The exercise:
Well, it has certainly been a long time since I've made use of the Last Line Prompt. So, of course, now that I'm bringing it back around I'm changing the rules a little bit.
This time I want you to take any line from a song and use it as your last. Still the same idea, knowing your ending before you begin writing, just tweaking things slightly.
Oh, and just to be a pain, the song you pluck your line from has to be one on the Hamilton soundtrack.
You're welcome.
Had a good day with the boys and my parents. Lunch out in town with everybody, harvesting fruit and veggies with Max and my parents while Miles napped. A yummy borscht dinner together.
Will be sad to see them go tomorrow.
Mine:
Wait For It - Hamilton Soundtrack
I am deeply misunderstood by the likes of you. You have made so many incorrect assumptions. You hold even more misconceptions.
Allow me to shed some light and clarity for you. It is probably best if you save your thanks until later.
Trust me.
So. Where to begin? Perhaps it would be wise to commence with my response to those responsible for my downfall. You think I've gone into hiding? You consider my silence a sign of weakness or, even worse, cowardice?
These men took everything from me. My wealth, my power, my loved ones. Do you really think that I would do nothing in the face of their hateful actions? Do you really think I would turn the other cheek? Do you really think that I will show these men mercy?
And, to be clear, know that I count you among them. You have not escaped my attention.
All of you have mistaken the cause of my inaction. Like the fools you are. So allow me, if you will, to spell this out for you simpletons.
I'm not standing still.
I am lying in wait.
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Wednesday October 17th, 2012
The exercise:
I'd sort of forgotten about this prompt, which you'd probably realize both by the fact that the last time I used it was last October, and by the fact that was the only time I ever used it.
So, let us make amends. Today we go back to: the last line prompt.
Take the first line of a song, as randomly as you wish, and use it as the last line of your poetry or prose. It's like the Random CD prompt, only backwards. Kinda.
Today I planted much garlic. There is still more to be planted, which will hopefully happen tomorrow.
Mine:
Sleep Through The Static - Jack Johnson
He relaxed for a moment,
It seemed innocent enough;
The sky was a perfect blue,
The ocean was not rough.
His stealthy eyes betrayed him,
Escorting him to dreams;
There he found serenity,
A heaven - or so it seemed.
A clap of thunder woke him,
Followed by a lightning flash;
He swore it came from nowhere,
But then, trouble travels fast.
I'd sort of forgotten about this prompt, which you'd probably realize both by the fact that the last time I used it was last October, and by the fact that was the only time I ever used it.
So, let us make amends. Today we go back to: the last line prompt.
Take the first line of a song, as randomly as you wish, and use it as the last line of your poetry or prose. It's like the Random CD prompt, only backwards. Kinda.
Today I planted much garlic. There is still more to be planted, which will hopefully happen tomorrow.
Mine:
Sleep Through The Static - Jack Johnson
He relaxed for a moment,
It seemed innocent enough;
The sky was a perfect blue,
The ocean was not rough.
His stealthy eyes betrayed him,
Escorting him to dreams;
There he found serenity,
A heaven - or so it seemed.
A clap of thunder woke him,
Followed by a lightning flash;
He swore it came from nowhere,
But then, trouble travels fast.
Thursday October 13th, 2011
The exercise:
I was inspired by something fellow Protagonize moderator Elorithryn said on my random CD prompt post over there: "Last lines are hard too you know."
So today's prompt is to take the first line of a random song and use it as the last line in your poetry or prose. The borrowed line in italics so we can all spot it easily, and the usual credit where it's due applies.
Kat and I planted our garlic for next year this morning. We were able to use some of the bulbs that came up this summer (we saved the rest for winter use), so we didn't need to order more seed. Hopefully we can do more of that as the years go on, as it certainly saved quite a bit of money.
Mine:
Scared - The Tragically Hip
She is fearless. You can see it in the way she moves. No hesitation, no second guessing, no looking back. She seems convinced of her invincibility, her immortality.
I watch as she hugs and kisses her friends goodnight before heading for the door. Finishing my beer, I slap a ten on the bar and follow in her lavender scented wake. It's cold outside and the wind is picking up. For a moment I'm worried she'll decide to take a cab, but I shouldn't have bothered.
Why would she be afraid of winter's frigid touch? I bet she considers shivering a sign of weakness.
Her pink boots leave modest prints in the recently fallen snow. They're difficult to track at first, but soon she's traveling on quiet side streets whose sidewalks only bear the marks of bird feet. Not that I need her tracks in order to see where she's gone.
Why would I need to keep my distance when she never looks back?
At last she reaches her apartment building and fishes her keys out of her slender purse. As the door begins to close behind her I grab it and follow her inside. She presses the button for the elevator as I wait a few feet away. When it arrives we step in and she taps the number three before finally noticing my presence.
She's surprised but not frightened.
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