What would life be like if gravity worked backwards somehow? Or there was no gravity as we understand it? Or a race of people whose heads pulled downward created an earth in the sky? What story does this image say to you?
Last night, I had fun writing a very short story (a story in one tweet of 140 characters or less) for each of the #Writober images so far. I hope you’ll go back through the posts to read them or look for them on Twitter.
Here’s today’s: I loved the idea of dancing on the ceiling, but now my anti-gravity ray’s stuck and I can’t get down.
Today’s prompt: Then I went too far.
This prompt brings up the idea of a line that can be crossed. Who defines that line? Do I define it? Is it defined for me?
I tend to toe along those lines, like Douglas Baldwin of the Seattle Seahawks making his ballerina catches, pointed toes somehow magically in bounds while the rest of him is flying outside the line.
So at what point is far, too far? And is too far a bad thing as it tends to connote?
The Point Of No Return
Exhaustion overwhelms my limbs
Past the point of no return
As waves of hope, the light dims
Once seen, cannot be unseen
Proof of life in humming hymns
There is no raising dead
Why am I compelled by whims?
Breaking through the barrier
Chance of rescue by minute slims
There is no going back
Balancing poorly on earthly rims
This time I’ve gone too far
Last night I discovered another poetry challenge on Twitter. Here’s I prompt that is up there now:
Great for #Writober, don’t you think?
I don’t know the rules of the game yet, but last night, I ran across a one word prompt. It was the archaic word gleed, meaning: a glowing coal. Here is the poem it inspired me to write:
Share Lines or a Premise
Premise for today’s flash fiction: There is a pocket of civilization near the center of the earth where gravity works backwards. Where people walk with their heads pointed down toward a sea of molten lava.
Is there a silver lining after your character has gone too far? Can they find the bright side of no longer walking on the ground? I think this could work with today’s prompts.
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Wow. I really struggled to write a horror story less than 1000 words. These word constraints would be completely beyond me. LOL. Well done, though 🙂
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