and fellow member of the artist group I'm part of. Here goes:

2018/04/17 – platonic kisses (drabble)

The difference between kisses can be vast as worlds. It depends a lot on who you kiss. Your partner may receive kisses full of passion and longing or even sweet love and affection, your parents (or other family members) would get smooched with a different kind of love. Kisses between close friends would certainly be of the platonic kind, while embodying yet another type of affection – unless you are 'friends with benefits' of course. You may even kiss your enemy on the cheek, bitter and venomously. Isn't it fascinating how one and the same gesture can have so many meanings?

Writing Exercise 122

Hello there!
This week I have a German sonnet for you, prompted by one of my buddies from the art group. It is about the character of another member of this group. Here it is:

2018/04/10 – Lich King (German sonnet)

On a grim and starless full-moon night

From the graves clouds of mist arise

Haunting howls herald your demise

Glowing green eyes shine so bright

On the graveyard the Crypt thrones

From inside you hear a rattling sound

Ghastly creatures, their skulls quite round

An undead army of metal and bones

Through the halls mystic chants ring

On a throne of bones sits the Lich King

Mindless servants his will abide

His unstoppable hordes leave in their wake

Death and devastation and souls to take

He has a raven by his side

Writing Exercise 121

This week I had one of the members of the art group I'm part of now prompt me, and he asked me to write about his character, the Wood Wolf God. And this is the drabble I came up with:

2018/04/03 – “someone gets lost in the woods and a wood doggy helps them“ (drabble)

The woods were getting darker, and the underbush grew thicker. It seemed to grasp at their feet while the canopy swallowed all of the light. It was eerily quiet, no birdsong to be heard. Any rustling sound made them jumpier, scared and confused. By now they had lost any direction. Then they heard it: the ghastly howling. And as they looked about they noticed a giant wolf with glowing green eyes perched on a rock. They ran as fast as they could. Finally they reached the exit with the wolf at their heels, not knowing it wanted to help them.