the flying mermaid in creative writing
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rompt: Make the following the first line of your story
Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. She threw one last look over her shoulder to where her friends were standing across the park, walked up and said, “Excuse me?”
“Yes?,” he said, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. Angela noticed it was the lifestyle section and decided to consider it a good sign, as it was her favorite section behind the travel section.
It was now or never. Everyone said the first time was the hardest.
“Duck.” She tapped him on his head, and promptly sat down on the ground near where he was sitting.
“What was that? Did you say just say duck? What is the meaning of this?”
But according to the rules, Angela couldn’t say anything further to the young man with the slightly windblown hair and the retro, almost 50s style leather jacket. If he figured out the game and started playing, Angela would also continue playing. The goal was to get a group of strangers to play duck, duck, goose, without telling them what was going on. If he got annoyed and left without playing, well, then Angela had to continue sitting there till her friends told her her part in the game was done for the day.
ournaling prompt: What would we miss out on in life if our sole focus was material advancement?
If everything we did was just to make more money, to acquire more stuff, we would miss out on so much.
You would never paint just for the fun of playing with colors on paper
You would never write just because the words inside of you insisted on coming out, or because you love playing with words and language
You would never dance for sheer joy and happiness
You would never stop to take a photograph just because a moment, a scene, was so perfect, you had to capture it the only way you know how
You would never experience the satisfaction in pushing your body physically past all limits, just to see how much you could do
You would never experience the quiet calm of meditating in the early morning light, or revel in the sun coming up out of the ocean
You would never experience the deep joy and comfort of waking up in your love’s arms, content to stay there and snuggle and not get up and Do
To me, that’s not a life at all