Dapplewood (Night)

Dapplewood (night)image courtesy of Digital Blasphemy

Here’s a lazy, peaceful little bit of wooded stream at night.  Look at all those fireflies…or are they.  Write a little Flashy Fiction set it this scene.  Maybe it is the tranquil, firefly-filled escape it appears at first glance…or maybe those aren’t really fireflies.  Maybe they are little fairies or some sort of malignant insect and guess who just showed up to be a late night snack.  Whichever way your mind wanders first, go that way, and be creative.

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Seasons Change

As Autumn is now upon us, it’s fitting that today’s video prompt is “Seasons Change” by Exposé.  This hit used the changing of the seasons as a metaphor for the changing of feelings in relationships.  Listen to the song and write a little Flashy Fiction that involves the changing of a season…literally or metaphorically.

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

Some dreams are in the night time
And some seem like yesterday
But leaves turn brown and fade
Ships sail away
You long to say a thousand words
But seasons change

It feels like it’s forever
No reason for emptiness
But time just runs away
No more day by day
You dream again it seems in vain
When seasons change

I want you
I want to feel you by my side
I need you
Don’t you know I need you baby

Seasons change feelings change
It’s been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change people change
I’ll sacrifice tomorrow
Just to have you here today

For ever seems so far away
There’s time for love and for play
You dream about today
Feeling slips away
The winds that blow they go away
And seasons change

I want you
Don’t hide your feelings from inside
I need you
I’ve got to have your love now baby

Seasons change feelings change
It’s been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change people change

I want you
I want to feel you by my side
I need you
I’ve got to have your love now baby

Seasons change feelings change
It’s been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change people change
I’ll sacrifice tomorrow
Just to have you here today
Just to have you here today

Seasons change feelings change
It’s been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change people change
Change the season

Songwriters: LEWIS A MARTINEE
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Higher Love

Today’s video prompt is “Higher Love” as sung by Steve Winwood and his daughter, Lilly.  There are a few very slight changes in the lyrics, but it’s sung at a much slower tempo than the original hit by Steve.  Take a listen, read the lyrics, mull it over, and write a little Flashy Fiction that revolves around “Higher Love”.  Your protagonist could be searching for it, experiencing it, falling out of it …or simply listening to it.

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

Think about it, there must be higher love
Down in the heart and in the stars above
Without it, life is a wasted time
Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on
Facing our fear and standing out there alone
A yearning and it’s real for me
There must be someone who’s feeling for me

Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
We walk blind and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Where’s that higher love I’ve been thinking of?

I will wait for it
I’m not too late for it
Until then, I’ll sing my song
To cheer the night along

I could light the night up with my soul on fire
I could make the sun shine from pure desire
Let me feel that love come over me
Let me feel how strong it can be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
I could rise above for this higher love

Songwriters: STEVE WINWOOD, WILL JENNINGS, LILLY WINWOOD
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Procrastination

Procrastination

dictionary.com defines procrastination as “The act or habit of procrastinating, or putting off or delaying, especially something requiring immediate attention.” Fittingly, I’m post the writing prompt from last Friday on Monday. We generally take procrastination to be a less-than-positive trait, but in this case, let’s see if you can write a little Flashy Fiction in which your protagonist’s procrastination turns out to be a good thing. Don’t jump right on this, maybe get your story written by tomorrow…or Wednesday. <grin>

Create your own Flawed Character

Old card reading "Gruss vom Krampus"

A paladin
courtesy of pixabay
Wikipedia defines ‘Character Flaw’ as such: “In the creation and criticism of fictional works, a character flaw is a limitation, imperfection, problem, phobia, or deficiency present in a character who may be otherwise very functional. The flaw can be a problem that directly affects the character’s actions and abilities, such as a violent temper.”  Sometimes, even character attributes that might seem good, can be seem flawed when taken to extremes.  For instance, in Dungeons & Dragons, a paladin follows a strict moral code while also serving the will of his deity.  This typically includes never lying…which can cause problems for a group of adventurers.  Write a little Flashy Fiction that shows other characters reacting to your protagonist’s character flaw.

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The Garden of Allah

image of the original Garden of Allah hotel

The picture above is of the original Garden of Allah hotel, which opened in 1920’s.  It was a refuge for the Hollywood and artist elite for many years.  The Garden of Allah is also one of my favorite songs by Don Henley.  Like many of his other songs, it’s a perfect social commentary.  So today’s prompt has a few possibilities:  write a little Flashy Fiction inspired by the hotel or the idea behind the hotel, or by the song (lyrics and video link below), or by making a social commentary yourself.  If you go the social commentary route, the story need not have a thing to do with music or hotels.

Video:  The Garden of Allah  [Unfortunately, I was only able to find one link to the original video, so I am providing the Bing search result that will bring it up for playing because I’m not sure I want to link straight to the source.]

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

It was a pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He said now that I have your attention
I got somethin’ I want to say
You may not want to hear it
I’m gonna tell it to you anyway
You know, I’ve always liked you, boy
Cause you were not afraid of me
But things are gonna get mighty rough
Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

He said it’s just like home
It’s so damned hot, I can’t stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soakin’ wet

And the hills are burning
The wind is raging
And the clock strikes midnight
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)

Nice car
I love those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time when things were a lot more
Fun around here
When good was good, and evil was evil
Before things got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot with blood
And drained their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded special for the ones
Who had come with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of Allah
For their time in the sun

We were stokin’ the fires
And oilin’ up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was coming
The earth was shaking
And there was no more room
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)

Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word loosely
I will testify for you
I’m a gun for hire, I’m a saint, I’m a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be manipulated
I can get any result you like
What’s it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution
No remorse, no retribution
Just people selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning, winning

It was a pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted, baby
‘Cause there’s nothing left for him to claim

He said it’s just like home
It’s so low-down, I can’t stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done

And the fruit is rotten
The serpent’s eyes shine
As he wraps around the vine
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)
(In the Garden of Allah)

Songwriters: DON HENLEY, JOHN R. COREY, PAUL GURIAN, STANLEY LYNCH
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.