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: Mammoth It was humbling. The grasslands spread out for days, and while she couldn’t see it in the darkness, Eryn had spent much of the early evening gazing out across the sea of green strands, dancing in the warm breeze. It would not be an easy crossing. Without easy water sources, and contending with the various deadly wildlife in the grasslands, she hoped her guide was as good as he’d claimed. On the far side were the mountains. Huge ridges, and snow-capped peaks even in the height of summer. They seemed to call to her, their great shadows stretching across the grasses, reaching for her with grasping fingers, and Eryn shivered in the night air, eyes lifting ever higher to the glimmering sky above the tallest mountain tops. The stars shimmered, with ethereal dust clouds gathering out into the darkness, performing for her a display that was unique, singular, and would never be repeated. It was humbling. To be that small against the great expanse above her. To face eternity and know that, despite it all, cause and effect meant your life might still have meaning. To cause ripples out into your surroundings that you are entirely unaware of, long after your life has come to a close. To not be able to see the forest for the trees. Eryn sucked in a deep breath, eyes on the stars swirling above her, captured in her dark eyes as her arms wrapped around her knees, pinning them to her chest as she stared on, transfixed. Huge. Mammoth. Unending. Gargantuan. Small. Each tiny pinprick of light was so small, so tiny, so insignificant alone, and it gave her hope. With the others, it made something stunning, and she swore to remember that. That alone, she might be small, and nothing more than a pinprick of light in the world, but alongside her family, and friends, and loved ones, she could make something beautiful, be part of something as awe-inspiring as the heavens. With her head on her knees, she settled in for a long night of watching the world turn, as her guide slumbered behind her, by the embers of their fire. #Writing #Original #Writing Exercise #Ari Writes #Arista Writes
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