After a conversation (or 3) on phobias
and fears, I thought those 2 could bring interesting stories to life. There are
so many places we could go with this…
We could follow Edgar Wallace’s
thoughts, and explore fear
as “a tyrant and a despot, more terrible
than the rack, more potent than the snake.”
Or, we could dance with William
Wordsworth’s question of fear being nothing of much weight, “Whispering harm where harm is not / And deluding the unwary
/ Till the fatal bolt is shot!”
Or, we could stroll into Frank
Herbert’s Dune, and bring back tales
that chant, “I will face my fear. I will permit it
to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner
eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will
remain.”
For today’s prompt, I invite you to write a new story (of 313 words or fewer),
inspired by phobias and/or fears. You are welcome to use the offered quotes as
inspiration.
As a secondary option,
you can take one of your old poems and turn it into a new short story
(of 313 words or fewer).
Please, make your choice clear
somewhere in your post (phobias and fears or turning a poem into story). In my own contribution, I tend to add the prompt at the
end. Just because it’s always interesting (to me) to see if the story helped me
see the storyteller’s intent. Of course, you can add your note anywhere you
please (I’m just trying to satisfy my own selfish wants 😊).
This prompt will remain open until
Tuesday night. Links to poems will be deleted. Only one
story per participant. Do visit other storytellers. Let’s enjoy birthing and
sharing words…
An Extra Note in Red: As noted above, the Pantry of Prose is for prose (meaning, short stories, slice of life pieces, essays). Links to poetry will be deleted. Not because I don’t love poetry, not because I think poems are less (goodness no!), but to give one day out of each month to prose and storytelling).
An Extra Note in Red: As noted above, the Pantry of Prose is for prose (meaning, short stories, slice of life pieces, essays). Links to poetry will be deleted. Not because I don’t love poetry, not because I think poems are less (goodness no!), but to give one day out of each month to prose and storytelling).
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“Yesterday’s News”, by Shelle Kennedy
the
haunted look in this girl’s eyes (which looks a whole lot like the slightly horrified look I see in the mirror right after listening to today’s news)
felt quite appropriate for this post
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