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Writers’ Dash Prompts for Week Beginning October 22, 2012

Published on Monday, October 22, 2012 by

Monday

am: tribunal

pm: oscillate

Tuesday

am: transmigration

pm: Doppler effect

Wednesday

am: sanguine

pm: ostentation

Thursday

am: platypus

pm: samadhi

Friday

am: erstwhile

pm: camper

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8 Responses
    • Tribunal
      That was the last day of my life and I sat in this room surrounded by strangers, lost in a sea of words I didn’t understand. That was the last time I was be asked a question, the last time I looked at them, my verdict flickering in their eyes. The sun was shining, I remember it well. They dragged me when I wanted to walk. They pulled me when I wanted to cherish my last seconds, a handful of only a few seconds. Terror will now unfold before everyone’s gaze while I rot and swing abandoned.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Tribunal
      .
      Speaking at the Regional Tribunal is a daunting thought.
      Who’s going to pay attention to anything I say?
      I’ll be there as an example of
      how interested in the “common folk” these Magistrates are.
      .
      They’ll ask me questions I don’t know enough about to answer.
      They’ll take what I’ve said in public and in private
      and twist it so it means what they want it to say.
      They’ll make me sound like an ignorant twit.
      .
      They’ll ignore any points I make about their duplicity
      when they campaigned as Crusaders for The People.
      .
      Having said all this, I’ll still go to the Regional Tribunal.
      Maybe there will be some who listen to what I say
      and think back over the past six months
      to sort out what’s valid and what isn’t
      about what’s going on politically and socially here.
      .
      My back-up plan is that I have a stash ready
      and a route planned over the mountains.
      I’ll leave after I’ve had my say at the Regional Tribunal.
      .
      Franja Russell 10-22-2012

    • Tribunal
      .
      A Message From the Accused
      .
      I will survive the years
      to place my tears
      upon the face of time.
      War may assail the soil
      and turn the earth to spoil
      Endurance-mine!
      Men will suffer pain
      to keep my name,
      nations challenge death
      to give me breath.
      Nothing will kill me
      nothing still me.
      I am the cry
      That can never die.
      .
      ©2012 Uldene Griffith

    • Transmigration
      .
      When I transmigrate from my human form,
      how will I know where to go?
      .
      Must I enter a new human, not yet yet fully formed in the womb?
      Timing that could be a problem.
      I’ll need to keep track of everyone who’s “with child”.
      What if someone else wants to enter the child I choose?
      Is there a ceremony equivalent to arm-wrestling?
      What if the kid is stubborn and doesn’t turn out as I’d hoped?
      .
      Maybe I could transmigrate into an animal.
      .
      A giraffe–I’ve always, always wanted to be tall.
      Could be a brief life, with lions and all.
      But it would be worth it to see the world from that height.
      .
      An eagle–to soar through skies unimpeeded.
      To enoy the beauty of wild lands every day.
      To be independent and unrestricted.
      .
      Maybe I’ll just live here on Earth for as long as I can.
      That will give me time to ponder this
      and come up with a solution I’ll like.
      .
      Franja Russell (10-23-2012

    • Transmigration
      Death.
      And finally a glimpse of a darker darkness,
      Darkening perpetual shadows.
      I see, I see.
      The light, do you?
      Away, so far,
      the light of darkness.
      Ironic grin of disillusioned hope,
      Cliché of words,
      Of days unending.
      A glimpse, a glimpse…
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Ostentation
      Do you know of a path this wide, a road this golden? Do you know of riches uncounted, of silvery sparkles? Of melodies echoing through long halls where formalities become masks? Do you know of the people in glimmering smiles and radiant gowns? Do you know where their hearts hide, where their souls wander? Do you? Will they ever understand?
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Samadhi
      “Breathe in, breathe out, synchronicity of spirit, movement of body. Higher awareness, enlightenment of the soul, everlasting peace. Breathe in, breathe out.”
      The spiritual master guided the class with soft spoken words. It seemed quite easy to follow. She even felt she could do it, to achieve some sort of heightened level of consciousness. The problem was later, struggling to remember that while the ship staggered violently with the fierce movement of rebellious waves, her inner body trying to become part of her outer world.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Camper
      She was overdressed to be a camper, he thought. She wore an elegant jacket in teal with matching shirt and pants, high heel black boots and dark leather gloves. And yet there she sat, at the edge of the shore. Her eyes were lost in an invisible horizon covered by the thick fog.
      “Have you been here often?”
      She didn’t reply. She just sat there, motionless.
      “Are you on vacation?”
      She shivered slightly and pointed.
      He couldn’t see anything.
      “What is it?”
      She stood up.
      Something trickled in the water, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. When he turned towards her, she was gone. He got his face close to the surface, trying to understand.
      “Is that…?”
      He crawled backwards in horror towards the tent and sat where she was before. It was her in the river, mouth open in a cry for help, the woman who had been sitting by the tent.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

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