DIY 3 Word Prompt: Orbiting Her Before

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

I spun around in lazy, mostly elliptical, circles. Enough time had passed--years, decades?--that I couldn't remember being caught. Orbiting her was an honor, a duty, a pleasure, a pain. It was all I knew. I kept watch because I didn't have a choice. I was stuck, mired by gravity, emotional bondage as kinky as any three electrons. I smiled more often than I frowned, though explosions could draw my lips in either direction.

With a serious push, we cast each other into darkness, propelled by mathematics, predicted by physics, burdened by history. Marked, scarred, we wore our broken-ness on our outside as warning signs to others, to ourselves should we ever look inward to face that which is us.

We swam Into the spaces between raindrops before they splattered against the ground. Oh, those heavy salt-laden rain drops, bulbous in the front, tails in the rear. How thickly did they fall!

Cold and alone, I long for a new center. I am one half of something and without context I am all of nothing.

Nothing at all.


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Wow. This hurt.

  • #602 Posted 7 years ago
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Ah, love and how it can royally suck in its dysfunctional extremes. Nicely and poetically told.

  • #622 Posted 7 years ago
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Story prompt:

In the nearest book to hand, find:

The seventh word on page 12

The tenth word on page 37

The 30th word on page 64

Write a story or a poem that uses all of these words, contextualizing them and providing a conclusion of some sort.

Vary at will.

DIY Three-Word Prompt by aslargeasalone

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