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50-Word Vignette #31

Prompt: I Want

The shaman casts bird-bones and mistletoe
And frowns at their pattern.

Is it the seven-year king,
Or the seven-tined stag?

The harvest failed, and the rains came too soon,
So the land wants something for sure.

She casts again, and the voice speaks at last:
'I want you,' it says.



Anybody else like to join in and write their own? Just post it in the comments. All welcome.

Date: 2015-04-10 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] readthisandweep.livejournal.com
‘I want never gets.’
She always says this. It’s not as if I'm asking for the moon, or to date her boyfriend.
I ask her again. Same answer. (This could get boring.)
‘Pretty please?’
‘No chance.’
‘For goodness sake, Sis, all I want is to borrow your hair straighteners!’

Date: 2015-04-10 10:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seaivy.livejournal.com
of course, I have an I Want list she said
the usual things
health and happiness
a new washing machine
maybe that leather coat i saw
world peace of course
but after yesterday
right now I want
a certified pointy hat wearing witch
who will give him big ugly warts

Date: 2015-04-10 12:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] readthisandweep.livejournal.com
Lovely, Jen. I meant to say so earlier only I got carried away by the river... ;)

Date: 2015-04-13 11:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
'I got carried away by the river.' Well, who wouldn't?! ;O)

Date: 2015-04-10 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seaivy.livejournal.com
i re read it
the shaman is a woman!

I called them Shamoonesses
We need to read more about women with skills
thank you

Date: 2015-04-13 11:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
You're welcome.

What fascinates me is the theory that many shamans were likely androgenes, which is why they were seen as special, and as living in a 'between' place.

Date: 2015-04-10 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] writerjenn.livejournal.com
She jumped in the car, not stopping to put on shoes. She drove barefoot up the mountain, car tires slithering on the rain-slick road, windshield wipers flapping. He met her in the driveway, saying, "What are you doing here?" when she leaped out. And she wrapped herself around him.

Date: 2015-04-13 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Delicious :O)

Date: 2015-04-10 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] writerjenn.livejournal.com
It occurs to me that "I want" may be the prompt for most literature everywhere. ;-)

Date: 2015-04-13 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Very true.

Date: 2015-04-11 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marycatelli.livejournal.com
"I want to find a bed," said Talia, forlornly.

Rosa blinked. Tristan looked dispirited, too, and Rosa uneasily guessed that there had been more to Carstairs choosing those two than just having to choose any two to stay.

But she did not want to disturb them.

"Let's try the depot."

Date: 2015-04-13 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Aw. Hope they find a place to crash.

Date: 2015-04-11 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] edgyauthor.livejournal.com
Ooh, this is great! That last line is so wonderfully ominous...

Date: 2015-04-13 11:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jennygordon.livejournal.com
Thanks honey. It's another one of my vignettes that probably has a story behind it somewhere ...

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