Free Write - What is it?

Julia sent the prompt photo from Geneva. Rick and D-L looked at it and looked at it and looked at it, not sure what it was before picking up a pen. They both were able to come up with a 10.minute Free Write.

 

Julia's Free Write

And that was it!

Awaking from a dream, he wasn’t really sure what had happened.

He couldn’t seem to find his way back into the details, but wisps of memory floated there, just beyond his reach.

In trying to remember he set off for the day, down to the valley and a job that was no longer satisfying.

Over lunch he spoke with colleagues, still trying to figure out what he had dreamed and why it had made such an impact on him.

Back to work where his mind incessantly searched. He gave up working early and headed for home – a chalet above the fog bank.

As he broke out into the sun again, his thoughts started to coalesce and become more than just wisps.

That was it! The sculpture that he had seen yesterday when he took a friend up the mountain: the bank of fog below, many call it the sea of fog resting as it often does this time of the year over valleys and lakes made the wild bee sculpture stand out and had obviously triggered his return in his dreams to his childhood and days spent with his grandfather tending the hives.

Blessed memories!

 D-L's Free Write

Marjorie was exhausted. George swore it would be worth it, but after three hours walking up Alp she had her doubts.

They had been dating a year. He was a sport fiend. Her idea of heaven was to curl up on her couch with a book and a cuppa.

However, he was great in bed. Both loved to cook and they could even switch the positions of chef and sous chef.

Another hour and they were above the clouds. The peaks of the Alps were across from the top of the clouds that looked more like a snow-covered  lake.

"There it is, "George said.

Marjorie saw what looked like twisted coat hangars and an oval. Pieces of metal were attached. 

What the hell was it? She walked hours. Every muscle in her body was aching. 

"Imagine," he said. "A giant metal fly statute where there's nothing."

She looked again. He was right, but couldn't he just have shown her a photo?

 Rick's Free Write

Ant

A long time ago, centuries in fact, the people of the valley lived peacefully. Raising their families. Tending their farms. Celebrating the seasons.

But one day their peace was broken by invaders from beyond the mountains. Warriors marauding for pillage and mayhem. Not for riches, certainly, as the valley people had none.

The advance guard of the invaders rode in on their horses, shouting fiercely and brandishing torches of fire. They set ablaze the first barn they came to.

The valley people were powerless to resist. They had no weapons.

But they had friends.

Cecil, the leader of the ant colony, which helped turn the soil for the farmers, and in turn were treated to the cows’ excrement, recognized the danger to all of them – humans, animals and insects.

He rallied the nests, and ordered the flying ant air force to attack the invaders by flying into the horses’ ears and eyes. Non-flying ants would swarm the invaders, climbing all over them, biting sensitive areas.

The invaders fled, driven away by a tiny foe.

That’s why today a monument stands atop the mountain, guarding the valley people.

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.  

Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504 

Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/