January 26th & 1Minute Fiction

Bruster stared down from the top of the towering building. How could a creature have done this on purpose. All the beautiful forest, its majestic trees…gone. And the loss of so much life. All done in what they call growth…or something called progress.

“Humph,” said Bruster shaking his head, ruffling his feathers and stretching out his massive eagle wings.

He thought on memories of before. The beauty of the land, the sounds of life from those who lived in and around the trees…all gone, replaced by unimaginable noise. He raised his head and took flight in hopes of finding another forest he could call home.

Come join in with Cranny’s Cove of #1MinFiction and share your thoughts. And as you play with your writing and pictures remember the beauty of kindness and be kind to all of creation.

Wordle 527

Its fun when you spot a challenge you have never seen before by reading the post of people you do follow. Susi Bocks of I Write Her has encouraged me over the past couple of year with my meager attempts of writing. I am of the old adage that if you do use it you will lose it and the creative process, regardless of the genre, stimulates the brain and I want mine to stay stimulated so I play with writing. And she wrote a story here on Wordle 527.

Bwarren creates a fun challenge with The Sunday Whirl and Wordle 527 by giving you a list of words that you have to assimilate into a 100 word story. Join in with it and see how you can stimulate your brain. Today’s list is below.

Meredith looked down the stone path of the enchanted forest. She knew the legend of this forest but she had no clue of its truth. The icy wind blew making her breath hang in the heavily scented evergreen air. She knew few people dared to walk this path during this time of year but winter was the best time to spot this elusive bird. Sparks of anticipation spread up her spine as her courage began to brew. Stepping on the path her eyes caught sight of a huge feather lying along the paths edge. Did she dare go?

Hope you enjoyed my fun. Remember in all that you do, always be kind. It can make all of our stone paths a little smoother.

Tuesday Writing Prompt

Moon forest

Behind Moore’s Hill

The mystic moonlight behind Moore’s Hill, can infuse you with fear and leave you a chill. Its light will woo you deep into the forest, where you hide behind the trees to find no rest. The eerie breeze moves and slips through your hair, as it chills your soul with the cold night air. The light reflects brightly on the new fallen snow as you search frantically on which way to go. Far in the distance a light seems to glow, it is for real or a reflection in the snow. I have traveled so far, how far can I go? There is no way of knowing for it is onward I go.

Come join in on Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing prompt. Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.

And as I always remind you, sometimes in this seemingly cold hopeless world, if we show kindness a great thaw will occur. Try to always be kind.

Kind snow

Beauty Of Photographs

Every once in a while a photograph will come a cross the bloggosphere (I am sure that is not a real word, but you know what I mean) that so inspires me that I put pen to paper and write about it. Today’s photo came from stefansphotos.se and since we are now legally in winter I felt it was good time for some winter fun…with words. Thank you Stefan for your beautiful photos. Check out his photographs at the link above.

Winter Forest

Winternight Stephan

Deep in the forest where the light seldom shines

Beneath the tall branches of the evergreen pine

There lives such a creature, one hardly ever seen

Here the cold moonlight makes his bright eyes sheen.

The snow reflects the light of the full moon above

Shining through the night like a white mourning dove.

The winter moss is green and soft at forest floor below

As he moves along paths where no one will ever know

What lurks in those dark shadows beyond those next trees

Nothing more than old man winter playing in the night freeze

– Anita Neal-

As you find yourself in the coldness of winter, remember it is easy to warm it up by being kind. Kindness can be like a blanket to wrap you up warm and snug, so let kindness come from you to cover someone like fresh new snow.

Kind snow