In fifth grade English, Mrs. Barnett use to give us a picture from a magazine and had us write a story about it. To this day, I still find this fun. Person, place or thing, what’s the rest of the story?
Is she good or is she bad? Was she jilted on her wedding day? There are no rules, whatever you think is the right answer.
Shall we play?
I was told I’m evil, a child of the dark. The light say I may be innocent now, but eventually I will kill and destroy just as my ancestors have done.
Until a few months ago, I thought there were only humans and I was one of them. I didn’t even know fae existed, light or dark. Now I’m hunted, already judged and sentenced because of what, not who I am.
I’m one of the last dark fae. I can’t let them execute me. But if I fight the light, will I fulfill my dark destiny?
What’s her story? Tell us your version.
She is Gratia, the spirit of darkness and light. Lightfooted is she, the queen of something seen as having a natural cause. Gratia flits about the countryside, her work a graceful dance of tones and colors. She is seen by no mortal eye, only the forces of nature understand her. But as she twirls through a city in the gray light of dawn, a human boy spots her and calls out. Although no one else notices her, Gratia is left wondering why what happened did, and whether this boy is really human.
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Love it!
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I’m liking the possibility that maybe the pictured blue-eyed woman could be Mrs. Barnett and she has the magical-like power to make her students write stories and use their imaginations (which in can also feel or be magical). Those glowing blue dots on her headpiece could symbolize the bright energies (from) and/or each and every student that she’s making a connection with and inspiring…
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That’s very possible. As I recall, she had eyes in the back of her head.
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“I welcome death, not as a substitute for joy but the only logical response to it. But I digress ~ what were you saying?”
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Great quote.
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Great exercise, Deidra. I remember doing something in college, only we had to bring in childhood photos to class and write about the image using descriptive words: no backstory, no dialogue, no action. Our job was to capture our impression of the image.
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Interesting. The only I classes miss from those days are my creative writing classes.
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She was human, a great beauty, whose heart turned dark because only her physical self was recognized, not the beauty of her heart. She is not evil but will stay in the shadows until she is known for her inner beauty.
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Very poetic. Like it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Mrs. Barnett had a way of sparking the imagination and it has made you a writer. She is one of those teachers we will remember forever. I had my own Mrs. Barnette. I think most writers have had a teacher that influenced them in a big way. Post and repost, share and forward, see you around!
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Yes, I think you are correct. Teachers have the power to inspire. Thanks for stopping by.
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I remember doing this in school, too. Fun, fun exercise. Thanks for reminding me of this!
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One of those exercises prompted me to write a novel 55,000 words, a Nancy Drew like mystery. It starred me and my best friend of course. I was eleven. Great times.
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I love prompts whether they are pictures or a series of words. In fact two of my published books have been the result of prompts! I create a prompt on my writing group’s website every Saturday – http://www.wfscsherwoodpark.com if you want to click on it.
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Thanks. I will check in to get your latest prompt.
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Pleasure – anytime – you can click on any Saturday and get a new prompt – whatever speaks to your Muse
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enjoyed reading this…….
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Thanks for stopping by.
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she used to be a boy who loves to be a girl but gets attracted to boys to. that makes her boyish???
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Great twist, very creative. I like it.
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thats what i call psychology reverse the reverse psychology of reverse psychology…
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I was with you up until that last reverse. Now you lost me!
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Yes. Let us play a game. My name is Barth. I am the chosen one. The only male of the Fae. I am the ONE. The King of the Spirits of the night. Of course I always knew of my origins. I chose to disregard my roots. I always preferred wine, and song and women. I simply dismiss the evil of my blood. Right now I prefer love. Tomorrow?
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I hadn’t thought of that at all, but now that you mention it. It could be a fae male. They are depicted as having a softer features than other men.
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Probably the best thing a teacher ever gave: a creative window that swings open for a lifetime.
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It was the first time I felt I was good at something.
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We are not all equally talented, but everyone is good at something. Finding that special area for each kid should be priority for both teachers and parents – finding it early makes a big difference. Sounds like you were in the right spot with the right person
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You’re right there. I hope that every child has that experience. And adults are reminded of there talents. What a wonderful place it would be if we could all pursue our natural talents.
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Dark Fae can no more fight the light, than it, them. They have always been here, they are not human, they are pre-human. Dark Fae channel the raw energy of the universe and, as such, are indestructible and immortal. They can fade, but they always return, even if they don’t remember themselves. Humans can no more understand them, than they can themselves. Fear not, beautiful little Fae, whatever you do is right, even if you have no control over it, even if it harms, as it will, every human you interact with. You are a being perched on one end of an invisible seesaw that balances all the energy of the universe, you will still be young when every human you now know is dust. Their judgment means nothing to you. You will learn this in time, as you will learn you are not alone.
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Loving it. So poetic.
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Hi Deidra. Interesting blog. I’ll come back. (traveling right now, and a lousy internet connection!) Thanks for visiting.
have a great week-end
Brian
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I understand the traveling thing. I do that myself quite frequently
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Hi, I just love your work and have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. You can view it here: http://nicolajmcdonagh.wordpress.com/2014/07/14/versatile-blogger-award/
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Thank you for the nomination. I’m currently working on my first book, so I don’t have time to respond right now, but I hope to get it by the end of the summer.
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I don’t know the rest of the story but if you write this book I will buy it!
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Thanks. I’m working on something now. So we’ll see how that goes.
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Love this! I used to do this with stories. Nowadays though, I attempt (key word), trying to draw characters. They’re usually no more than stick figures, but it adds some fun to the writing process.
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I would be interested in hearing more about your technique.
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Deidra, I’m a writing teacher and often use this same exercise to get the creative juices flowing. Thanks for reminding me that a mag photo can sprout all sorts of characters and adventures!
Thanks, too, for liking my blog, Cancer Hits the Streets.
Cynthia
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That’s great. I grew up exceedingly poor. Most teachers didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I can’t even remember any of my other teachers, except three who thought I had a talent, two were grade school English teachers and the other was Tex Low, my fifth grade history teacher.
It doesn’t take much to encourage a child. You’re awesome. Thanks.
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I am visually dependant, I need a picture. Go. 🙂
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I can only imagine words so pictures are very helpful to me. I even dream in narration.
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Ignorance in the physical concerning Truth and Reality are brought along with them in the discarnate state.
Seraphinite can accelerate healing due to an ability to bring light energy into the DNA and pulling higher vibrations
into the subtle bodies. Those facing North bear the Abhaya (fearlessness) mudra, while those in the
East show the Bhumisparsha (earth-touching) gesture.
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I like it. Thanks.
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She was a changeling, swapped at birth with a human child, and raised among humans. Now, learning her heritage, she must abandon the adoptive family she loves and the human friends she cherishes, on the run from the Seelie Fae who hunt her, and off to find the way into the Unseelie court, if it still exists…
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Right on, I love it! You’re a master, no doubt.
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You are too kind. 🙂
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I’ve never been accused of being too kind, whiny and bitchy yes, too kind no. Thanks.
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