The chandelier’s crystals gleamed like chunks of ice casting their reflections across the ballroom. Miss Strandforth glided down the spiral staircase, looking like a sweet confection at the county fair.
Her frosty blue eyes gleamed as she sought out Randall Cranston across the room. Her smile could melt the polar icecap.
Little do they know the wintry blood that runs in her veins. She’s a girl who gets what she wants. And she wants the same things I do.
Cecilia’s hands folded into tight fists around her canes, remembering the day Clementine Strandforth pushed her down these cold marble stairs.
Welcome to the 6th edition of Pen’n’Tonic’s Creative Expressions challenge.
I’m back from holidays and vacation and ready to have some fun in 2015. Won’t you join me?
Each week on Tuesday (as time permits), I’ll post a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to submit a poem, a flash fiction piece (not longer than 250 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.
Interpret the theme as you see fit. The only rules are that you be creative, be original, and have fun. Post your entry on your own blog and add your link to the InLinkz page (see little blue frog link below).
As with most challenges of this sort, I encourage you to provide feedback, respectful critiques, or general comments. Simple “Likes” are good too!
This week I challenge you to write a piece about contrasting concepts. Make up your own pair of words or choose one from my list:
fire and ice
fork and spoon
earth and sky
salt and pepper
light and dark
clean and dirty
left and right
love and hate
floor and ceiling
winter and summer
I’ve written a poem about fire and ice — and choices. I hope you enjoy it. Happy (belated) New Year to you all.
Chaos singes the corners of my mind
I stand silent
In the cold shadows of fate
Frozen in this moment
I touched the ice
It burned me
Cold shivers flicker in my soul
I know not which way to turn
If I turn right
I may freeze
Into blue crystals of ice
If I turn left
I may burn
In a white-hot flame
Not dead, but not alive
Melting in a puddle of time.