#wcprompt

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--based on the white sugar cubes prompt from @writeblrcafe

"How was your flight here?" Ryouichi asked as he untangled the intestines between his chopsticks. Vienne giggled as she picked up her own and tried to help him, only for the steamer knock into her face.

"It was fine, thank you," Vienne pressed her hand onto her face, adjusting her glasses for a moment before deciding to take them off. Right then, she waved her eyes at the emerging smoke. Meanwhile, her ring shone in the fluorescent lights; Ryouichi caught the garish glow of Vienne's turquoise, then grabbed her hand to examine it further.

"Did the merchandise get there safely?" He asked, before watching his meat again. Before he knew it, the pale flesh turned brown and then suddenly to black. Startled, Vienne fanned the smoke, before splitting the remains amongst herself.

Narrowing her gaze, Vienne tried to give a signal before eating, focusing on the dry meat and its rough texture. Chewing, she tapped her foot on the ground as she tried to savor the experience, one she neglected whenever she passed a Korean restaurant. Meanwhile, Ryouichi laid the tips of his chopsticks on the grill, sloping forward like a damaged bridge. Once she finished eating, she nodded with an awkward motion, her chin jutting forward.

"That's great--do you think that the party will feature some new clients?"

"Maybe; I could imagine we could meet up with manufacturers and try to get more of these rings made? Should we prioritize the jewels, or the metal?"

"The jewels have their own properties, depending on what they mean," Vienne replied, gazing at the slight sunlight dancing on the industrial gray walls. "We'd have to create more of them, though."

Ryouichi smiled, before offering a piece of pork belly her way. Vienne picked it up with her chopsticks, hesitating for a moment before leaving it on the side.

"You know I don't eat pork," Vienne said, passing a giggle.

"Then why did you come here?"

"Because I wanted to try something nice and eat well. There's a bunch of options which couldn't involve pork," Vienne replied, eyeing the marbled beef in front of her. Picking it up from the tray, she gave it a second before letting it fall on the grill with a sizzle.

"Do you that Ms. Kaya would want to have some barbecue herself?" Ryouchi asked, only for Vienne's hand to freeze in mid-air. The ring started to emit smoke, whereas a muddied glow surrounded the turquoise. Ryouichi cupped his hands around her svelte fingers, adjusting his grip so that he wouldn't get burned.

"What's happening. How is she--"

Vienne retreated her hand, muttering, "I don't know what i can say about that."

"But do you know if she's coming?"

[sadfragilegirl]

6 Shining Gold Stars

Notes: This is for the Sixth Prompt Menu (March) by @writeblrcafe .

The prompt menu I picked is Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song.

The music video above has subtitles on it so please turn subtitles on to English to show the English translation of the lyrics while watching the music video.

If you enjoyed reading this, please give a like AND a reblog. (But seriously, REBLOGS ARE IMPORTANT to support writers like me.)

🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐🌟⭐

Once upon a time,

6 shining gold stars are born into a navy blue sky.

As they took a stage, filled with little stars wielding their lightsticks, they began to dance as it sparkled all over the stadium in different colors of the rainbow.

The first star, the color green, danced gracefully like a swan danced flowly like water.

The second star, the color red, who sang that it could tug their little stars' heartstrings out, and sometimes it can comfort the little stars' fragile hearts.

The third star, the blue star, belted a high note and began to sang cheerfully like walking to the candyland filled with fun and sweetness.

The fourth star, the purple star, rapping bar after bar in every beat and rhythm that it sets the vibe and the mood so vividly.

The fifth star, the yellow star, sometimes sings and sometimes raps. His tender voice adds a subtle touch with every melody they can hear.

And the sixth star, the pink star, which is the youngest, has soft vocals that it can brought warmth like the coziest blanket they love to snuggle with.

Each star has their own unique ways, their vibes...

But those 6 stars have one thing in common: To show their love to support to their little stars.

To sing together.

To share those cherished moments together

To share their funniest moments together when they're feeling happy.

To share their pain together when they're feeling sad.

To go walk hand in hand together through the darkest paths, in good times and the bad.

And dancing around together through the milky way.

6 Shining Gold Stars + Little Stars = Forever shining brightly under the navy blue sky...Together.

The Behind the Poetry on this latest work is under "Keep Reading" so please check it out.

Behind My Poetry Work:

This is inspired by one of my favorite Kpop groups named VIXX. They debuted in May 24, 2012 and they showed their different concepts. (On and On (Vampires), Hyde

and G.R.8.U (Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde), Eternity (Time Fantasy), Error (Cyborg), Chained Up (Love Slaves), Dynamite, Fantasy and The Closer (Greek Gods inspired (Zelos, Hades and Kratos))

The members are N (Cha Hakyeon), Leo (Jung Taekwoon), Ken (Lee Jaehwan), Ravi (Kim Wonshik), Hongbin (Lee Hongbin) and Hyuk (Han Sanghyuk)

The colors of the Shining Gold Stars are based on the colors from the solo performance VCR of VIXX Live Fantasia Daydream concert.

The "Little Stars" thing...I called "Little Stars" as fans because it is based on the name STARLIGHT, which by the way, it's the official fanclub name of VIXX.

And the "navy blue sky" and the "shining gold stars" thing, it is based on the official colors of VIXX: Navy Blue and Shining Gold.

I wrote this in one go/one take because I really both love and miss this Kpop group very much. Things are changing and they are going through their new future. I really miss all the 6 members who are shining together. I felt so much regrets for not being able to see them in person whether it's concerts, fanmeets/fansigns and their solo activities...

I wish I could see them in person once again so I will able to see them one last time.

I hope you will enjoy my latest poetry work.

[unmondefou]

a foggy morning melted

on my neighborhood

where all our street lights

have been kept awake

and the view from my window

is a cold fumes sauna

but despite the strangeness

of that morning

we both hand in hand

walked down an orange lane

oh how warm were

the fallen leaves on the ground

where in every touch

our hands met an autumnal love

and without realizing

we found ourselves in the library

In front of a table

where a note appeared

saying, "Help us."

and with astonishment

our thoughts shone

when our eyes explored the place

no one of our kind but an alien

who without introduction swallows us

maybe the fog and the orange lane

were his beginning to our ending

--- h.harouche

Ginger: One foggy morning

Juniper: fallen leaves on the ground (Bonus: a scene of two characters raking up leaves together)

Pimento: A note appears on the library table. It says: "Help us."

[aquadestinyswriting]

WriteblrCafe Playlist Challenge Day 1

So the rules of this are pretty simple. I post about 1 song from a WIP playlist that I've made for every day throughout August and explain why they're a good fit for the WIP in question. Since all my WIPs take place in the same universe and share parts of their playlists, I'll be choosing from one of three or four playlists I've created and will detail which WIP each song is for rather than sticking to just one. The tags are simply to share these posts with those on my taglist and are not a call for anyone to participate. The first song and explanation will be under the cut.

Tagging: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @writeblrsupport, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

OK so my first pick will be a song specifically chosen for 'The Wizard's Tale'

OK, so why choose a fansong created for the Final Fantasy 7 remake to go into a playlist made for a WIP that concentrates on Selene? Well, when I first listened to this song, I noted the lyrics fit remarkably well with the throughline of the story 'To Heal a Broken Soul'. This story, in particular, focuses on Selene finally breaking under the pressures that have been placed upon her for the last ten years, and the unresolved trauma that's been plaguing her since her adventuring days; all of which come to a head when she receives a letter with the most unfortunate news.

When I first began to re-write the first draft of this story, I realised that the character whose perspective is the most blatant is actually Edwin's. Sure, Selene is the main character and focus of the main plot of the story, but I think reading the story through the lens of the only person present in the story who can possibly understand why Selene has broken so badly lends a more tragic perspective. For my part, I do mentally modify the lyrics so it becomes a duet that basically echoes the sentiments held by both characters throughout the story: Edwin's desperate plea for Selene to allow him to help her, and Selene's desperation to keep him shut out in order to protect him from the machinations of the people that are looking to break the last Heroes of Toreguarde.

To Heal a Broken Soul is a story near and dear to my heart, and I've been iterating on and editing it for nearly 6 years and I'm very happy to have found a song that, in my mind, fits it so completely

[eos-writes]

Raspberry cake and chocolate cookies

Early Spring

Everyday is getting a little brighter, a little lighter. Why? Well Winter is ending, Spring is beginning, but not fully there yet. I'm sitting here in golden sunshine, reading and waiting. I don't know what or who I'm waiting for, but I like to imagine I'll know when it or they arrive.

The small Càfe I'm sitting in is on the edge of town, just overlooking some slowly greening trees, a golden glowing sandy beach and the endlessness of an ocean. The owner did their best to give this place a cozy, homy feeling and there's always some author or young couple here. Now that outside is growing warmer, older couples are also starting to show up more again.

This cozy idyll is suddenly disturbed when yelling between a couple arises. I only got the gist of it, but forgot it again quickly. More and more people start yelling, both of them also calling more people to aid their cause, drama explodes like a bomb. I try covering my ears, but I also don't want to let my hot cocoa cool off.

Suddenly, I just put my cup down, I can feel hands dampening the sound from the drama. They are soft, but strong, but I don't try to shake them off as it allows me to finish my cup, without risking my ears with the yelling too long. The hands pull away as I start getting up, can't that couple yell outdoors? I make my way to the exit, pay the unfortunate girl behind the register and walk outdoors.

Silence, then birds chirping happily as always. Then I see the handsome looking man, openly, friendly smiling my direction.

A few days later, we are now dating. The drama seems to have been resolved during that day, as I haven't seen any of them return and such drama hasn't happened again. I think I know I was waiting on him all this time. Everyday is getting a little brighter, a little lighter.

[beforeyearning]

routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm clock blares,

stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you found yourself in—

by the time I’m showered, dressed, and awake, it’s 5:25 am.

I fix you breakfast first, your favourite, muesli with fruit.

It’s been soaking in milk overnight in the refrigerator, just how

you like it—I slice up a banana, quarter strawberries, and grab

a handful of blueberries and do my best to aesthetically plate them,

and top it off with a drizzle of honey. The clock reads 5:32 am.

You like starting off your day with a heaping dose of good news,

I scour the internet for any article—I come across an article about

how solar energy generated one terawatt of energy (a milestone),

another article about how one community in Hawaii got together

to shred cardboard together to recycle, and prevent it from going to

landfill. I settle on the article about a group of California elementary

students launching a helpline, offering advice, kind words, pep talks

from kindergarteners, and the ability to hear kids laughing with delight.

I send the article to your phone. The clock reads 5:40 am.

At 5:52 am, I’ll start on your coffee—you like it warm, brewed for

four and a half minutes, with a touch of almond milk. In the mean

time, I read poetry, screenshotting the poems I know you’d love.

At 6:01 am, I’m  on your side of the bed, bartering your sleepy kisses

for a warm cup of coffee—it’s for this precise moment I awake an hour

earlier than I need to. How sweet it is, our love perfected to the point of

a morning routine.

[chucklingpecan]

God's big teeth smiling shimmering in the chowder of the Milky Way

[astralravens]

For @writeblrcafe’s “star anise” prompt.

Golden leaves on trees

autumn’s cold breeze rushes through-

a single leaf falls.