#oneword.com

[2018writingresolution]

15.4.19's word: stale

Joshua stared at the blank canvas. He hadn't painted in months. His last works had been so bland that he'd decided he needed a break. The spirit of his work had gone stale, but he wasn't sure how to breathe life back into it. Every time he'd begun to sketch, he'd become disgusted by his lack of inspiration and stop.

[silentwolfwhispers]

okay fun fact, this website (www.oneword.com) is really cool, and only takes 60 seconds of your day c:

it gives you a word and you have 60 seconds to write about that word. 

this is sunday’s - which is my favorite one i’ve done so far- the word was skylight

“laying there, my gaze pointed to the sky.

i see nothing but rays from the bright sun as i lay there.

finally at peace. 

laying there, my gaze pointed to the sky.

i see nothing but the starry night sky as i lay there.

finally at peace.

thanks for putting a skylight in my mausoleum.“

edit: here’s my link https://www.oneword.com/members/abbyrose3311/

[thecrimsonwarlock]

Instruction

"Shift your stance. You must balance your weight."

The sky is still grey. Colors, the faintest flickers, are beginning to surface near the horizon, racing along the clouded edge and blazoning the arrival of the sun.

"Lower your center of gravity, but don't let it dip. It's important to be stable when channeling the light, no matter where you are or what you're doing."

Ikora's hands are loosely folded behind her back as Fiona readjusts her hips. Her foot pivots about the axis of her heel and her boots squeak lightly across the enameled floor.

"Without balance you have no peace. Without peace you cannot understand the intricacies of the Light, and you will fail when you are needed most."

Her eyes are closed. All other sounds but for her mentor's voice have drained away, leaving a moving, breathing silence.

"Do you feel it?"

Beneath her feet the earth is humming. It beckons forth the light, the light that is vibrating in every pore of her being, the light that is spilling over the edges of her consciousness, the light that is dripping from her soaked soul and singing up from the wells of her being.

Her lips part, and she breathes in a thin breath.

"Yes," she whispers. "I feel it."

[2018writingresolution]

12.3.19's word: birth

My childhood bedroom was also the room in which my mother gave birth to me. I'd seen the pictures of the blow up pool in the center of the room, the midwife and my father kneeling beside Mom as she pushed me into the world. While the pool had been removed, the room was otherwise much the same. The beige walls were still unadorned. The carpet was still gray and soft. The curtains on the window were still pinstriped with red and orange. It was almost as of my being brought into this world bore no effect on the room in which I spent the most time. And that was a strange constant in my life that I appreciated.

[2018writingresolution]

17.2.19's word: hairspray

"Do you have to use so much hairspray?" Shelly waved her hand in front of her face, trying to banish the smell.

"Um yes. Do you think these styles just hold themselves together with will power?"

"Its like the 80s in here. Can't you at least spray glue your hair in your own room instead of the bathroom that the entire floor shares?"

[2018writingresolution]

13.2.19's word: meet

"Let's just meet up at the restaurant, it's easier than you coming to get me and doubling back."

"But it's a date! I wanted to pick you up like a proper date."

"Its still a date if I meet you there and we drive separate."

"But its not a God tier date. I'm picking you up, end of discussion."

[2018writingresolution]

9.2.19's word: helpless

"I just feel like I'm helpless in this situation."

"You are literally the only one that can help you here. You won't tell us anything, so we can't know you need us. And we're here and you lie and block us out. You need to take the first step and ask for help if that's what you need."

[2018writingresolution]

4.1.19's word: puppies

The little girl pressed her nose to the glass, watching with delight as the puddle of puppies kept excitedly over one another trying to be on top of the pile; trying to gain her attention. All of them hoping they could be the one she took home. None of them realizing that she couldn't take any of them. It was one if the saddest parts, watching animals confuse ghosts for real people.