Weekend Writing Prompt #148 – Somnambulist

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  This was no easy one, Sammi!  Thanks for pushing me (whether you know it or not 😉 )

Word Prompt

 

 

Exist or Live

 

He went through life by rote

Everywhere he went, he had been multiple times before

Same times, same movements, same trajectory

Like a somnambulist, he moved through existence

Never tripping, never seeing, never remembering

 

There was a danger in waking him, they said

 

Danger?

Yes, there is

 

If living life instead of existing is dangerous

If stepping outside the path

means experiencing both joys and sorrows

if awakening means seeing, smelling, feeling, tasting

 

By all means

Live dangerously

 

It Is Time – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here and I have to rush out to go to work.  Ugh.  There is a mountain of snow in front of my door and the white stuff is still falling!

Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this weekly shindig and this week, thanks go to Jennifer Pendergast for her photo.  If you want to participate, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.  If you want to see what about 70 or so others have to say about this, click on the blue frog!

Genre:  True Story

It Is Time

As Nicole approached her father’s hospital room, she overheard him speaking.

“How long will I live once you turn off the oxygen?”

“About ten minutes,” she replied.

“Okay then, we are doing it today.”

“Hang on there, sir, that is a horrid way to go.  We can’t just turn it off without preparation!”

“Well, I’m done.  I want it done today.  It’s been long enough.  It is time.”

“If you are absolutely sure, we will prepare you so that you go gently.”

Nicole walked away from the door and called her sisters, sobbing, “You have to come to the hospital…”