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Prompts

#FWF Free Write Friday Valentine: Ponder This [Kellie Elmore]

#FWF Free Write Friday Image Prompt: everything i could never tell you [Kellie Elmore]

The Daily Post – Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love [The Daily Post]

Free Write Friday | Prompt

It was a dark and stormy night…

Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,

The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,

Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes

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The Divine Orchestra | #FWF

Free Write Friday | Prompt

It was a dark and stormy night…

Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,

The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,

Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes

Reposted for #FWF

Free Write Friday | Prompt

It was a dark and stormy night…

Steam rises from the barren ground Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron Molten fire swims in a deep river The air above the toiling caldron stills Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,

The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,

Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes

*Reposted for #FWF*

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Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,

The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,

Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes

Reposted for #FWF