Monday
am: mirror
pm: future
Tuesday
am: tide
pm: poison
Wednesday
am: peel
pm: crown
Thursday
pm: rust
Friday
Friday is now our dedicated dash and drabble (100-word story) day, inspired and encouraged by our good friend Crap Mariner. Crap’s weekly challenge this week is ‘switch‘. Try using both the dash prompt and the 100-word story prompt to create a Dash ‘n’ Drabble. Once you have your 100-word story feel free to add it to the comments section of this blog post as well as to Crap’s site.
am: break
pm: wish
Please feel free to add your dash pieces to the comments section of this blog post below.
FAQs
I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?
The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PDT. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.
About Virtual Writers, Inc.
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We provide a wealth of opportunities for writers to meet, share resources, access new markets, attend online writing events, workshops and interactive readings, and discover the best writers’ conferences, competitions, colonies and literary organisations.
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Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.
Mirror
On the wall, a recollection, while outside the winter snow smoothed the edges of a harsh land. They wore masks, the excitement of an impossible mystery, a nostalgic gathering of times past. Carnival thrills and fears, a daring touch beyond the expected. They danced all night, two strangers who could have not been closer, closer than lifelong friends. The anonymity coated their peace wrapping their inhibitions, opening thresholds of boldness they would’ve never have dared cross. A caress turned into a mirrored dance of soft shadows reflected on the walls. The masks would always remind her of that remarkable night.
©2013 Lizzie Gudkov
TIDE
.
I’m standing on a view platform
overlooking Ocean Beach
at the edge of the Pacific..
.
On the beach below
are the last long washes
of High Tide.
.
People stand immobile
at various points
with their feet buried by ebbing seawater.
.
They look almost like small rocks
left by previous High Tides
in past years.
.
Although it’s mid-day,
the scene is clothed in sepia hues,
gently morphing lights and darks.
.
Frothy foam arcs
and shiny swaths of outgoing water
make beautiful patterns on the sand.
.
This image will stay in my mind forever
in spite of new interests,
advancing age, and other sights I see.
.
Franja Russell 2-5-2013
PEEL
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Peel back the covers.
Feel the cold air.
Seal the windows.
Brrrrr…!
.
Getting up early is no big deal.
I’ll microwave my meal.
Dress in Teal.
Zzzzz…
.
Hey Girl. Get Real.
Show some zeal.
The day is real….
I think it is.
Zzzzz…
.
Wheel, roll, flop out of bed.
Pealing alarm clock shock.
Steal another five minutes of sleep?
Naaa…
.
Deal with it.
Heal thyself.
.
It’s morning
and I’ve got to go.
.
Franja Russell 2-5-2013
Unleashing the Victory
As I peel away the crust that encases my pain, I let go. If even for a moment, my soul is anointed with a crown of victory, not to be taken lightly, but held as close as a baby in the womb.
By Celeste Cooper
RAIN
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This year we’re not saying
“Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day.”
.
We have rain on the brain
due to not enough falling this Winter.
.
Crane your neck toward the sky.
Check the weather vanes.
Strain your eyes to check clouds.
Catch Jane Wayne’s weather reports.
Hers have more than a grain of accuracy.
.
Plan your train trip.
Dress up for your Main Man.
.
Plainly stated:
Let it rain!.
.
Franja Russell 2-7-2013
I quite like it
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