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He was not a handsome man, precisely; for simple beauty he could not compete with Reeve Joss or the many handsome young Hundred men with their ready smiles and easy way of displaying muscled physiques. He had a different quality; he was the wind that bends trees, the river that cuts the earth with its fluid strength, the inexorable sand that buries stone. –Kate Elliott, Traitors’ Gate

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the description of someone through your protagonist’s eyes. Make us see him or her without a physical description.

Journaling Prompt: How would you describe your character with similes?

Art Prompt: He was the wind that bends trees.

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about someone with exceptional strength of character and what makes him or her stand out.

Photo Credit: Stuart Williams on Flickr


Affable adj

  • Easy to speak to; receiving others kindly and conversing with them in a free and friendly manner.
  • Gracious; benign.

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the word of the week in whatever you write today.

Journaling Prompt: Describe someone you know who is affable.

Art Prompt: Affable

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt:Use the word of the week in your article or speech.

Photo Credit: HELEN M BUSHE on Flickr


She came to a place where the stream flowed over a terrace of rock, from one level of moor down to another, and there a small pool had carved itself into the rock just beneath the rapids. The water fell less than a meter, and the stream was narrow enough to jump: but she remembered that stream and that pool because there in the circling water, caught beneath the splashing rapids, floated a frozen circle of foam. The water was naturally soft and peaty, and a yellow-white foam sometimes formed in the mountain streams of that area, blown by the winds and caught in the reeds, but she had never seen it collected into a circle like that and frozen. She laughed when she saw it. She waded in and carefully picked it up. It was only a little greater in diameter than the distance between her outstretched thumb and little finger and a few centimeters thick, not as fragile as she had at first feared. The frothy bubbles had frozen in the cold air and almost freezing water, making what looked like a tiny model of a galaxy: a fairly common spiral galaxy, like this one, like hers. She held the light confection of air and water and suspended chemicals and turned it over in her hands, sniffing it, sticking her tongue out and licking it, looking at the dim winter sun through it, flicking her finger to see if it would ring. She watched her little rime galaxy start to melt, very slowly, and saw her own breath blow across it, a brief image of her warmth in the air. Finally she put it back where she had found it, slowly revolving in the pool of water at the base of the small rapids. The galaxy image had occurred to her then, and she thought at the time about the similarity of the forces which shaped both the little and the vast. She had thought, And which is really the most important? but then felt embarrassed to have thought such a thing. Every now and again, though, she went back to that thought, and knew that each was exactly as important as the other. –Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Banks

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a scene set in nature and focus on description.

Journaling Prompt: Write about the most inspiring moment you have experienced in nature.

Art Prompt: A galaxy in your hand

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience the story about a time when nature revealed its deeper secrets to you.

Photo Credit: Tim Parkin on Flickr

thurs woman

He remembered her voice being magical, the way she carried herself mesmerizing, and her arrival into his boring routine had been as unexpected as the parting of clouds. –Hugh Howey, Wool

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of the woman described in the passage – use prose, poetry, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about the first impression you had of someone you now love.

Art Prompt: I remember you…

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching story about meeting someone important to you.

Photo Credit: James Rivera on Flickr

quaint village tuesday

It is a city of neat cottages and cobbled streets where wander cats without number, for the enlightened legislators of long ago laid down laws for our protection. A good, kind village, where travelers take their ease and pet the cats, making much of them, which is as it should be. –A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story, scene, poem, or haiku set in the city described above.

Journaling Prompt: Describe the kind of setting where you would like to live if money were no object.

Art Prompt: Cobbled streets

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story, emphasizing the setting.

Photo Credit: Riccardo Cuppini on Flickr

dewey hill

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems,
Had not yet lost those starry diadems
Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.
I Stood Tiptoe by John Keats

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story that begins on the little hill described above.

Journaling Prompt: Write about the joys of an early morning walk.

Art Prompt: Early morning walk

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Share a story about an early morning walk. Describe your surroundings in a way that appeals to all the senses.

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winding torturous road

tortuous adj

  1. Marked by repeated turns and bends; as, “a tortuous road up the mountain.”
  2. Not straight forward; devious; as, “his tortuous reasoning.”
  3. Highly involved or intricate; as, “tortuous legal procedures.”

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the word of the week in whatever you write today.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a tortuous experience you’ve had.

Art Prompt: Tortuous

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt:Use the word of the week in your article or speech.

Photo Credit: Tiina on Flickr

warm milk


Maybe warm milk will make her sleepy. She turns on the kitchen light. The pots clang and echo. There is nothing more lonely than an empty, lit kitchen at two in the morning. She heats the milk, stirring slowly, feeling the spoon catch on the scalded bits at the bottom of the pan. She turns at the sound of a moth beating against the kitchen light. When the gas sputters off, and she stands next to the stove drinking her milk, there is no sound at all, except for the light scuffing she makes in her robe. The wallpaper she hung around the kitchen border last week isn’t exactly straight. Geese led with a blue ribbon by a girl, around and around the room. She’d balanced for hours on a kitchen chair, arms in the air, glue dripping off the brush.

She wipes the milk from her lips, and puts the pan in the sink. The curtains flutter. Maybe a walk will tire her out. –Water Ghosts by Shawna Yang Ryan

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of a woman awake and alone in the middle of the night. 

Journaling Prompt: What do you do when you can’t sleep?

Art Prompt: Insomnia

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about insomnia and give them some ideas to deal with it.

Photo Credit: yarko3 on Flickr

Yellowstone Geyser

In 1806, John Colter, a member of the Lewis and Clark Expedition, left to join a group of fur trappers. After splitting up with the other trappers in 1807, Colter passed through a portion of what later became the park, during the winter of 1807–1808. He observed at least one geothermal area in the northeastern section of the park, near Tower Fall. After surviving wounds he suffered in a battle with members of the Crow and Blackfoot tribes in 1809, Colter described a place of “fire and brimstone” that most people dismissed as delirium; the supposedly imaginary place was nicknamed “Colter’s Hell”. Over the next 40 years, numerous reports from mountain men and trappers told of boiling mud, steaming rivers, and petrified trees, yet most of these reports were believed at the time to be myth. –Wikipedia

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story involving discovery of an alien landscape and the person who discovers it.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your favorite national park.

Art Prompt: Yellowstone National Park

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience the history of Yellowstone National Park.

Photo Credit: Craig Bennett on Flickr

Moonlight on the Creek

It was the prettiest night you ever saw, with the moonlight slanting on the creek and dew sparkling in the grass. The mountains rose like shadows ahead of us. It must have been three o’clock in the morning, and the mountains was so still and peaceful you would have thought the Millennium had come and all our trials was over. It was the first time I ever noticed how the way the world looks don’t have a thing to do with what’s going on with people. –Gap Creek by Robert Morgan

Fiction Writing Prompt: Describe the night scene in your current WIP.

Journaling Prompt: Write about the prettiest night you’ve ever witnessed.

Art Prompt: Prettiest night

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching story about something that happened on a beautiful night.

Photo Credit: S Demmer on Flickr