The Prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.”
*Disclaimer: I in no way condone the killing of people. This was just meant to be a light and humorous take on the prompt.
I know I have been away for quite awhile. Life has made it difficult for me, as of late, and writing has been pushed to the wayside. I promise to be back soon with more, but for now, here are a few short lines in honor of TLT Throwback.
She saw everything clearly
Teetering on the edge
If only she had wings
This morning I received an email letting me know that my entries were accepted for a local literary arts journal to be published in my home town!
“The Bridge Literary Center is dedicated to the prosperity of the literary arts in Franklin and the greater Western PA region.”( copied from their site.) This will be their second journal (I believe). This time I get to be a part of it!! So exciting!
Now to go write my mini bio. Ugh, I’m not the greatest at those.
Some of you that follow me on twitter may already know this but, I just started a new #poetry/writing prompt twitter account. You can find But A Moment@wispwrit.
I will be posting a one word prompt to inspire you to create something. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 9am EST. While most people do micropoetry (140 character limit on twitter) you are also welcome to go further and create a longer work on your own blog and tweet the link. Not a writer? Do it in your own creative art or photography. Tag whatever you create with #wispwrit.
Not on twitter? Feel free to post it on your blog. Be sure to tag it with #wispwrit so I can stay conected.
These prompts are just for fun. No judging. They are meant to get you creating in your own unique way.
Each prompt will stay pinned to the top of the But a Moment profile page until the next prompt is posted. Thursday’s is still up so go take a look and be inspired!
Whale smiled. She loved the look on people’s faces when she told them that. They would always hesitate, their eyes running over her body, making note that she wasn’t a particularly large person. They would open their mouth as if to say something then close it fast, thinking better of it.
Then she’d walk out toward the rising tide, lift her hands up to the setting sun, and fall into the salty bliss that was her home. She was free to swim again in her true form, Whale.