Sister Adventures:Depicted History
Using the same writing challenge app. And I’ll start sharing the prompts I get as some have expressed interest in knowing. I will also push my timer to 8 minutes because I rarely stick to just 4 on each prompt. If you try the app you can play with the timer and see what works for you.
The girls felt out of focus, there were so many new things invading their “normal” lives. The abandoned house ended up being a dwelling. A carving was talking to them. And there was the whole waking up somewhere so far away from where they went to sleep. Top that off with the fact that they were famished, they were not robots, after all, they did need to eat. When they turned around they saw the table had been filled with fruit and bread, which didn’t stun them anywhere near as much as it should have. Melissa looked around for a plate when the wise one spoke again asking if this would sustain them. Trace had dug in with both hands, manners were never her strongest suit. Melissa shrugged and grabbed the sweetest and juiciest peach she had ever tasted. ~ As the girls had their fill the old one told them that he had been thinking about why they had been brought back to the dwelling. He figured it must be because the girls have a connection with the old ones. There had been cases in history where a person had been connected for one reason or another. In this case, the old one figured they must be here to help balance the shift that had made the dwellings visible. He asked the girls to walk into the next room, as a door opened right out of the wall, to their right.
The light in the room was the same glow and got brighter as the girls stepped into the room. They could see carvings covering the walls, very much like paintings in an art gallery, they were separate carvings, each one depicting a different scene. One showed a young man next to a huge oak tree, another had a poor looking peasant girl sitting on a large chair that had been carved from the stump of a tree. Each scene had two things in common; one or more young people and some sort of tree or wood carving or carved structure. The old one started to tell them the stories that went with each carving. The girls could barely comprehend what was being told to them. It was like listening to the story of Sleeping Beauty while standing next to the spinning wheel that was responsible for her slumber. The mix of reality and fantasy was overwhelming. Each young person had in some way helped the old ones.
The very first carving was simple, a depiction of Earth with trees at various points, it had several panels that showed the big, beautiful trees scattered across the whole world. In the center of the first wall, they saw a very large tree in the center of a garden full of fruit that looked almost real enough to reach out and grab. The young man and woman standing there were so beautiful, but a serpent was hiding in the branches. Further along that wall, there was a young carpenter carving a beautiful door with the depiction of a dove on it. Some time on the second wall they got the story of a young man that had made it possible for the old ones to hide their dwellings from the growing population on the earth. Till then it had been easier for them to shield their dwellings with the natural camouflage of leaves and other plants. So many young people, so many scenes that seemed familiar to the girls. They were amazed and one would get the attention of the other as they each saw something different. In some of the carvings they could almost see the pictures moving as the old one told them the story attached to it. The whole room was like a moving history book, the girls could see significant points in history depicted. The old ones were there before everything and present for every part of history from the beginning of the world.
It was Trace who noticed that there were words or symbols carved at the bottom of each picture. When she asked what it was the old one said it held the name given to the old one depicted by the person or people present. On the very last carving the girls came to was not as finished as the rest, but it showed two young girls. Melissa and Trace recognized themselves standing on either side of the old one that had been telling them the stories. No other details were in the picture. No symbols or words were present and as if he could read their minds the old one told them they would be responsible for the name to be given him in this time. That was a decision to be made later, though, for now, they had work to do. First thing on the list was to figure out exactly what their role would be. How could two young girls possibly help balance the shift that might have happened on the other side of the world? How would they know where it happened? First, though, how do they explain to mom where they’ve been and that they can’t possibly leave to go home now?
Writing app prompts for today:
1. Takes place in a radio station – skipped. Yes, when I’m trying to write in a string so the story fits, I have no problem with skipping a prompt that is so out of character with the rest of the story. I try not to … but sometimes it just won’t fit.
2. She was not a robot, like the others – ok seems tough but I’ll give it a shot.
3. Add a scene that takes place in an art gallery.
4. She gave him a book.
The only editing done was comma suggestions from Grammarly and spelling of course – because I truly suck at spelling.
There you have it – the good, the bad and the ugly.