Writing Challenge ~ August 2013

[Britwitch]

WRITING CHALLENGE ~ AUGUST 2013​

New month. New challenge.

This challenge is going to run for the whole month and this month we have three prompts! (Supplied by the sublime Miss_Vivi!) With a theme of CHANGE.

"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next."

Man in the mirror

You can involve the prompt themselves in your piece and make your links to the prompts as obvious or as subtle as you like or use them simply as inspiration for something else. You can use part of the prompts, just one aspect of one image, or use them in their entirety.

The word limit for this month’s challenge is 2,000 words and your submission can take whatever form you desire – poetry or prose, complete story or a vignette. Erotic or not, serious or light hearted, it’s whatever you want it to be!!

It’s your writing, your challenge. You write whatever you’re inspired to write! Be it one piece or several!

Post only your submissions in this thread, constructive comments and reviews are to be posted in the appropriately named – Writing Challenge Review Thread

The deadline for this month’s challenge is Friday 30th August 2013, to allow readers time to get through everything before the next challenge starts!

Previous challenges and reviews can be found here.

Happy writing!

(Oh and a little something for the readers to bear in mind…the pageview counts for this thread are always pretty healthy so there are definitely people reading what’s posted but the amount of feedback is generally pretty low. Even if it’s just a few words, please let the writers know how their writing was received. Thank you! )

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next."

Like walking along the banisters of stairs, or running on a wing and a prayer, jumping from that cliff and tasting open air and never caring if flying is just falling with grace and poise. Like filing through the turnstiles of life with all the other unique snowflakes and butterflies and daring to be a moth made of flame. Like living beyond your heroes, and having them look up to you. Like swinging swords made out of blazing purity and perseverance to illuminate the truth. Like watching sunsets become sunrises, like picking daisies and delilahs and filling your fists with the blossoms of minuscule triumphs.

Life is about understanding, loving, living. Never forgetting and always forgiving. Learning lessons and making mistakes into more with which to grow. Claiming what we want and giving back in kind, reaping what we sow. Life is about so much less than we put emphasis on. It is a simple joy and that's the thing that we should dote and toil and dwell upon. Too often we are bogged down, dragged deep, and cast into darkness, can't see the forest for the trees even though the forest is surrounding us in leaves. Even though the Winter comes, we know full well the Summer will succeed. And if ever you should forget yourself, your place, your rightful home; seek solace and knowledge in this warmth though the world grows ever colder. For even if the sins of this world weigh heavy on your shoulders, the breath of life can lighten loads; making pebbles out of boulders.

 

[DefiantDemure]

Innocent Change.

School books and playful looks,
proper skirts and party goers,
turned into,
Erotic books and heated looks,
short skirts and unlawful desires.

Nervous touches and warm hands,
first boy and my kiss,
turned into,
Experienced strokes and rough hands,
first man and my moment of bliss.

Flushed cheeks from the bitter cold,
hot chocolate and snowflakes,
turned into,
Red cheeks from being scolded,
hot skin and soothing aches.

Vanilla and pure,
how dull it has been;
Kinks and allure,
how I love loving in sin.

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Dumb Bitch."
"Stupid shit."
"Useless moron."

Staring at the mirror, trembling hands, tears in her eyes as the razor sat in the sink. It had been there so many times, so many proposes. So many reasons to make it all... Just...

She took it back up, clutching it in her fingertips and drawing a breath before turning her head and watching the mirror. Slicing through, trembling still.

A pile of long black hair fell into the sink. More and more, growing a sizeable mound of locks roughly cut from her head. Once long raven stands that reached past her shoulders, cut away. Smiling through her tears, laughing at the mess.

Change.
Need to change.
Need to forget. Be something new.
Not the way it used to be. Not the HER she used to be.

Everything will get better with the right start. Those voices were already starting to change.

"You really think this will make you better?"
"It makes me stronger than you."

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

"Mirror"

A dim reflection
focuses on every line and wrinkle
every pimple and stretch mark.

The refraction of every choice
sparkles over skin
changing the appearance.

For a moment
possibility gleamed bright
encasing only the best.

“what could have been”
and “if only...”
echo...
Ringing...
Magnifying...

Consequences, good
bad or otherwise---
accepted must be.

Whats life if it isn't messy?

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Time, how it slips and slides and caresses and pushes you into acceptance of the here and now, before it cascades into yesterday and creates a yearning for then, which cannot be forgotten as it burns into your brain.

Moments dancing behind closed eyes and you swear you can feel her breath on your skin once more, or the sound of his cry, or that touch, that sweet kiss that once made you breathless and giddy and can you believe that he kissed me? Oh! I could just die!

And then the ring slips on and time she marches, relentlessly but you do not hear those marching grains of sand, for your hand slips into theirs and you are lost in their touch. And you said I do, forever and ever, and ever, but the glass breaks next to their head when you throw that dish, and words only have so much meaning and forever can also mean just. right. now.

And still.. time. Change. Forcing you to accept that it's not the same and I may've lost him, but I hope, most fervently for his return and that we will be okay, and that we can do this. I know we can. But change. So much difference, so much that I've asked for, and that ring may be heavier than I thought and I'm so scared. There is nothing for it, this change. Still quietly, she marches and drags us along for the ride.

There is nothing for it.
Hang on.