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Writers’ Dash Prompt: Interpose

Published on Wednesday, September 19, 2012 by

Today’s morning prompt is interpose. Come join us in Second Life® or work from home at 6am PST for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.

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7 Responses
    • guy,
      let me interpose
      your one sided discussion of those

      when I look into your eyes
      try to read your dubious minds
      drink your evil wishes
      swim your selfish dreams
      fly your darkish walks
      it is crystal clear
      your attention for me here
      is like a nun,
      sterile, hun

      Pointless to say
      you love me, nay
      Needless to think
      you hold me, kink
      Useless to plan
      your life with me, as a span
      Fruitless to try
      to hold my hand, why ?
      Pithless how you lie
      uncovering your arrogance, guy
      Flawless you expose your ego
      just thinking I am your brainless bimbo
      Guileless, I agree, I guess
      fell into you, more or less

      suddenly understanding
      mangament gurus’ teaching

      now I know for sure
      less is more

      ©2012 goodie

    • She sighed audibly, and traced her fingertips across the glass. She was bored, she knew that, Adwin was a good man as far as mortals went; she had even given him a daughter.

      She grinned at the temerity of that, a succubus giving a mortal a child, well the sex was great and she felt it a fair trade. It was time to move on though, she wanted to taste all the freedom the multiverse had to offer and a mere eighteen years n one place was not difficult to deal with, but it was time. She had to stop interposing mortal desires on her demonic desires.

      She kissed his forehead as she slept and left him a note, then went to check on her daughter, sending a farewell into her head while she slept, a sweet memory and a farewell. “When you father passes you may seek me out, I’ll not be hard to find.” Then she stepped into the ethereal plane and sought a new world to explore.

      In the inky blackness of the cosmos she spied a world glowing like a beacon, in the abyss this world was spoken of in hushed tones and with some trepidation. It was said the god of this planet dined on the flesh of demons and picked his teeth with their bones.

      “Interesting,” she thought, “perhaps epic adventure awaits me there.” And she headed in that direction. As she spiraled through the haze of the ethereal plane she was buffeted by the storms that sometimes wrack the boundaries between that plane and the material.

      She though she heard a voice in her head, but could not be sure, was a deep baritone, but very quiet, “welcome home,” was all she could recall before entering the material plane. She landed and went into a crouch, listening, straining her senses to feel the area. She was pleased to detect a large population center nearby, that meant fun, maybe a lot of fun, she was a succubus after all and it had been some hours since she had enjoyed the physical comforts of another.

      She giggled and twirled as she pointed herself in the direction of the village? Town? City? Really it didn’t matter there were power players wherever you went and Mara played them like a fiddle.

      ©2012 Doyle Slen

    • Night Visitor

      Who was at my window?
      Had owl come to call
      and finding me alone
      decided not to after all?
      Had sentinels of wind
      come stealing low to spy,
      then hurried off to whisper
      my sorrow to the sky?
      Or was it love who tiptoed near
      and shyly wint unseen?
      Who was at my window
      to wake me from my dream?

      ©2012 Uldene Bravin

    • I dinna know if I may interpose
      nae poetry wi swabbin o th deck
      but by the red sky dawnin I suppose
      the day may end in any case a wreck

      red sky at dawn, I takes me Sailor’s Warnin
      and make all fast lest squalls be on their way
      and so I wish ye all a merry mornin
      smooth sailin be yours all this holiday.

      ©2012 Merrytricks

    • Life is a rainy skyscraper
      Trucks grow like tombstones
      In a split second
      Death interposes the gritty sidewalk
      Endurance is a flower in a crack
      Beauty amidst the rot
      Life, noise and work
      Death is a fruitless job

      ©2012 Harriet Gausman

    • The ideas poured onto a piece of paper. Its flatland of whiteness would soon be covered with fields of possibilities. Amazingly all ideas matched to perfection, all but one. But the writer is a stubborn being. He does not want to waste anything. So the orange rickshaws pulled by zombies were featured in a sci-fi novel. Yes, the editor frowned at the idea, but the exotic element of the Orient was hardly something he would neglect to acknowledge, was it?
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Interpose: For International Talk Like a Pirate Day

      I dinna know if I may interpose
      nae poetry wi swabbin o th deck
      but by the red sky dawnin I suppose
      the day may end in any case a wreck

      red sky at dawn, I takes me Sailor’s Warnin
      and make all fast lest squalls be on their way
      and so I wish ye all a merry mornin
      smooth sailin be yours all this holiday.

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