How Do Your Writing Exercises Work? Essentially, I go to a “Single Word Prompt Generator” and have it throw a random word at me. Then I go to Unsplash.com and use that word to search their database of images, and scroll through for something that catches my attention. This may be something where I simply want to describe what’s in the image, or maybe it sparks a small story nugget in my brain. Regardless, I then take the picture and post it here, with credit, and proceed to write for 15 minutes. Whatever I produce, I share with you lovely people. Unedited. Typos are to be expected. Word Prompt: Cavern Photo by Luke Leung on Unsplash It had been a long time since anyone passed near the cavern, and you watch the stranger stand, their back turned to your watchful gaze. The red light of dusk shimmers across the pool, as it does every evening, but tonight it seems to be a warning for the stranger. Steer clear. Run away. Danger. The stranger takes no heed, their breath crystallizing in the cool evening air, and you slowly, quietly, press your hands forward. Cool and wet, the surface of the pool ripples with your presence. Undisturbed for hundreds of the humans years, the pool resists your touch, but the humming energy of the strangers soul tugs you forward. Unrelentingly, your webbed fingers breach the pink stained water reflecting the sinking sun. Is it a metaphor for the way the humans essence begins to ebb from their frame? You don’t know, but you also don’t much care. Nature tried to warn them away, and they ignored it. Their instincts dulled by millenia of believing themselves the apex predator, but in the caverns in the distant parts of the world, you and your brethren wait. You wait for someone to stop just a minute, turn their back for a second too long. You wait, patiently, for a human to take your place in the mirror realm, and you stand in the fading sun where the stranger had stopped mere moments before. Blinking open weary eyes, ancient with knowledge no human will ever understand, you step forward. Stolen feet in warm boots crunching against the loose stones as you move away from the cavern that has served as your cage and into the world of men. Maybe one day, eventually, the human you have traded places with will figure out how to escape the cavern. Maybe, one day, they’ll be lucky enough to have a stranger stop and stare at a sunset for just an instant too long. #Writing #Original #Writing Exercise #Ari Writes #Arista Writes
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Arista Holmes
I'm a writer in her thirties, who is based in the South East of England. Archives
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