Seekng New Muse: Inspire me...

[labelleizzy]

Here's an offer to all you bored Residents of Internet out there.

I'm hijacking a meme from a much more accomplished writer cadhla, and offering it to you wholesale.
(oh, and btw go read cadhla, she's a local girl and a hell of a songsmith!)

Post a comment with three words and I will dust off my creative writing skills in an attempt to use your three words in some kind of creative writing project, whether poem or ficlet is yet to be determined, also let me know if you have a preferred format (type of poetry, drabble, ficlet, short story, preferred fandom?) and I will see what I can do.

I make no promises. I tell only the lies the Muse whispers sweetly in my ear.

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[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

Noah couldn't believe his luck.

A mating pair of cheetahs, another of gazelles. Both pairs were ambling onto his boat, as though they weren't naturally prey and predator...

He figured this, if nothing else, was proof of divine intervention...

Contrary to popular belief, the last animals onto the Ark weren't the Unicorns. (well, since the Unicorns didn't MAKE it onto the Ark, seems that was a moot point, a point fit for folk singers to examine...)

No, the last animals onto the Ark were the Giraffe. Too damn mellow for their own good, he grumbled. And skittish as cats, then, having those long legs to wander off with... he'd have to build a special porthole for them to extend their long necks through...

The skies darkened. Ominous thunder rumbled... the Giraffe was still recalcitrant. He and his mate, anyway, WERE still recalcitrant, wandering just outside of the Ark's apparently magnetic sphere of influence.

Noah knew they were herbivores, and made a frantic run through of the stored-foods inventory... Apples? Dried apples with honey?
How ironic if it were to work... one apple to damn, another to save...

He took a bag of the tasty treats out on deck. At this height, he'd be eye to eye with the beasts. He waved a dried apple round in the freshening breeze, upwind of the piebald long-neck beasties....

Noah saw a head turn. Then two heads turned. Two long legged, long necked, limpid-eyed beasties turned and ambled toward the enormous boat... He waited just long enough to assure himself of their interest, then scrambled down the ladders to the gangplank, where he met the gentle giraffes just as the rain started falling.

They followed him aboard with the promise of honeyed apples, and Noah heaved a sigh of relief, ticked the last box on his checklist, and signaled his son Ham to raise the door.

They would be prepared for the coming flood.

[willrabbit.livejournal.com]

Well done!

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

thank you, kind sir!