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    I have a lot of friends who read my works and say they can't write because they don't know what to write about. I thought I'd start a thread where everyday there was a new "theme" or "words" used to write about for that day. Like when you were in elementary school and the teacher said to write a story using the words "elephant, water, hot". Things like that.
    Each day, whoever gets here first and wants to throw their idea out there can start the writing with their "theme" or "words" that day. We can each add our writing that day with their theme or words. I think it will be interesting to see all the different interpretations that can be thought up.
    I hope many of you out there will participate. It is within you. Let it out for all to enjoy.

    It's a cold, VERY rainy and stormy day outside, very much like autumn rather than spring, so I'll start today's writing using: AUTUMN

    Autumn is...

    Trees sweatered in moss

    A crisp fall morning awakened by
    the warm hands of the sun

    Leaves thumbing rides
    with passing winds

    A gypsy with jewels in her hair

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    We had a thread similar to this once called "Creative Challenge" and it went very well for awhile. I like your idea of having others submit the theme of the day though. This has much more potential than one person trying to continuously inspire others.

    I personally look forward to it.

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    Dreamer, could you get us started again? I was looking forward to this thread -

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    This would be really cool.
    let's restart it.

    here's a prompt:

    When I opened the dusty old box...


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    When I opened the dusty old box...

    The memories were so thick, I could taste them, smell them, feel them.
    The box was a time capsule, taking me back.
    Not to simpler days, just different days.
    Joys, problems, people – all of them different.
    The newest items, such as they were, were on top.
    As time went by, I stopped saving knickknacks and started saving obituaries and memorials.
    Grandparents, stepparents, aunts and uncles.
    Mementos from cherished pets whose clocks ran at a faster pace than mine.

    Underneath this layer of death showed another time.
    Not quite happier times – there were remembrances of lost loves and failed dreams.
    My gold necklace that was part of a matching set.
    Maybe she kept the other one, maybe she threw it away.
    Insignia from my brief stint in the military. I think it’s good for all that experiment didn’t work out.

    At the bottom are the earliest memories. Pretty coins and foreign currency.
    Souvenirs from family trips that I recall so fondly now,
    But were probably so boring when I was a kid.

    Which reminds me that my own child doesn’t have a box.
    A box to hold his own memories, to preserve his history.
    I empty my treasures into a nearby shoebox.
    I take the box downstairs, dust it off and shine it up.
    And get it ready to start life again – in the hands of my son.

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    That was beautiful, nodon!

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    The name was familiar
    the handwriting was not.
    Letters and cards
    long forgotten.
    I wonder if she ever completely
    forgot about him.
    I wonder if he ever completely
    forgot about her.
    They were in love
    there is no doubt.
    Did he keep these last
    tangible mementos of her, too?
    My mother was young and vibrant
    with her whole future laying ahead of her.
    She seemed so much in love with this man.
    I wonder what happened.
    It seems so sad that
    they let their love fade and die.
    I stumbled on a side of my mother
    that I never even knew
    when I opened that
    old dusty box.

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    (I hope it's okay if I write to my own)

    My first thought after opening the dusty old box
    was the pictures of a cat there, who moved with us
    from Arizona to Vermont. Those were the good old days,
    when Tofu, our cat, was still here.
    He had to turn from a mostly indoor
    to a mostly outdoor cat.
    That was 9 years ago.
    Then, after only 2 years,
    the hair on his tail began to fall out,
    and I wondered why he seemed to
    be moving slower, not eating as much,
    when my Dad took him to the vet.
    He cam back, sad, and I wondered,
    what was in the box. My cat was gone,
    and we buried him tha evening, and
    there was a full moon, or so it seemed,
    and my cat was gone forever. But we did
    get a new cat, who would chase her tail,
    and run around our home, looking as though
    she had somewhere relevant to go, but she
    never quite got there. We've still got her today,
    Thunder, along with along with another cat,
    Tucson, who chases squirrels and birds and
    runs around aimlessly, too. And to think
    this all started because of a single picture.


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    What about...

    After it was all over...


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    The old man slowly made his way around the banquet hall. He stacked the used dishes and glasses into his cart to take to the kitchen. The wedding reception he was cleaning up after was like so many he’d seen before. The bridal couple was nervous and unsure of what they’d just done. The bar was hosted and the emotions flowed freely. The music was loud and mostly inappropriate. He hoped that the marriage would work out, but he didn’t think it was likely. After twenty-three years of watching both weddings and marriages, he had a sense of which ones would work out.

    As the old man gathered up the linens for the service to pick up, he chuckled over tonight’s incident between the younger sister of the groom and the bride’s father. He wasn’t sure how many drinks she had before hitting on him, but it didn’t go over well. Most of the guests had gone home, but the family saw it and that led to shouting and threats and tears. He sensed that this couple found it too easy to fall into marriage.

    The room was ready for the morning shift to fold up the tables and stack up the chairs. He heard one of the doors open and glanced at his watch, 2 in the morning. Turning around, he saw his wife’s familiar face. Every night he cleaned up, she brought him some coffee and a snack. They would sit at the head table and share stories and coffee. Before turning off the lights and leaving, they walked towards the dance floor, hand in hand. He would hum a song that only the two of them could hear and they’d waltz around the dance floor, just as they did at their own wedding so long ago.

    They would share the same stories; hum the same song and dance the same dance whenever he had night duty. After it was all over.

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