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The Daily Prompt- April 23

Rules:

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:

Write from the perspective of a professional psychic trying to come to grips with the fact that he or she is a total fraud.

About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

4 comments on “The Daily Prompt- April 23

  1. Robert Long
    April 23, 2014

    For years I’ve been doing this, I’ve seen things for people. Things that would happen to them in time, or so I thought. Over the past few years, my accuracy for predicting things correctly has been steadily falling. Then I remembered why I got into the psychic business in the first place: to make money. I got into the mindset and started doing it for so long that I actually tricked myself into believing that I could be one.

  2. Carole Chase
    April 23, 2014

    By the time I finished talking on the phone with Kathy Davis from Galena, Illinois, she was totally convinced that not only was she going to get the big break she had been looking for in her career, but that she would soon reconcile with the sister she hadn’t seen in three years. “God bless you,” she said, through tears, “And thank you for helping me with your amazing gift.”

    The truth is, I don’t think there is a God, not the kind that would bless me, anyway, and the only gift I have is an uncanny knack for making people believe complete bullshit.

    I remember the first lie I ever told. I broke a porcelain figurine of a Victorian lady holding a parasol… I don’t know why anyone would want one of those, anyway… But when my mom discovered the mess I blamed it on my brother. He got sent to bed without dessert and as I watched the drama of it playing out, I realized something– lying was easy. It was fun. And it could get you whatever you want.

    Of course nobody wants to be a telephone psychic. I wanted to be an architect. But life doesn’t work out that way sometimes, and when I answered an ad to be a “telephone actress” for $15 an hour and it didn’t include breathing heavily into the receiver for dirty, old men, I decided to give it a try. Suddenly my skill for spinning a story had a home. It was legitimized. You could say that what I do is unethical, but in my opinion, anyone dumb enough to call a telephone psychic for $3.99 a minute deserves to get taken advantage of.

    It occurs to me though, as I type in my user-name to start my day on the phone, that it fits. I am a user. I think of the hundreds of people who were really suffering, desperate for a crumb of hope in their messed-up lives, people who wept when I told them what they wanted to hear. I used them. I used them up and discarded them, which is what happens when you entire life has been a tapestry of untruths.

    I shuffle my tarot deck in preparation for my first “read” of the day and cut the deck three times, like the instruction booklet says, and I pull a card. The knight of pentacles. A man in a suit of armor, riding on horseback, about to deliver someone good news. If only he noticed he rides toward a cliff.

  3. vicbriggs
    April 23, 2014

    This would be a very interesting exercise to undertake. I’m short on time at the moment, but will bookmark this and hopefully return to it once I get a free afternoon to myself.

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