Visual Inspiration—Photo Prompt #20

Let this image engage your muse. Write a paragraph, a short story, a poem, a memory, a journal entry…or whatever you feel inspired to create. And share your creations in the comments if you’d like!


14 Responses to “Visual Inspiration—Photo Prompt #20”

  1. 1 hemlock1981 December 6, 2010 at 8:40 am

    As the moon beamed brightly from it’s perched position, Tom began to wonder about what it was like to be on the moon. Seeing it so close kindled fires of desire to be on the moon. Seeing it so close brought an air of excitement, and soon Tom was fast asleep and dreaming…

  2. 3 Seasweetie December 6, 2010 at 3:16 pm

    Thanks, Sandy! I liked this one and was thirsting for inspiration! Here’s my contribution:

  3. 4 Madison Woods December 6, 2010 at 3:28 pm

    Here’s mine (I did a 100 word flash fiction story) 🙂

    Ava hugged herself and faced the moon as it rose over the rugged peaks. She should have grabbed her cloak, but when she woke her and noticed the light streaming in, she didn’t think of the cold. How much longer? Another notch on the post made 13. More than a whole year and still no word. Maybe the pass was blocked. As she headed back toward the step, water lapped the shore a little harder than a calm night should cause. Straining her ears, she heard the sound of wood drawing over hull and knew he’d pulled in the paddle.

  4. 5 Robert Riedel December 6, 2010 at 8:21 pm

    Here’s mie too. I liked the picture Madison put on her blog linked to this one.

    They used to come here often, but after the passing of their parents they only came once in three years. Eric looked at his son still trying to figure out how to put the leach on the hook without touching it and this made Eric smile. He wondered if his dad smiled at him when he did the same thing many years ago. He knew now why his father always brought them here. “Sanctuary” he called it, but to a young boy it was a place filled with wonder. Now that he was older he knew why his father called it sanctuary. Just to get away from the madness and chaos of the city and city life made it feel like a sanctuary. He was glad they decided to keep the place instead of sell it. Funny how time changes the meaning of such a simple thing as a word.
    Robert Riedel

  5. 6 stranglingmymuse December 7, 2010 at 2:24 pm

    Seasweetie, Madison and Robert,

    Thanks so much for sharing your lovely stories here. I really enjoyed them all!


  6. 7 herby December 8, 2010 at 5:44 pm

    I’ve never really been a poet. Something along these lines came to me in my sleep last night. I wish I’d had a pen to get them down but this will have to do.


    You entered my mind that night in your cottage
    Nothing happened but the mountains shook
    (Well, for me they did anyway)
    And you imprinted yourself on my mind.

    After I left your valley, I crossed an ocean blue
    Back to my home a few thousand miles north
    You filled my mind in the hours of the moon
    And you became my reluctant muse.

    But you are gone now, like the full moon turns to new
    Your face no longer fills my dreams
    I no longer feel the desire to communicate with you
    And my writings change in their tone.

    Your name no longer brings arousal to my body
    I have given up the hope of you ever wanting
    To get to know me or read my work
    Though I wish nothing more than that you do.

    We can never meet again for I will quake like mountains
    I will see the moon reflected in your eyes
    I will feel the river of arousal rise again
    And a fool I would make in your cottage in the valley.

    • 8 stranglingmymuse December 9, 2010 at 9:12 am

      Yay for herby the new poet! You may want to start keeping a pen and paper by your bed, since your muse is waking you up with poetry!


  1. 1 Visual Inspiration—Photo Prompt #20 (via Strangling My Muse) « Madison Woods Trackback on December 6, 2010 at 10:13 am
  2. 2 A Quick Paragraph Inspired « Seasweetie's Pages Trackback on December 6, 2010 at 3:13 pm
  3. 3 Flash fiction #teasertuesday « Madison Woods Trackback on December 7, 2010 at 3:04 am
  4. 4 A forbidden muse | Living As Herby Trackback on December 9, 2010 at 2:22 pm

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