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9 comments for “Writing prompt…

  1. Jaime
    December 17, 2011 at 6:23 pm

    Standing on the edge
    requires balance.

    Balance along that fine line
    what came before and
    what comes next.

    What comes next?
    The proverbial leap.
    Or, do I creep along the line.
    Or, do I turn back in time.

    • lisamiller
      December 17, 2011 at 8:06 pm

      Wow, nice. It sounds like the start of myth – mythical journey.

  2. Tif
    October 26, 2011 at 9:46 pm

    OMG! I have loved reading these responses!! I’m off to do a bit of brainstorming right now!

  3. October 25, 2011 at 7:08 pm

    I’m standing on the edge as the wind tries to push me closer to my downfall. Eventhough I am at the low point of my life and the brink of destruction. What next I ask myself as the rocks move beneath my feet, God I need a smoke.

  4. MAOM7
    October 25, 2011 at 7:05 pm

    I’m standing on the edge of a mountain, watching the clouds roll with snow over the slopes to the west. I’ve been waiting all day for this. This morning the sky was clear and so blue it almost hurt my eyes. Now the grey was here, thick and textureless, and full of what I’d waited months for. Winter was my time. I stood in short sleeves, the wind-chilled air biting into my bare skin, snaking up beneath the hem of my shorts and tickling along my thighs. I felt alive for the first time in many months. My summer hibernation was over, the long, hot, still days that kept me hovering in the shadows pushed to the east by the relentless, frozen wind. When the first snowflake hit my flushed cheek, I raised my face and closed my eyes, waiting for the goosebumps that would tell me to put on a jacket. They wouldn’t come for a long minutes yet, if not an hour or more. I didn’t want my winter awakening to end, although I knew it would, and I’d be shoving my arms into my fleece pullover and wrapping my hands around my warmed mug of tea.

  5. John
    October 25, 2011 at 3:48 pm

    I’m standing on the edge of night as the days of our lives roll by in a secret storm. Ryan’s hope is that all my children follow the guiding light toward the bold and the beautiful as the world turns. Our search for tomorrow finds us in another world with the doctors in General Hospital.

    • lisamiller
      October 25, 2011 at 3:55 pm

      I love this. Too funny!

  6. lisamiller
    October 25, 2011 at 9:40 am

    looking outward
    over the abyss
    knowing peace

  7. Jenny
    October 24, 2011 at 7:53 pm

    standing on the edge
    upon blade of prairie grass
    bowing to the sun