Sometimes I play around with the writing prompts I find on iAuthor’s Google Plus Page. I normally don’t get enough time to sit down and write an entire story, so this is a good opportunity for me to weave a tale that is long enough to create interest, but short enough to fit into my day.
I have probably already told you, I feel it is really a good practice for writers to stretch their legs – even in ways they normally wouldn’t. Besides, you never know when you might just come up with a great idea.
My take on the prompt:
It was too much. The weight of everything. Promising to crush what little hope that had dwelled within her heart. And although she promised herself to never give up, sometimes it seemed a sweet release. She was strong, she knew – but sometimes, yes sometimes, her heart was weak. It became too much. A burden to carry and it begged silence. As she climbed the rocky passageway down to the cliff above the sea, she felt more at peace than ever before. Each step calling her to the next. And at that last moment – when she stood upon the precipice in hopes of ending it all, she slipped. She tumbled downward and a scream choked in her throat. She felt the cold waters embrace her body. The shock of everything filled her chest. She was there, she was ready to jump and then – the decision was stolen from her. Fate has a way of playing with you. You go one way hoping to make a decision and instead of being decided, it is made for you. She lay limp upon the waters, uncertain whether to live or die. Her legs silently tread in the water. Her hands were outstretched, perhaps in shock or determination. It was too hard to tell in the darkness of the night. It was then that she knew what she must do. Head held above water and silently rocking in the waves, she was calm and determined. She held her head above water, for it was the only decision she could make herself.
(c) Sumyanna 2015
Excellent photograph courtesy of Morguefile (jppi)