| General Fiction posted April 12, 2015 |
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A woman writer muses over her writing passion and its tools.
The Sacred Passion
by davisr (Rhonda)
The writer sat at her desk and pulled a long slender pen from her drawer. It was a beautiful instrument of her sacred passion, and it gave her a thrill as she touched its smooth metal surface.
By day she was a lawyer; a servant of the courts and of the people. In her hands people's futures were determined. She had to think hard and act fast, or the innocent might suffer and the guilty go free.
But at night, she was a writer, and in her hand she held the magic carpet that would take her to places she could never go in life. With the pen, she could be a poet, searching the depths of the human soul, or a storyteller, enchanting strangers with worlds unknown. She could touch hearts and manipulate fears.
The writer looked at the pen she held aloft and sighed. She slipped it carefully back into the desk drawer and slid it shut. She reached into her lawyer's bag and pulled out her laptop. The pen wasn't the only tool of her sacred passion and this smooth metal surface thrilled her even more.
Writing writing prompt entry
The writer sat at her desk and pulled a long slender pen from her drawer. It was a beautiful instrument of her sacred passion, and it gave her a thrill as she touched its smooth metal surface.
By day she was a lawyer; a servant of the courts and of the people. In her hands people's futures were determined. She had to think hard and act fast, or the innocent might suffer and the guilty go free.
But at night, she was a writer, and in her hand she held the magic carpet that would take her to places she could never go in life. With the pen, she could be a poet, searching the depths of the human soul, or a storyteller, enchanting strangers with worlds unknown. She could touch hearts and manipulate fears.
The writer looked at the pen she held aloft and sighed. She slipped it carefully back into the desk drawer and slid it shut. She reached into her lawyer's bag and pulled out her laptop. The pen wasn't the only tool of her sacred passion and this smooth metal surface thrilled her even more.
By day she was a lawyer; a servant of the courts and of the people. In her hands people's futures were determined. She had to think hard and act fast, or the innocent might suffer and the guilty go free.
But at night, she was a writer, and in her hand she held the magic carpet that would take her to places she could never go in life. With the pen, she could be a poet, searching the depths of the human soul, or a storyteller, enchanting strangers with worlds unknown. She could touch hearts and manipulate fears.
The writer looked at the pen she held aloft and sighed. She slipped it carefully back into the desk drawer and slid it shut. She reached into her lawyer's bag and pulled out her laptop. The pen wasn't the only tool of her sacred passion and this smooth metal surface thrilled her even more.
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Writing Prompt Write a story or essay with the topic of "writing". Can be instructional or a character in the story can be a writer. Creative approaches welcomed. |
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Thank you, MoonWillow, for the beautiful art work!
By the way, I'm not a lawyer, but my daughter is, and she's a writer, too.
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and 2 member cents. By the way, I'm not a lawyer, but my daughter is, and she's a writer, too.
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