The Daily Prompt- February 18th


1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.


The Prompt: Visual Prompt

Write a piece inspired by the following image:

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One Comment

  1. Anne Rogge

    The Dock and the Boathouse
    To be over the water, or surrounded by it is a surreal experience. When the lake is like glass, and all that you hear is the light lapping of the water, tapping on the gunwales of the boat, you may encounter complete solitude. Your narrow vessel is just the width of your body. All that stands between you and immersion is just a few millimeters of fiberglass and a careless move. Two riggers and a pair of slender oars provide balance in your precarious state. Carefully, I grasp the handles with one hand, so that I might wipe the sweat of my brow with the other. I can hear the distant sounds of the waterfowl and the hum of buzzing insects. Gathering my energy, I sit up tall and crane my neck around, checking for any potential hazards behind me. With that commitment, I take a few small strokes to adjust my route and slowly, carefully, slide up the tracks of the shell. Reaching, in a delicate stretch that is tense, yet striving for length and security, I make my move. It’s then that I attempt to take the most perfect strokes known to man on this glassy sheet of liquid. No touching with the blades, no bobbles or gaffed strokes. I am hypnotized by the rhythmic sound of the hatchets, slicing the water… grabbing on to its solidity and propelling the slender craft to some unknown destination. The sun rises higher and a slight breeze crumples the perfect fabric of the translucent lake. This is my reminder that it is a summer day, just a normal day… and that the breeze will kick up, sailboats will emerge and children will laugh and play on the beach of the swimming area. The early morning dreamtime is all but a memory. With that thought, I return to the dock and the boathouse.

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