#1 DanceWRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #1#1 Dance by C1aft0n
“Life is just one big dance. Everyone dancing to their own tempo, their own beat, with varying dynamics. Some dance with a group, others with a partner, some alone.” Tobar looks at me, his eyes glimmer with an impossible depth. “And that’s okay, some of the most beautiful dances are solos. Because those dancers, as they spin round and round they never lose track of their beat.” Tobar carefully places my small hand over my heart and I can feel its steady rhythm. Together, we sit there. The stars shine overhead, impossibly bright in their beauty.
As Tobar rises to leave he pauses and draws close, his voice like the rich, dark clay that lines the river floor, “Do not fear syncopation, Brisha. It ties together the world’s melody.”
#26 FlowerWRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #26#26 Flower by C1aft0n
Scio gripped the cool handle of the knife. Everything appeared to slow down, stuck in the thick syrup of time. He watched it all with a distant stare from the balcony. The swirling masses of people, pushing against the stark line of riot police. Their protesting shrieks diminishing to a background banter. He closed his eyes, reveling in the dark shelter it provided. He was dimly aware as his grip on the knife’s hilt slackened and gravity pulled it from his hands.
“It’s time.” His uncle’s voice wove its way through his conscious, shattering his peaceful hold and bringing time back to its break neck pace. Scio opened his eyes, flexing away the tension in his fingers.
“I know,” Scio said, his throat suddenly dry as he turned to face Mason.
“Everything has been going well, but it is crucial we stay ahead.” His uncle instructed from the doorway.
“The others are waiting inside,”
#30 First Crush100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #30#30 First Crush by C1aft0n
“Okay, I’ve got it.” Victor said, breaking the silence with a decisive clap.
“Jeez, don’t be so excited, Tay, it’s disconcerting.”
Taylor gave an irritated shake of her head which Victor pretended to ignore, continuing, “here’s how the game goes, I say something and you say the first thing that comes to mind. You pause or repeat and you loose.”
“That’s the spirit! Do you want me to start?”
“Wait-what? How do sloppy joes have anything to do with feet?”
“This game isn’t about logic.”
“I know, I’m just curious how those two become connected in your annoying, hyperactive mind.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Now I really want to know.” When Victor