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Daily Prompt 7

Today’s prompts are – A Llama – a prophecy – The colour black – A slayer – and a festival.

Good luck with that one.  Nothing immediately comes to my mind, oh Random.org, you can be cruel and somewhat challenging at times. 

How do I get these ideas?  Basically I make up lists based on certain themes, such as types of people, animals, mythic creatures, colours, events, places, gems, weather phenomenon, etc. and I number the lists for Random.org to choose which list to do today – then I put in the number of items in that list and randomly generate a number as a lottery system to see what I have to work on today.

Why did I start this? 

Because I am addicted to making lists and I discovered that whilst these lists and a random generator exists there can be no such thing as writers block. 

I add new lists regularly, because when I have nothing better to do and I don’t want to read or write, I make these new lists to cut out boredom, it is that or watching YouTube.com videos or playing Ovipets.com and Flightrising.com which isn’t a very productive thing to be doing.  Actually I will take that back regarding YouTube.com because if it wasn’t for YouTube my life would be more stagnant than it actually is, I find it very supportive and informative and I love the motivational archives on there, if you are ever in an emotional slump, you really ought to check it out.

So, yes!  Though the random list generating things are great for solving writers block for me, sometimes it can make me over think things.  Now I am determined to find an idea with the above, but it will probably be utterly ridiculous and maybe would be used someday as a writing sprint between novels (if I ever have time between novels).

A magical black llama discovers that he is the supposed hero of a prophecy to slay zombies hidden in the trees of the local forest?

No, too weak an idea, how is the llama going to do that?  Llamas don’t climb trees and they can’t hold weapons… unless of course he befriends a monkey or a human to attach saw like tools on his flanks and saw the trees down and trample all over the zombies.  Ha-ha, forget it! 

I am insane, maybe I should stop this and go and get myself certified?

OK, because this is such a difficult prompt, here is a second one and let’s hope it’s a bit better eh? 

A warrior – A costume party – A wrestler – Scotland or a Scottish influence to the story – Paint

This is a lot better to play with, but if you can think of something regarding the former idea, great, please post it below, it would be very interesting to see what people come up with!

 

 

 

 

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Kelpie

Glaring lights, pale as death, call you and me.

Dancing through the leaves of the night, dancing around the willows and the oak, hearing the sounds of mysticism in an endless voice of hope:

What is it that we evoke?

Rushing through the air of the night, filling our souls with curious delight; the moon shines upon us as we run after thee, O what can you be? What can you be?

The silver of the night can be what you are or a guiding star? Yes a guiding star!

You took us from our campsite when the air was chilled and harsh – you made us run bare footed across the country grass!

Nightly dew soaks our wandering feet and we search for where you go. Roaming free like a bird in the sky you fly, through the leaves of the trees in the night!

But we remain warm with your charms dear light.

Running endlessly we wonder where you take us. Miles and miles it seems… we run through the fields and past the stream, this feels like a wonderful dream!

Pure is your light of wonder, warm is your glow, but where do you take us, where do you go?

What are you which we evoke?

Faster and faster you run wild and free, past the streams and the tree’s and we run faster along with thee.

We hear a mystical voice again, calling like a choir, calling our names to follow still, even though the night is chilled!

Brighter and faster the light becomes running through the corn. We follow and run helplessly we become most forlorn!
The light has gone! The light has gone!

O where are we now?

As if it was all a dream we suddenly awake from the hypnotising light we are in the lake… we are in the lake.
Drowning, mourning sorrowfully, we cry and call for help. But all that hears our calls this night is the old mythical creature the Kelps!

All we do now is yelp and yelp!!!

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