Writing Prompt: Seven of Swords

Written By: Jess - Mar• 22•15

They’re back! I’M back! Yea!!!!!

So Jack and I are living in Tooele now (no it’s not actually ‘forever away’) and love it. There is a down side though. There’s not a whole lot of places for me to go and write. When we lived in Draper I had multiply options. There was the library, Barnes & Noble, Starbucks, and several other awesome spots. But my favorite was the Harmon’s cafe seating upstairs. It remained out of the way, open way late, clean, comfy, and most importantly, perfect for my writing.  Tooele does not have a Harmons, let alone any places open past 9 pm to write other than McDonald’s.

So McDonald’s it is.

I’ve been out of the writing habit for a while now due to editing, and blending previous written work, but I’ve reached a point in my revisions that I need to completely tear out and write new stuff for my novel. (Cue crying.) It’s a pain, but I hate it less than the editing I’ve been doing lately.

 

But in other news, I’m going to try and start doing prompts again. I haven’t decided if there’s going to be a word limit on them. On some there might, but for now I’m just aiming for short.

After Christmas I bought The Archeon Tarot deck for some writing prompt inspiration (does anyone else like to use Tarot decks for this?). It’s by far one of the most beautiful decks I’ve seen. I scanned the cards and found one that I thought would be fun to base a story off of, and then looked up what it meant.

Seven of Swords (According to Tarot for Writers)

Upright it represents: Betrayal, deception, getting away with something, stealth

Reversed: Mental challenges, breaking free

Writing Prompt: Seven of Swords

seven of swords

The crow rustled his ink black wings, spraying stale raindrops in arches that caught the familiar silver moonlight. He blinked and cocked his head as he stared hard through the indigo night at the glittering sphere. Thin, golden links attached themselves to the side of it as it lay at the bottom of the ravine.

Flap. Snatch. Pretty thing.

Not a shadow lingered in a single cranny as the sphere glowed and glistened in the nook of a fallen branch.

His wings twitched, and he snapped his beak in frustration as he contemplated his favorite hiding place. The moon whispered ‘don’t do it,’ but the crow had already expanded its wings, sailing down on a gentle night current, and toward the glowing orb.

With a simple pluck and pull the sphere went up into the night, hanging by its links in the crow’s beak. He kept flying, going higher still until the link snapped in half. Startled, he cawed and circled back, but found the sphere stuck. And with it stuck, the light from the sphere overpowered the moon and chased the night away. 

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