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Creative Writers

 

As promised, and with pleasure, I bring you the thoughtful, funny and imaginative stories prompted by this series of watercolor illustrations on your left.

Thank you writers!  I’m charmed and impressed, especially since many of these writers are visual artists as well.

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From Helen:

I sat barely moving at the end of the pier.
Just looking, looking out
to a calm sea
to see if I could make sense of
what they’d told me.
To see if I could sense him close.
Had he really gone?

Gone for good that’s what they said.
They said he’d waded into the rough sea
to see if he could save her.
They said he couldn’t.
He didn’t.
He didn’t save himself from
the sea either.

I couldn’t sense him in the air
so I went into the sea
to see if I could sense him there.
I lay on my back,
head under the water,
holding my breath……
Eyes closed against the saltiness,
ears open to any sound of him.

What’s that pounding ?
Getting louder!
Only the pounding of my own heart
as it forces me to gasp for breath;
choosing life.
I didn’t get a sense of him.
Only a sense
that it doesn’t make sense.

From Cindy:

At certain times in our lives, we take a little inventory and try to figure out where we’re headed. Sometimes we discover we’re on the right path, and that we should keep moving forward. Other times, we realize that some things which we’ve refused to acknowledge, can no longer be refused.

It is here our heroine, one Nellie Pelagic, finds herself, at the age of thirteen. Her mother had told her, since Nellie was five years old, that her absent father was a Water Sprite. Nellie, an overly pragmatic Pelagic even at such a tender age, refused to believe such nonsense. And anyway, who wants to be different? Children are always cruel to those who are different. She didn’t even like the water.

It hardly mattered, she reflected, perched on a rocky outcrop at the edge of the sea. She didn’t have any friends anyway. Nellie was at her aunt’s house. Her favorite aunt, who was a painter! And she promised to teach Nellie to paint. Once that would have sounded so fun and exciting! But not now. It was the first time out of the house, her new home, since her mother died two weeks earlier. Cancer.                   Aged 46.

Her mother had never relented about the story, about her father. Her aunt seemed to know nothing about it, which further proved to Nellie that it wasn’t true. Her father simply didn’t love her enough to ever visit her, or send a note, or ask what she looked like. And now her mother was gone, too. She slipped off the rock and into the cold water, little caring what would happen next.

The heavy weight of her clothes pulled her down, and she did not struggle. And then something completely unexpected happened…

From Britta:

Whoever said you had to see clearly to find your way? Above me there are layers upon layers of atoms and molecules, softening the light, blending it with shadows. Here I see my world in blues, not grays. There are no uncertainties, just unanswered questions and longings. There isn’t fear, only a little sadness, a little bit of blue. If I rise above my water will I still fly as I do now, in the other blue?

From Hansi:

A teenage girl, rejected by all her peers for being a little “too intelligent”, sits by a lake pondering her lot in life. She accidentally falls in, and being unable to swim, quickly sinks to the bottom and nearly drowns. She is save by all the fishes, who think she’s the awaited messiah who will save Aqua-land, and restore it to it’s former glory before all them evil no-good Dry-landers took over. Well sure enough, she’s revived, imbued with super powers, and, as illustrated in your last painting, emerges from the waters and starts to wreak destruction upon the Earth.

or

Girl sitting by lake
Falls in
Floats to the top
Gets out, realizing nothing really happened.

 

Comments on: "Creative Writers" (19)

  1. Wow…you actually published these. thanks for including mine.

  2. Elena, I really like posting this!
    I like how every writer interprets your paintings!
    Exceptional! Congratulations to all! have a wonderful week-end! Big hugs, Stefania! 🙂

  3. Absolutely wonderful! I thoroughly enjoyed these!

  4. Love this! My writers group did a collaborative project like this with our local artists guild. Then we displayed the results at our local community festival. It’s super cool to see creative minds come together, and it never ceases to amaze me all the different things people see/feel from the same work of art. Thanks for sharing, all of you!

  5. It’s wonderfully fun to read different interpretations of these watercolours!
    Well done, everyone!

  6. Always a fun game to invent a story to go along with a photo or illustration. And of course your paintings are just wonderful and magical. And these are a little sad as well. Very nice collection of imaginings!

    Helen, I suspect her mother’s story was true and upon hitting the sea water her body began a transformation for the first time, her inheritance from her father. Perhaps she will even meet him one day, or maybe another sprite who knew him. 🙂

  7. What fun this was to take part in Elena.. and what a mix of ideas we all came up with.. Cindy I find myself wanting to know what happened next!
    As for my poem – I wrote it in 1/2hr and it could certainly do with a re-write!

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