Your Daily Theme for 5/28/2013
Opening Line
She sat at the window, nose pressed against the glass until it was numb with cold. She imagined her breath brought frost and her blinks brought rain. From inside her tiny room, she controlled every element of the world outside.
Use this as inspiration for a short story or poem.
She stared out into the window
Rapidly firing blinks
Like water bombing from a watergun
Or torrents from a thousand sinks
And breathed, through the glass,
Wilfully into the world outside
Creating a universe of Ethereal Beings
In the gloom and darkness to reside.
Faster, faster, first they walked, then ran,
Moshing in a great Wall of Death,
An uproar that even the Heavens noted
With jagged spotlights
Drawn into the maelstrom, coated
With a layer of the ground.
Spiraling out of control,
The vortex turned upon itself ‘round,
And vanished into the sky whole
With but a glimmer.
Link to my poem on Figment:
