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Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People

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He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Hello Everyone!

For whatever reason my new save didn’t take and all you were able to see was ‘do a recording’. So, in case this was a technical error I will have to resort back to typing for the time being until I figure out what the problem with my recorder is.

Now, this week’s question is: Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Simple answer:

It depends.

More complicated answer:

It depends on what I am writing that could cause the difference in my energy levels. When I write something I’m passionate about like my book series or short stories I get a boost of energy. This is likely due to the increase of adrenaline I get from being excited about working on a project I’m passionate about.

If I am writing something more technical that requires more research and time, or it is a work project I have to do that I have no desire to work on my energy level decreases leaving me exhausted. I will complete the project but I will likely be bored during its completion process.

Most of the time when I write though I am doing it for my own enjoyment and not for work. In that sense the majority of the time I am energized when I’m writing. Like at the moment, as I am writing this blog post, I am energized because:

  1. I have adrenaline running through my system from the excitement of writing something to share with you.
  2. I have oxytocin running through my veins because of the possible human interaction I will have with all of you who read this, (and for those that don’t know oxytocin is the hormone responsible for that happy feeling you get from a hug or from getting a like on Facebook – this is also why writing can become an addiction).

With the combination of these two coursing through my veins it is hard to not be energized when writing. I’m excited to hear from you about what writing does to you. Let me know in the comment section down below. Until next time remember to stay safe, be creative, and as always toodles!

 

 

Writing Prompt: Golden Ship

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I sat there in awe… unable to believe what I was seeing. There had been legends and tales of the God of Sun’s ship sailing the horizons at dusk but never had he come to shore. As the large vessel drew closer the beating of the horses wings echoed in harmony with the waves crashing against the shore.

When the ship reached the port the sun had set and there awaiting the arrival of the God were my people packed along the boardwalk. I stayed where I was, standing now awaiting to see this man of legend.

Writing Prompt: Woodland Clearing

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“Uh…” I was speechless, unsure how I could have possibly ended up in the middle of the woods when only seconds ago I was walking down the busiest street in the city.

The man stared at me just as confused.

“Are yah…” He paused, looking around with quick glances to the shadows at the edge of the clearing before clearing his throat to continue. “Are yah a witch?”

“A what?” His question had caught me off guard. I had been called worse names than witch, but certainly not within the first few seconds of meeting someone. “That’s kinda rude to insult someone when you’ve just met them… and anyways no… I’m not a witch, are you?”

He shook his head with stiff jolts to indicate that in fact he was not a witch.

“If yah not a witch, then how did yah just appear from thin air?”

That there was a good question. Nothing was out of the ordinary moments before I ended up here. I hadn’t angered any old hags or bought a monkey paw from a sketchy shop keep. The weather had been typical for summer and I was following my usual routine when my phone decided it didn’t want to work anymore.

This forest didn’t look familiar to any of the parks in the city and from what I could tell the guy on the horse didn’t appear to be the LARPing type. So how the hell did I end up here?

“Can you tell me where we are exactly?” I looked down at my phone more out of habit than anything else, only to realize that there was still no signal and therefore no data.

Dialogue Prompt: Words Are Powerful Things

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When the door closed, he peered up at her with his arms crossed. Something told her he was going to lecture her. His brows twitched, as did his bushy mustache under his crinkled long nose. Those hazel eyes faded with age and poor vision stared at her. She wondered what she had possibly done to rile the old sage so.

“Foe has told me he talked to you about watching what you say,” Caldor began. Liora felt the pit of her stomach sink at hearing those words. “I want you to be careful. Words are powerful things, and can hurt people worse than any weapon.”

Child of the Light: Chapter 17

Dialogue Prompt: Never Capable

 

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She peered through the bars that hummed soft in the silence of the damp, narrow hall. He sat there, legs crossed. His green eyes danced over her face and then to her shoulders. He was trying to read her; trying to figure out what she was going to say.

“I asked you for one thing – honesty – but now I know you were never capable of that.” The words escaped her lips like a quick breath. His face scrunched. He shook his head, bolting to his feet charging the bars.

“No, I’ve been nothing but honest with you. I wouldn’t lie ta you, Li… never.” He gripped the bars tighter when he noticed her take a step back.

“Then why are you in La’reen? Why did you come?” She spat, narrowing her eyes. “And don’t give me ‘I’m here to see you’ bull because I know that isn’t the whole truth.”

They stared at each other in silence. He gnawed the inside of his cheek, darting his eyes to the ground and then back up at her. He pushed away, running his hands through his hair, pacing back towards the wall. He muttered something to himself before looking back at her.

“Promise me…” He ground his teeth and cracked the knuckle of his left thumb before continuing, “promise me that you won’t hate me… that you’ll forgive me for what I’m about ta say.”

She forced a breath when her ribs tightened at hearing his words. Whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be an innocent mistake; she knew that. What he was about to tell her was going to be worse then all the other horrible atrocities he had admitted to prior to his incarceration. Was she willing to forgive him? She could easily say she would but would she physically be capable of seeing him as the same man she cared for after whatever he was about to confess.

After a moment of silence her head nodded without her order. Somewhere inside her believed she was capable, or maybe she hoped it wouldn’t be as horrible as he was making her believe it to be.

“I promise… now what is it?”

Dialogue Prompt: Saying Sorry

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“Saying sorry doesn’t mean anything if you keep doing it,” she glance up from her book to the man sitting at the edge of her bed. He growled, knowing all to well she was right. “The only way she’ll accept your apology is if you mean it this time.”

“I do!” He spat, punching the mattress.

“Do you?” She lifted a brow, recognizing the defeated look plastered across his freckled face.

His nostrils flared with each of his heavy breathed before he sucked in a long inhale to calm himself. He looked back over his shoulder at the young woman curled up like a little bird in her nest of pillows with the awkward sized text blanketing her lap. She was looking at him with her steel grey eyes waiting for his answer.

“I want it to…”

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