(Metaphor, when done right, sings on the page/screen. Even someone like me who doesn’t read poetry often can appreciate this one.) “Siege Machinery” by Craig van Rooyen ***** (Breaking a vicious cycle means making the hardest choices of all.) http://www.sixfold.org/FicWinter19/Ness.html ***** (A month ago, the amazing Kristen Lamb wrote this post. Prophetic, almost, but everything… Continue reading Writers’ showcase, March 30, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Write about a person with a strange collection. Maybe it’s flawed stamps produced between 1949 and 1959, or abandoned left shoes, or – gulp – body parts. What is this character’s collection? How did it get started? What makes it so important to the character? https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CreMmFGav/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link ***** As the sun… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 23, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: His guards had sworn to keep him safe. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2020/03/13/his-guards/ ***** The man paced, fighting the craving to lash out at the servant who had just brought the news. “And you’re sure no one is left in the castle?” The servant ducked his head. “No one, sir.” “You’ve confirmed this?” “I… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 16, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: You decide to buy a big school bus and travel around your country. You post an ad, asking if anyone would like to join you. You’re surprised by the number of people who show up. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/travelling-by-bus/ ***** “So it’s really over?” I asked for the third time in almost as… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 9, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Write a poem with each line beginning with the words “I remember.” https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2020/02/20/i-remember-3/ ***** I remember the first time I held a sewing needle, so long in my small palm. I remember closing my hand around it, its pinch forcing my fingers to spring open. I remember Mother’s fear when… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 2, 2020
