Monday Motivations

I hope you’ve all recovered from your New Year celebrations. If you’re looking to get back into the writing groove, here are a few prompts for you:

  • A fresh start
  • The dark place
  • Monsters

I’d love to see your writing on any of these themes. Anything goes!

Now, last week, your theme was New Year. Here are your fantastic interpretations on this theme:

EDC Writing:

The week that stands for nothing
Christmas Day to New Year
The one you get closest
To losing everything
So much proximity
Too much time to think
Roll on … back to work next week.

Sarah Evans:

The new year comes in with a cheer,
Until we realise that the sheer,
Weight we must lose,
No more chocolate, cakes, or booze,
As exercise and weight loss are clear.

The new year comes in with a cheer,
Until we realise that the sheer,
Weight we must lose,
To make our fitness improve,
For a happier, healthier, new year.

And of course, here’s Rajiv Chopra with his continuation of the Mary Jane Series:

“The New Year has gone by, my sweet,” said Harley, poking her nose out from under the covers. The beautiful interlude had passed them by, and they had spent that wonderful day under the covers, engaged in activities that we shall not describe here.

“Yes,” replied Mary Jane. “It’s gone. Yet, the year is young. We need to make a resolution for the year.”

A pause, and then Harley flung the covers off, stretching her body, and curling her red painted toe nails. Her white body hid the muscles that rippled beneath the pale skin. She was strong, as was Mary Jane, yet without losing the essential femininity that defined the essential sensuality of a woman.

“What sort of resolution?” she asked. “Resolutions are for farts and old fogeys.”

“Not a typical New Year resolution,” said Mary. “Let’s resolve to be the meanest, baddest, wickedest, most feared and desired duo in the history of…of…of…unorganized crime. We shall be the sexiest and baddest couple in history. How’s that?”

“Sounds perfect,” said Harley.

“Now, what shall we do?” mused Mary Jane. “What shall we do?” She tapped the table top with her fingers, her eyes acquiring the look of someone lost in a maze of wicked, vengeful, relaxing thoughts. “What shall we do?”

Silence followed, and the sun streamed through the lace curtains, casting abstract shadows on their alabaster bodies. They looked like twins. White, sleek bodies, red-painted nails, red pouting lips. They differed in the colour of their hair. The intelligent, mischievous, slightly demented look in their eyes was identical. They were indeed made – born – for each other, waifs from the bowels of Hell.

“I know!” smiled Harley. “Let’s get the Joker and Spidey for all the trouble they have caused us. And, let’s get that sneaky devil, Sam, as well.”

“Frodo, we spare,” said Mary Jane. “He tried to save us, and he is so devoted.”

“What shall we do with them when we find them?” asked Harley.

“Oh, I don’t know, and I don’t care. Our wicked little minds will think up something most delightful, don’t you think?”

“Ohhhh yes…. What a way to start off the New Year,” smiled Harley. “What difference that the New Year has gone. We are the wickedest, sexiest, baddest, most desirable little crime duo in the history of crime.. We are the Crazies….. Let’s do it!”

Some distance away, in a dungeon smelling of bats, sat four men, hands tied behind their backs.

“Pah,” said The Spider. “It’s time for us to escape, and plot our revenge.”

The Joker grinned grimly. His red mouth made a ghastly, smiling gash across his white, alabaster face.

The eyes of the two had a crazed look in them. Looking at the two of them, the Hobbits were hopeful, and yet alarmed.

Wheels were turning, and events were slowly coming to a boil.

The year was young, and was about to witness events that had not been seen in a long, long time.



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28 Responses to Monday Motivations

  1. Lynn Love says:

    Just too late with my attempt at last weeks Monday / Tuesday Motivation, but looking forward to trying these. Happy New Year, Esther.

  2. EDC Writing says:

    Hi Esther … just the brief poem in the end … a ‘New Year’ story eluded me! Head down now to get the book finished … will be in touch by email. Eric

  3. Rajiv says:

    Happy New Year, Esther…. Much happiness and joy to you and your family in 2017!

  4. Rajiv says:

    And these prompts…. they promise some fun…

  5. DrEMiller says:

    Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
    Today’s Monday Motivations from Esther Newton is here! Also included are samples of last week’s stories and poems. Read on!
    Esther, thank you once again! Happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year to you!

  6. Pingback: A Fresh Start (flash fiction) | Simplicity Lane

  7. Steve says:

    Happy New Year! I just posted a response, A Fresh Start, on Simplicity Lane.

  8. TanGental says:

    No idea why but they stopped sending me your posts. I’ve tried refollowing to see if that sorts it. Then I’ll be able to join in!

  9. Rajiv says:

    And, here I am again!

    It is not often that we see the dark place that resides deep inside our souls. We keep it hidden away from sight, and away from ourselves. Whether we are saints, or whether we are villains, there is a strong part of us that does not like to look at this part of ourselves. We are ashamed of it. We fear it. What shall we awaken, our subconscious seems to ask us. It mocks us. Will we awaken the sleeping monster that lurks inside and, if we do, will we ever be able to slay it?
    What was happening to Spiderman, as he lay there in the dungeon, imprisoned as he was by Batman and Poison Ivy. He had always prided himself on being someone who respected the law. He was proud that he had always fought on the side of the lawmakers, and had brought villains to justice. He had found love, only to find himself betrayed again, and again. First, with those damned, sniveling Hobbits, and then with that insane, giggling Harley Quinn. Finally, here he was, trapped in a dark dungeon, the prisoner of Batman & Poison Ivy.
    How he had been fooled. He had always regarded The Bat as a paragon of virtue, and now he found that the man was the most cunning, the most ruthless and pitiless of all villains.
    In the events of the recent past, his pride had been dented, and now his beliefs had been shattered. How could this have happened to him – Spiderman? He had been the ultimate escape artist, spinning a web to catch others. How could he have let himself be caught in a web of his own pride and self-delusion?
    The more he brooded in the dark places of his mind, the more the shadow grew. It grew and grew, and acquired a mind and soul of its own. It had a blackness that was deep and dark, and engulfed everything around.
    The monster rose from the depths of his subconscious mind, and wounded pride. Soon enough it engulfed Spiderman. Spiderman now was the monster, and the monster was Spiderman.
    Outwardly, he remained the same, except for his eyes, which acquired a mad, dangerous, deranged look.
    Somewhere through the fog that had engulfed him, he heard a babbling voice. It was the voice of The Joker, a sly, evil voice full of malice, anger and spite.
    He smiled. His smile was no longer gentle, nor vain, nor pompous. It was pure evil, and dark. The monster had awoken from the depths of his now black soul.
    It was time for a new beginning, and he felt the full insanity of power being unleashed inside him. It was time to break the shackles, and for the true Spiderman to be born.

  10. Simon says:

    Maybe my writing new year can be kicked off with this.

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