#SundayLit prompt: Dreams
No dreams in this particular WIP, and anything that might count as dream-like is a bit late in the storyline and confusing out of context, so here's a mention of the word itself, in a passage where the MC ("the Sweetwater boy") is musing on how many locals might suspect he's gay [not that he uses the word; anachronism for this time].
10/18 #SundayLit prompt is: Dreams
The last stand-alone #dream sequence I wrote is:
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Dreams
The prompt is open to interpretation. Share a WIP snippet, short story, poem, or whatever the theme inspires.
Not technically Sunday for another hour and a half, but I'm not going to count on remembering to post in the morning. 😆
I have a dream sequence tentatively beginning The Missing Mortimer, but I'm not sure whether I'm going to keep it or just start with Jimmy (the dreamer) being woken by his sister Isabel's arrival. Thoughts? Opening dream is as follows:
He is on the front lines, which he never saw, Hell raining upon him from the sky. As shells throw up the ground in front of him he expects to feel a second-hand fear—he had felt it creeping at the corners of his brain when he heard the stories, after all—but in dreams he is apparently fearless. He can hear, or thinks he hears, someone giving a stirring speech. He cannot make out the words, but he knows the voice: Isabel. She is standing above a trench, holding a black flag. The speech has a rhythm, like Shakespeare. Perhaps it is. Suddenly, the metre is shattered by the sound of shots (rat-a-tat-tat-tat). Isabel—he has to save Isabel. He lunges for her, pulling her into the safety of the trench (rat-a-tat-tat-tat). They fall towards a carpet of dead men with familiar eyes he has not seen for so achingly long… when they land, however, it is not onto bodies but into a liquid. He opens his mouth and breathes it in (rat-a-tat-tat-tat). Gin… the shots become louder, more insistent, waking him…
This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Dreams
The prompt is open to interpretation. Share a WIP snippet, short story, poem, or whatever the theme inspires.
I'll also post discussion Qs related to the prompt during Sunday under the #SundayLitQ tag.
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I couldn’t even be bothered to make a graphic for mine. 😆
I’ve set mine #SundayLit so it runs on Sunday. There is a prompt so writers can share a snippet of their WIP or write something new. But I also ask questions throughout the day related to the prompt to provoke discussion.
So last week, the prompt was colour, and the questions were how a writer used colour, if they turned colour associations (green for envy) around etc.
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 49: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 10/13. What does someone else in the story think of you? #SundayLit color
The spheres were round robin egg-sized #opals or #moonstones, with smoky #blue fire in their depths and pleasantly cool to the touch.
“Those could be dangerous,” Emily said. “I would hate for something bad to happen to you. I’ve never been much use for intellectuals, but I like you.”
“Thanks.” Then, in a faltering voice, I said, “I like you too. I’m glad we met.”
Holding out my hand, I continued, “You should take two of these.”
I was met with a questioning look, so I added, “It doesn’t make sense, but nothing that’s happened to me recently does. I just have a feeling that these were meant for us.”
Her fingers briefly touched mine as she took the spheres. Her fingertips were warm. Surprising for a ghost. That was another strange thing. But I was glad.
“Shall we find out about our ‘friends,’ the rabbits?'” I said, my hand still outstretched.
It tingled faintly in my grasp—a comforting feeling.
The foggy tropical night faded, replaced by a lush #emerald-#green light streaming down like sunlight #filtered through a stained-glass window, so brilliant that I was temporarily blinded.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober
#SundayLit A3: Which colours regularly crop up in your storytelling? Why is that?
I have not really kept a tally of which color would dominate in my stories.
#SundayLit A3: Which colours regularly crop up in your storytelling? Why is that? 2/2
Here is a sample. Full range color use.
Snip Konbini Idol
All around was a clear blue sky, and far below were green prairies cut by tan roads. Houses clustered like prayer beads along them.
Ahead, the path ran along a ridge toward a higher mountain. Stone cairns marked the way, with lines of prayer flags strung between them. Above each cairn flew an orange flag. At the end of the trail, more tangerine flags billowed around a larger stupa, brilliant gold, in the bright daylight.
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#SundayLit Q2: Do you use colour symbolically? How do you avoid cliches?
Sometimes - The first outfit we see Caitria in is white over red, which is a hint about purity and lust.
At other times, colour is already busy, e.g. sometimes each character has a colour. Or I'm making a reference, like to red riding hood for a character who later realises she's a werewolf.
If I'm using colour in these ways, I'm probably trying to be a bit obvious, so I don't avoid cliches.
#Sundaylit A2: Do you use colour based on its symbolic weight? How do you avoid using clichés when using colour symbolically? e.g. green for envy, red for anger.
I use color incidentally. Meaning some colors show up under certain conditions. It is seldom meant a symbolize. Nor is it cliché since I follow my own internal scheme of things, not society's.
For example, Takiyasha-tenno is coded green and cream because she commands frog magic.
The one exception is that I avoid using black for evil and white for good. There are stereotypes I prefer not to play into.
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