Thank you for the prompts. I, too, am a little sad this will be the last Monday Warm up.
Think of the sound you make when the hero finally kisses the girl, and the audience sighs. Think of the sound of a baby’s first cooing. Think of the sound of the ocean when the sun is setting over the horizon; and the sound of the first days of fall. Think of the sound of your own heart beating and your feet pounding with your heart when you are running. Think of the time when your family is singing to you and then the moment they stop and the whooshing sound you make when you blow out the candles. Then put all those together. And they would be nothing compared to the sound Samena made when she opened the door to see Claire sitting in her living room.
The world glistened. Every branch, every nettle was encased in ice. Each step Rowan took cast diamonds into the sunlight, turning the air around her into a kaleidoscope of color. She reached out to grab an icicle from a branch, stretching to reach it, when her legs refused to obey. Rowan’s body spun on a frozen lake hidden beneath the snow. She grabbed the branch above to steady herself, but her legs could not gain traction. Panic set in as she could not stand…until a part of her brain took the reins and said “Stop. Be still.” Rowan’s legs were still slipping on the icy lake, but not that of a panicked horse. She let go of the branch, steadying herself on the sheet of glass….testing the strength of the ice. It seemed solid enough. Rowan pushed off from the branch, gliding across the ice. Ice diamonds tickled her nose and coated her hair like a crown of crystals. She felt an unfamiliar sound bubble up from deep inside, a sound that had not been heard since that last day on the field with Jamie. That seemed like a lifetime
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WIP - showing joy.ext_2035972July 31 2017, 19:32:07 UTC
Mom and Dad let me come that day, even though the news could go either way. There was a CAT scan this morning and then an appointment with Dr. Mills this afternoon when we'd get the news - good or bad. Ugh! Four hours of waiting in between during which my brain raced through several scenarios, each one more grim than the last. I mean, I wanted to stay positive, but when you're sitting around watching the people come and go in the Norris Cotton Cancer Center waiting room you can begin to despair
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Jo, I wrote this earlier, but then had too many words, so had to cut it out. Thank you so much for providing these prompts for Teachers Who Write. I feel like I've made a lot of progress this year on my WIP. Your prompts have been instrumental in really getting inside the head of my character. Thank you!
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Think of the sound you make when the hero finally kisses the girl, and the audience sighs. Think of the sound of a baby’s first cooing. Think of the sound of the ocean when the sun is setting over the horizon; and the sound of the first days of fall. Think of the sound of your own heart beating and your feet pounding with your heart when you are running. Think of the time when your family is singing to you and then the moment they stop and the whooshing sound you make when you blow out the candles.
Then put all those together.
And they would be nothing compared to the sound Samena made when she opened the door to see Claire sitting in her living room.
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