Week 10 (If you want to know where you’re at, but there’s no need to count).
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Today’s prompt is:
The sun had gone down a while ago …
Set your timer to 5 minutes. If you feel like writing more after the 5 minutes have passed carry on.
This is a 5 minute exercise in writing in long hand and letting your pen lead your words on the page. No judging, no editing, just a stream of words coming out.
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The sun had gone down a while ago, and it was December, so it was cold. Yet neither of us wanted to leave. We had walked all through Hampstead Heath, over parliament hill, out the other side. We just kept going. Main road after main road, till we found ourselves by oicadilly circus. We sat for a while on some steps made of marble that were freezing against the backs of my legs. I was too excited to be cold though.
At first i had been worried when the conversation between us hadn't been continuous. Worried that it meant we lacked common ground, but I quickly realised how comfortable I felt in his presence even in silence. He felt like someone I could just be with. I like that when I asked if his shoes were okay, following a particularly muddy patch on the heath, he didn't reassure or brush it off, he just said 'No.' It felt like a beginning.
Hush now Spoke the Sunlight
Love dappled light
Straight into my heart
Softening the protective
Layers
Treading around each
Heart beat
Softly and golden
Wrapping around
Each fear
Of inner dialogues
Looping around
A single stem
The belief of
What and from
Where did it come
Hush now spoke
The sunlight
Gone
And the soft
Shades
Yawned
Another day
Of heart warming
Dawn with the
Day light
And the play
Of emotions
Rushed by
The mornings dawn
Into the night
Quietly
While
The sunrises beyond.
Friday June 28 8.55am
prompt:
The sun had gone down a while ago.
For writers pilgrim by Lucinda Sieger