Memories.

Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming! - Joseph B. Wirthlin

Memories

Kindling fires, luminescent stars,

Dreamy eyes, Burning hopes,

Hands moving, Lips breathing,

Hopes yearning, Smiles lasting.


 

Hello everybody! I hope you all are doing well. So, in the blogosphere, there is a contest going on. The picture below will probably explain it better:

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You can find more information here: https://theupstairsgirl.wordpress.com/2017/03/09/the-writers-prompt-challenge-march-2017/

So, I wanted to take part in this challenge, and this here goes my attempt.

Prompts: (In the story, they will be bolded and italicized).

Word Prompt:17c4a6f02664d5db24dd4caf341a653e

Picture Prompt:ed110bff25c843eaff89f9f8cc1f6b5c

Character Prompt:f5849a2a0758a54413d3de5a83a809d3

Items to Include: Cloak, amulet/pendent, & a storm

Here Is My Story!:

I couldn’t believe it. I was safe. I could almost laugh–in this dreaded situation, though, nothing escaped the cages of my mouth. Moonlight poured in through a sole window. I sat shivering in the damp, cold room. The thin, white dress, although beautiful, did nothing to appease my frailty. 

As I stared at the cloudless sky, thoughts raced through my mind. It had been supposed to be a bad day. I was supposed to have been forgotten by the world, lost in time. But I wasn’t. And that was what was so funny. I was safe.

I had been brought to this secluded tower by the Undercatchers. I shivered at the thought of those snarly, ugly things. I remembered the feeling when they had came to take me away. And then shivered again.

They had dragged me to this tower. The tower had looked like a grave upon first sight. Vultures had been swooping over it, and fiery clouds were billowing upon the tower. It had been horror at first sight.

However, when I looked to the sides, autumn leaves were blooming and falling. It was such a pretty sight. I sigh. How will I classify this tower? Is it beautiful or horrific? I can’t seem to make my mind. But then, I have more important things to look over.

Then they had dragged me to this room and locked me in here. Moreover, they had taken my furry, warm cloak. It certainly would have been useful in this situation. I shake my head. No use thinking over things gone now.

I turn my attention back to the moon gazing at me through the squares of my window.  A storm seems to be brewing too. As lightning crackles, and a ray of moonlight passes through it, a glimmer is what I see. It seems a beautiful sight. And I smile. Even in this dreadful situation. Maybe I will escape. And when I do, my family and friends will be waiting for me– and these Undercatchers will pay.

And well that is it! Hope you all enjoy this short story! 🙂

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