“Do you remember the Unrest skirmishes of ‘38?” I rocked forward in my chair, my one government sanctioned luxury in Astran leather. Hard to get in outer ring planets, but no one could say I hadn’t earned it, least of all the prisoner across from me. The older man’s eyes […]
Category: Theme Thursdays
Theme Thursdays are weekly threads on the /r/writingprompts subreddit based on a theme. Each response I post for Theme Thursdays are posted with the full link to the thread at the bottom of each post so the whole thread of all participant’s responses can be viewed.
Per the Theme Thursday thread information, here’s how Theme Thursday works:
Use the tag [TT] when submitting prompts that match this week’s theme.
Leave a story or poem between 100 and 500 words here in the comments.
As a reminder to all of you writing for Theme Thursday: the interpretation is completely up to you! I love to share my thoughts on what the theme makes me think of but you are by no means bound to these ideas! I love when writers step outside their comfort zones or think outside the box, so take all my thoughts with a grain of salt if you had something entirely different in mind.
Theme Thursday: Vulnerability
The rest of the drive was spent in silence. Marius’s decision hung thick in the air between us. Giving up a position of power to risk his life with me could put not only himself but his sons in danger… Silas Reide was twenty five, same as Marius when he came to power.
Finally the buggy rumbled past the stone marker and I breathed a sigh of relief. The name chiseled on the marker was a welcome sight.
Theme Thursday: Luck
“So, it’s a heist for the presidency?” Cressida Koch looked up from the pre-nup on the desk. The document was held down by a pretentious paperweight, the kind only a member of Congress could own. EDMUND WINSLEY, SENATOR in Trajan Pro text floated like veins of gold suspended in the […]
The Anointing
David stood on the mountain, holding the bones of his King in his arms. The last time he’d been on that summit was the burial of his father. Now again he laid down the remains of a man who meant everything to him. Saul may have been jealous. Saul may […]
Vacation Horror
June 25th, 2007 I should write more. Truth is I don’t know where to even start these days. I’m hoping this weekend maybe will help. It’s been a long time since I tried to write, and even longer since I’ve spent time in the woods. It all looks unfamiliar to […]
Theme Thursday: Contained
Artemis surveyed her collection. The shelves of her library reached to the ceiling with jars standing shoulder to shoulder. All displayed eras of meticulous cataloging and assemblage. Despite the thousands upon thousands lined up filling her quiet sanctuary, if given time she could remember the contents of each one. A […]
Theme Thursday: Greed
Inva stared up at the honey locust, past the trunk, past the thorns, to the nest near the night-dark treetop. There was no better opportunity than the birth of another dynasty brat. It had to be now, while the moon hung high in the sky and the sounds of drunken […]
Theme Thursday: Trust
The noise of the crowded casino was deafening, but some languages are universal. Like the way Maddi slung herself over the man, her chest pushed up against his back as he leaned over the roulette table. She swallowed back a gag at the stench of the pack a day smoker […]
Theme Thursday: Depth
It was lonely in the dark of the cavern. The silence haunted me.
Oh, how I longed to sing with my family again. I tried to sing once, alone though I was. It wasn’t the same. My voice couldn’t reach the heights of the dolphins, nor the depths of the whale’s hum.
Somewhere beyond this watery pit I could hear them for a time. I heard their playful cries as the sun skipped over the Surface and glittered on their scales. Eventually their singing became more distant.
Music Inspired: Ocean Nights
I never want this moment to end. The hammock rocks and pine needles prickle at my heels. An owl hoots nearby, and crickets serenade us as the twilight chases the sun away. Your fingers lace into mine, squeezing gently and I squeeze back, giggling playfully. The smell of the ocean and the forest is heady while lying in the crook of your arms. Or maybe it’s the other way around?