Touching Divinity – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Touching Divinity
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 144 – Sculpture
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 71 words

lady statue

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Lenore dared to bend normalcy, pursuing a love the world condemned.

She imagined perfection and drew truth from her memory like a strand of silk from the Bombycidae. Ancient powers surged from an eternal source. Devine words merged with graceful movements, creating a work that demanded to be made. Delicate fingertips balanced the intersection of fleeting inspiration with brute determination.

Her hands revealed universal feelings which manifested in her beautiful sculpture.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Feeding My Soul – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Feeding My Soul
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 143 – Elysian
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 56 words

gray concrete buildings

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I close my eyes, allowing my shoulders to drop and feel my stress spiral outward, evaporating like the water from my pasta pot. I inhale, rekindling my dearest memories, I am transported. I see my dear Florentine friends Alighieri, Botticelli, Brunelleschi, Buonarroti, Boccaccio, Da Vinci, Giotto, and Masaccio. My goblet overflows with their life-sustaining Elysian essence.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Enduring Hope – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Enduring Hope
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #133 – Longevity
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 76 words

She arrived in a world consumed by strife, hardships, and conflict. They anointed her in struggles, endless toil, and heartache. Deliverance from the sin that created her would be an early grave.

A faint whisper, her angel of mercy, touched her heart, telling her castles crumble, and stones turn into sands that wash into the sea. Her guardian urged her to seek sunny hours and imagine unimaginable possibilities.

Despair forged a stony resolve, ensuring her longevity.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

True North – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: True North
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #132 – Draconian
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 103 words

Josiah’s heavy heart pounded, consuming his senses, as they lowered the ornate casket. Heated arguments regarding the family business, scarred their relationship. Now every decision rested on his shoulders.

No one would stop him from testing his postulate that self-restraint and a strong moral compass would produce more profitable results than his father’s strictly enforced, draconian laws.

His instinct told him he was right, but he risked everything. He touched the golden compass in his pocket. It was both a gift and a burden, that whispered years of quiet wisdom. Clutching it in his fist, he would let it guide his way forward.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Homecomings – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Homecomings
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #131 – Liminal
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 57 words

As the golden hour approached, Dillan rushed towards the shore. He breathed easier when he spied the familiar liminal creatures as they slipped between the cosmos, the sea, and the isthmus. Selkies, mermaids, and undine greeted him.

“Hi, Mom,” he called.

Perched on jagged rocks, amid crashing waves, one mermaid turned. Seeing him, she smiled and waved.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Boiler Room Cafe – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: The Boiler Room Cafe
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #130 – Ineffable
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 70 words

Salinger’s heart thudded in anticipation as he entered the famous Boiler Room Cafe. Roman couldn’t have recommended the place more highly. Posing as an organic coffee bar serving farm to table tidbits by day, it morphed into a grungy, hipster gin joint after hours. The skinny-jean, hipper-than-thou crowd sported man buns and ironic facial hair. The place reeked of an ineffable and hopelessly unattainable coolness. Salinger knew he was home.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Running into the Sun – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Running into the Sun
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #129 – Twilight
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 44 words

asphalt way under cloudy sky during golden hour

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My train rushes the setting sun, intent on outrunning the impending twilight. Sorbet clouds swirl across the sky. Blood-orange and tangerine confections engaged in a futile battle with eternal night’s black velvet fist.

Icy tendrils clutch my heart and I swear to keep running.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Accepting Fate – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Accepting Fate
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #127 – Replace
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 89 words

The letter cut my hand as if it were a honed knife. The building was a riot of odd angles, incongruent lines, and an entrance door that dared me to open it. It was newer, probably installed to replace an ancient, rotting artifact destroyed by countless floods and untold neglect.

No mail slot, not even a crevice existed where I could deposit the message and flee with my mission accomplished. I should have guessed it wouldn’t be easy. With a trembling, blood-soaked fist, I knocked, and accepted my fate.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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Winter Storm – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Winter Storm
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 32 words

The day grew wild, and the sea pummeled the rocky coast. On the misty horizon, a ship floundered, seeking safe harbor. The keeper scurried, storm-driven to his haven and the sailor’s salvation.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

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