EXERCISE Random Word Inspiration 3

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Kitti, May 27, 2016.

  1. Thoughts can be fickle things. Sometimes all it takes are a few words to spark an idea and those same words can have a different effect on everyone.


    What do these words inspire in you?
    Write whatever comes to mind, be it poem or prose. It doesn't even have to include the words if you don't feel like it!



  2. It wasn't so much that he thought she was attractive but that she had bewitched him, body and mind. From the moment that he laid eyes on her, he could feel a sensation like electricity running over his skin. He wasn't sure that he could look away from her, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. The rest of the world had stopped existing for him while his gaze clung to her, tighter than the pink silk dress hugging her frame. The voices that rang in his ears no longer held meaning, the only thought that he could form was of her, of making sure that she saw him. That was how it began.

    That was the night that he, once one of the most powerful men in the world, met the woman who would be his downfall. Soft rosebud lips concealed a tongue sharper than fangs while the doe-like eyes could only hint at the calculating thoughts swirling within. She had not been satisfied to take him and use him like a toy, like all the rest, and throw him away when she was done. She had humiliated the man in every manner imaginable, exposed his guilt and shame for the world to see, to depose him. The viper by his side had been feeding information to his opponents in the same breath she has whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
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  3. People were staring at him, the disgraced politician. Why wouldn't they be? He was seen with that woman that wasn't his wife and the media blew it out of proportion. But maybe they were right to do that. Memories of the time before gnawed at him as he sat at the bar, staring at a glass of booze in his hands.

    He hadn't known what he was getting into, when he first met her in this very bar. He was immediately entranced by her body, her attitude like spit fire. She sat right next to him and the two talked, about what he couldn't recall. When she left he just sat there, completely bewitched by her beauty. He thought he would never see her again. He was wrong.

    Time passed and the two grew close, far too close. He was enamored with her, that girl, would do anything to please her. He was too careless when it came to her, for eventually he came home, clothes unkempt and lipstick on his face. His wife saw it immediately and she ran up the stairs, crying. The next morning, he found that his wife had killed herself.

    The media was in an uproar when he came clean, guilt etched onto his face. After the suicide, he never saw the girl again. So in a way, he was left with nothing. Disgraced, he could only think about how you don't miss something until it's gone.
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  4. Bob was a man, this much he knew. Thus, Bob could freely watch his favorite show, Bewitched, and not have to worry about what people said. Truth be told, nothing really compared to getting home from his dead-end job and watching an episode of Bewitched. He didn't think he could explain just why it captivated him like it did. Bob simply saw it as one of life's small mercies, having something to look forward to everyday. Perhaps people might think less of him, for having only a TV show to look forward to. Bob however, couldn't care less.
    When the show ended its run, Bob was devastated, and died of a heart attack shortly thereafter. With his dying breaths, Bob was secretly grateful. Having nothing to look forward to, it would have been unbearable. Bob simply saw it as one of life's small mercies.
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