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