Betsy Snow White Bibliophile

Tag: writing prompts

  • To NANOWRIMO or not to NANOWRIMO…

    To NANOWRIMO or not to NANOWRIMO…

    I am currently trying to decide if I even want to try NANOWRIMO this year, or if I should give this year a pass since I have so much going on. I started a new job on Monday, so I am going to be working on learning my new function and getting it down. I am also still working on my Master’s and will be finishing up my poetry class to begin a Lit class on Shakespeare. I am definitely leaning toward giving it a pass this year

    But…there is a part of me that keeps thinking “Writers Write” so I should at least try, and just make my goal something more attainable with my current schedule. Like maybe write something everyday; this can be a poem, paper, blogpost, whatever as long as I sit down and write once a day. That seems like an achievable goal that sets a challenge but not one that will overwhelm.

    Are you doing NANOWRIMO? What writing goals do you have?

  • Writing Challenge – Day 25

    Writing Challenge – Day 25

    Day 25: Think of any word. Search it on google images. Write something inspired by the 11th image.

    I asked my husband to give me a random word and he gave me golem.

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    The townspeople saw them coming, the two creatures; one coming from the coastal mountains and the other from the frozen North. Houses were boarded and the streets emptied, as they braced themselves for the arrival.

    One is made of metamorphic rock with eyes like fire. He was forged by a magician of skill to be his messenger and protector. For thousands of years he has been serving, and today he is on a mission.

    One is made of ice with eyes like a blizzard. He was forged by a sorcerer who was seeking assistance and company. He has served him faithfully for years, and now he has been sent to this place.

    The two meet in the middle of town; the eyes of the hiding occupants watching their every move. The two stop, and speak in tones too low for the townspeople to hear. Then they turn and head back the way they came. After a couple of hours, it is clear that the golems are not set to return.

    To this day that town tells stories of the day the golems came. The rumors of their conversation abounds. They were exchanging messages from their makers, or recipes, or they are the last of their kind and they were looking for a connection. No one knows for sure, but no one will ever forget.