Bonjour, Arcians. Salut, achoo and gesundheit. Pencils at the ready, erasers cleaned and brightly pink? Well what are we waiting for then? We have a trip to Fairy Land today.
Hello, Arcians. Are we ready to write? Let’s do this. For June’s first prompt, we’re taking a drive through the woods. Bring your snacks and hop in. We’re going on a road trip
Greetings, Arcians. How are we today, my fine feathered friends? Bind and gag your self doubts and fears and leave them at the door. We’ve got some writing to do. Don’t forget to read all the directions, as I usually change up Rule #5 as questions to answer in your writing.
For this month’s second prompt, grab your goggles and eye drops. We’re going flying…
Good morning, Arcians. Confidence ready? Check your doubt at the door and let’s dive in. If you don’t want to publish online, write your prompt in a notebook only you can see. Badda boom, badda bing. Let’s begin.
This month’s prompt is quite stirring…
Good afternoon, Arcians. Pencils ready? Check your doubt at the door and let’s dive in. Even if you don’t feel quite ready to publish your writing online, participate the old fashioned way with pen and paper. It’s fun and one of the only ways you’ll become a better writer. Feel better? Then let’s begin.
You’re at a restaurant, a rather posh and open air setting within an art museum. There’s lots of greenery and plants with ivory colored marble floors and tall Grecian pillars. You are attending a museum gala and are donating funds to help the museum complete some renovation projects. There are about seventy tables scattered around you, with more in the adjoining ballroom.
A waiter brings you your soup and carries away your finished salad plate. There’s nothing quite like a five course dinner before a night of dancing and art perusing to put a bounce in your step. You feel at peace and satisfied. You’re seated in the very far corner of the room and can people watch to your heart’s delight
From your table, you begin to hear a man start to argue with one of the museum staff. They’re trying to help their voices down but fortunately for you, you can hear every word because of the odd acoustics in your area.
“I placed it there–I know it! The emblem, it’s gone!”
“Keep your voice down!” the other man cuts in. He’s dressed in a very sharp suit with a red tie and has his hair combed back. He darts his eyes around the room and you pretend to dab at an invisible soup stain on your sleeve.
“It’s got to be here somewhere. But we need to find it before midnight tonight. That’s when the gala and ball ends. Otherwise we’re all goners…”
Take it from here. The rules are below.
You’re at a burial, dressed in shoes you didn’t have time to polish or lace up correctly. It’s a grey sort of day, overcast with rain coming soon. They’re lowering the casket into the ground and all you can do is stare at the stubborn knot in your shoelaces.
Someone lights up a cigarette after the service is over and you move away to avoid the smoke. Your heels slip into the soft ground and you get mud on the hemline of your clothes. You stop to catch your breath after a long day and close your eyes. You smell rain in the air.
There’s a piano you can hear in the nearby chapel playing a soft tune. You think they’re playing “Amazing Grace” and then it changes. A sudden thought strikes you: “I must get back into the car before the last note. Once the last note plays, it’ll start raining.”
You’re heading back to the car when you see a man standing at the fence. He’s dressed in overhauls and a flannel shirt, looking directly at you. You glance away but are drawn back by the man’s intense stare. He’s holding something in his hand. A letter? A book? You can’t tell. You feel you must find out, before the last piano note…
Take it from here. You don’t need to be Hemingway or Dickinson to participate. Just write. The few rules are below.