Hello again. If I am the one here you know it is Friday again! Friday, Friday, Friday ... drats. Someday I will get that song out of my head. Oh well.

Since it is that day of the week I get to challenge you all to a new set of prompts. One of them might finally convince you to sit down and write, or decide it is time for a break from your usual story and try something new and different. Either way, I hope one of these two prompts grabs your attention and makes you want to write. Just remember, if your work is under 1,000 words you have to place into a collection. Now to show you what I have up my sleeves this week.

Prompt 448 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“What did he just say?”

Prompt 449 – Creative
Tag – The Class
You decide it is time to improve your education. You are unsure exactly what you should take, but you figure you need something to do besides work and watch television. You flip through the course catalogue and spot something that really appeals to you. What is the class?

Now the authors here at GA are never idle. Although I wish I could say both prompts last week had takers, it would be a lie. However we did have two talented authors take a crack at prompt 446.

First was JohnAR with his continuing Metaverse.

“I hate flying,” she said trying to lift her tiny blood-red roll-on into the overhead compartment.
“Can I help you?” he asked chivalrously, putting his notebook away in that he had been capturing some last minute thoughts.
“That’s so kind of you,” she tried to smile regally, while the sturdy gentleman lifted her small luggage with ease.
He gallantly looked away when she straightened her too tight black skirt to shuffle past his aisle seat. When she had finally sat down ladylike, he nodded with courtesy and took his seat as well, allowing the passengers behind them to board the plane.
“I’m Olaf,” he introduced himself politely.
“Oh, that sounds Swedish,” she smiled exposing her perfect teeth.
“Actually, I’m more like Danish,” he corrected, wondering how long this woman took in the morning to be ready to face the world.

Then we also had Craftingmom give her take on this idea.

Avery stared at the notebook, the pen clutched between his fingers. This was so hard. Why the hell was his therapist asking him to do this?
"Avery, repressing your memories and anger completely isn't healthy. It allows them to fester inside of you, to control you. Using this notebook to write down or draw out your feelings when they overwhelm you will allow you to start to purge them. They'll never be gone, they are a part of you. But they are a part of your past, not your future. Taking control of them will help make you stronger."
Remembering her words helped him fight through the urge to just curl back up in the bed each time a memory threatened to devour him. He knew, deep down, he'd feel better afterwards—he always did, eventually—but fighting through writing or talking about any of his past was torture.
Of course, it wasn't as bad as living through it the first time, but still...

However last week also seen two attempts at the poetry prompt from April on Quatrains.

First up was Puppilull.

Though the sun is still warm upon our skin
The leaves are speaking about something new
For something is changing from deep within
Against the clearest sky of vibrant blue

 

Proving it is never too late to attempt a prompt Headstall also did a Quatrain.

Headstall also decided to try his hand at this poetic form.

How can such beauty instigate sadness
Lush life showing last vestiges of will
I love all the colors I must confess
But mourn what it means as I drink my fill

So that is all for this week. If you find you enjoyed one of these pieces, please, let the author know. Remember to read, review, and like as you go through these or any story on the site. Until next time, be safe and be well.