Motivation Monday - Writing Prompt
Did you think I forgot to write a prompt? No way!
Well, okay, I almost forgot, but I remembered after 11 hours at work so that should count for something, right?
I'm sitting her in my living room looking around and the next prompt caught my eye. Kinda like "I spy. . ."
Monday's creative writing prompt is: The candle. . .
Have fun! Curious to see what you come up with. Curious to see what I come up with. :-)
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The candle burned low. It was my last and I knew I should put it out but tonight, for some reason, I didn’t want to be alone in the dark. Everyone in the encampment was restless tonight, even the men. From outside my tent I could hear the last of the fire crackling in the pit and the low voices of the men.
Strange, I’d only been a part of this ragtag band of refugees for mere weeks, but already I could identify each voice though I couldn’t understand what they said. Next to me, Eamon murmured in his sleep. I placed my hand on his small face. His soft skin was warm. Too warm. It worried me.
Reluctantly I blew the candle out and wondered how long after this candle burned itself into non-existence before I would receive a new one. Maybe Hamish would find one for me, though I knew the dangers of Hamish sneaking me contraband supplies when his existence was supposed to be a secret.
Maybe Kian planned another raid to the outpost. Or perhaps Genny was correct when she said we’d most likely be moving the camp soon. Too dangerous to stay in one spot for too long, she’d said two days ago. Perhaps that was the reason for the tension in the camp.
Silently I prayed for Hamish to return. If Kian did move the camp would my friend be able to find us again?
Ceri - that was great!
Did you just come up with that?
Yup. I thought I'd do prompts from my dream manuscript. I've always wanted to write a fantasy. I have some done on it and it's turned into a young adult story. But this is a new bit.
Very cool!
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