tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post2295707648160625249..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Forest in the Attic Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-22925046273299867732013-12-06T20:02:58.009-05:002013-12-06T20:02:58.009-05:00Love it! Great touch with the dryad and the natura...Love it! Great touch with the dryad and the natural tree-fall :)<br />Great description of the room and nice interpretation from the painting. A*lot* going on in the last paragraph. If you were to continue, I'd suggest spreading that out. As it is, it all sounds intriguing!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-74883795287767694682013-12-06T17:35:48.536-05:002013-12-06T17:35:48.536-05:00Interesting world. The magic slides in quite smoo...Interesting world. The magic slides in quite smoothly.Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-54871540871466391662013-12-06T17:33:28.460-05:002013-12-06T17:33:28.460-05:00
Prompt: Forest in the Attic
The house was mad... <br /><br />Prompt: Forest in the Attic<br /><br /><br />The house was made of wood, which was disturbing, but I had known the humans used the material a lot. Raina had probably not even thought of the impact on me. I touched a hand surreptitiously to a banister, probing, and got two welcome surprises: the wood was all from natural tree-falls, and I was not the first dryad to have come here.<br /><br />I slid my hand along the banister as I followed Raina up, hoping to sense more from the friendly house about my predecessor. But the old wood held little more than memories of its life and the barest hints of what had come since. <br /><br />Raina stopped before a door at the top of the stairs. “I hope you like it.” She pushed the door open.<br /><br />It was bright in the attic, and the first thing I noticed was that the windows looked directly out over the forest I was here to save. But then my eyes took in the forest inside the attic itself: Raina had covered the room in ferns and other plants of my homeland. The floor shone like water, polished smooth and strewn with lilypad-shaped rungs.<br /><br />“Oh, sorry!” Raina laughed a little, almost as if hiding a strange uncomfortableness. She dashed across the room and hugged a basketball to her chest. “Frankie’s stuff gets around.”<br /><br />I nodded absently, still taking in the room and the amazing effort Raina must have gone through to make it pleasant for me. I turned back to see her troubled eyes. I had come for the forest, but I now remembered Dyella’s words about Raina: _She may need us, too_. I wondered when I would get to meet her son.<br /><br /><br />Time writing: ~20minAnnenoreply@blogger.com