That happens sometimes, but your piece was wonderful I loved the bit of humour at the end

Next prompt is up

There's always a first time...I think I'll try this out.

Warning: It contains some mature themes, and is a bit dark.

FESTIVAL

The beautiful city is alight. The Festival is about to begin.

Bright lights, suspended as if by magic in the air. The sound of music everywhere. People laughing, singing, dancing. Some drunk, some sober, all alive. They are waiting for the toll of the silver bell, which will announce the start of the Festival.

On the pavement lies a young man, his ragged coat hanging on his emaciated frame. The sixpence clutched in his hand is not enough for even a loaf of bread, not enough to feed his mother and sister who await his coming home.

On the sidewalk, a woman with painted lids and lips reeks of gin and smells of musk. The man who gropes her does not seem to see the fear in her eyes, the tears she holds back.

On the street a young boy crawls to the prone body of his mother and begs her to awake. He shakes her shoulder, pulls at her hands, breathes into her mouth. She goes on sleeping.

Far into the distance, the silver bell tolls.

The city is alight. The Festival is about to begin.

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How did I do?

Thank you Corazie! I've decided to give the May prompt a shot.

Note: I took 'bunting' to mean the bird kind. Not so dark this time, but lots of symbols.

BUNTING

The path led upwards, through the small gates and into the cemetery. In the centre of the cemetery was a tall tree. It had been there longer than anybody could remember. Tall and proud, it was not yet bent by age. On its branch was a nest, and beside the nest a bunting chirped.

Quietly, the wind rustled the branches. A single leaf dropped from the branch and landed on the arm of a young woman below the tree. She brushed it off absently.

Above her, the bunting fell silent.

She gently placed the bundle of carnations on his grave and bowed her head. “Miss you,"  she said softly, and brushed the headstone with her trembling fingers. Then she turned and meandered down the path that led away from the grave of her husband. The wind rustled in reply.

The bunting spread its wings…and took flight.

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Feedback or critique is welcome.

Last edited by OohlalaBimbo (06-02-2011 06:37)

I love the corgi one

Time for July
It's a pity this keeps getting buried amongst hundreds of boutiques and "look at my edit even though we have a dedicated thread" threads

I hope you do cute

Last day for this prompt, and no entries Oh well, maybe next month will be more successful!

first time! ill try my best (i have the urge to keep writing!)

CASTLE

I skipped along ahead of him while he chased me and grabbed my wrist, spiining me around he said " Be careful baby i dont want you to get hurt." I kissed his soft lips, laughing it off and strolled up the stony path. I didnt even know why we were here, i just knew we were going to see a big house.
I squinted into the brilliant sunshine and tilted my head to the sky. I stopped and spun to where Tyler was standing i was lost for words when they said 'big house' i didnt expect it to be this big! Its turetts were in the sky and its huge arched doorway sparkled in the midday sun. He laughed and took my hand leading me into the beautifully strange castle