frazzled & frumpy

One of the women in my writing group has been giving us daily writing prompts with the challenge to write for 10 minutes on that prompt. This is a great exercise to get your writing juices flowing and I love the way the story unfolds as you write. Also ten minutes is not much time. Even I can fit that in! This was the prompt for Wednesday- And this was my freewrite- Enchanted Forest Lauren sat still. Completely so. Nothing moved. Not the leaves around her. Not the bugs in the bark at her back. Even the air seemed to pause, miniscule water particles frozen in place. “Laurie.” The name touched her ears as a whisper. Still she didn’t move. “Laurie, I know you’re here.” Her lungs were full of breath. They ached for release. Lauren denied them. “Come out and all will be well.” Right. She’d believe that as soon as faeries stopped flying. Footsteps against the mossy carpet echoed like thunder in the quiet forest. He wasn’t close. Not nearly as close as s...

This week's prompt comes from Write on Edge . The prompt is a choice of a quote and/or a picture.  The quote: I would have written of me on my stone: I had a  lover's quarrel with the world. -Robert Frost And, the picture- Lover's Quarrel Helen picked her way carefully over the slick stones. The sea spray teased her face and dampened her long, raven hair. Her bare feet knew the way, moving from place to place without wavering. “Helen!” She ignored his voice, keeping her face to the water. From a distance, the sea appeared calm, serene, but the closer she got, the more she could hear the crash of waves below. A wooden pole stuck out from the rocks, completely out of place. Helen put her hand on the walking stick and sat next to it. Unshed tears burned her eyelids. “Helen.” Eyes wide, she leaned her head against the wood. A small indent had been carved into it and her hand fit there just so. She could almost feel his hand on it. Almost. “You’r...