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.

Writing Exercise 152

Good morning!

Lets start the week with a writing exercise instead of ending it with one, shall we? This sonnet was also prompted by my dear writing buddy from the Dead Pete Society. Enjoy!

2018/11/05 – Dry Spell (German sonnet)

In a world of wonders and magic

Where everyone wielded a power or two

You might think it cannot be true

But something happened quite tragic

When everyone basked in their strength

Suddenly our hero failed a spell

His magic gone – he couldn't tell!

But went to get it back at great length

During adventures to gain what was lost

He attained a cursed artifact at great cost

Activated it so the deed be done

A blinding light emerged from his hands

Hit everyone everywhere all over the lands

And from then on all the magic was gone

Writing Exercise 151

Hello there!

I just realised I haven't done my writing exercise yet. NaNoWriMo kept me busy half of the week. :D
So here is a double drabble prompted ba my dear writing buddy from the Dead Pete Society:

2018/11/04 – A Dance Amongst Shadows (double drabble)

Warily he eyed the merry crowd, people dressed up in their most splendid robes, frolicking and dancing to the fine music in the ball room. Ah, how he loathed such social events, how he despised the oblivious and ignorant people who pretened to have a good time gossipping, drinking, dancing… Alas, he had to attend, and so he did. A glass of heavy wine kept him company as he kept his distance and observed with contempt.

Until a beautiful lady appeared before him and smiled up at him. “Mylord,” she breathed, a halo of flowery perfume around her, “you seem a bit bored. May I try to lift your mood during this dance?” She held out her slender hand for him to take. He blinked, just as perplexed as wary. She used his moment of hesitation to take the glass from his hand, put it away and drag him towards the dance floor. Before he knew it, she was in his arms swaying to the music.

It was not like he couldn't dance, he just preferred not to. He seriously considered ditching her for he rather danced amongst shadows than make a fool of himself here. So he left, disgusted.