“Are people born wicked?” (from Wicked, No One Mourns the Wicked)
A few days ago, I was contemplating the fact that most tales are told from the hero’s perspective. What if the story was told from the villain’s point of view?
Isn’t it all a question of perspective?
So this week, I’d like to invite you to write a story from the villain’s perspective.
Whether you decide to spin an old fairy tale in a new way or write a new story from your villain’s point of view, is your call. It’s your story after all.
And feel free to include a moral if you wish
Go where the prompt takes you and have fun!
Prose, poetry, fable… please share your stories in whatever style works for you.
Keep your stories/quests/tales below 1000 words
Post it on your blog and tag it MLMM, Tale Weaver, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Be sure to leave a pingback or a link so we (I) can read your contribution
Story of a stepmother
Don’t believe anyone who tells you that I am wicked! Whatever I do, it’s for my survival and that of my child.
It is not easy to tolerate another woman’s child, but I do it with a smile. I may not be as loving to them as with my own child, but still I do all that is required. It is true that I keep what is best for my own child but tell me which mother wouldn’t? If I argue over who gets the bigger portion, it is my mother’s heart that is at fault, not me!
For too long, people have maligned stepmothers, calling them evil and wicked. Just look at life from my perspective and you’ll know that I’m no villain but a saint in fact!
Linda is the host of Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last photo you took.” Take the last photo you snapped. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you look at it? That word is your prompt. Enjoy!
This is the pictureI took yesterday!
And looking at him, I think of not one but two words, innocent and naughty
Our Kitty has been with us for two months now. He has grown almost twice in size. He still bites us when ever an ankle or toe is found in his proximity. These are not the only naughty things he does.
Today he sneaked out when the main door was opened. I found him trying to play with a poor worm going about his business. It took three people, 15 minutes to bring him back, indoors.
Afterwards, he was all innocently looking at me, as if asking what did I do wrong? I am an outdoor cat so I should be allowed to explore the great outdoors. I told him that I cannot let him out by himself as he can get lost or even injured.
Anyway, this is him trying out the discarded packaging box for size!
The topic for Writer’s Quotes Wednesday’s Writer’s Challenge this week is ; Exciting
Excitement can be a momentary thrill, a favorite memory, or an obsession. You might be a very calm person and people who don’t know you well don’t think you get excited, but you know inside of yourself what does it. Most likely it is a combination of events that excite you and give you the excitement of living.
Maybe it is seeing your children succeed at their most recent endeavor – smiling, walking, first word, riding their bike, first day at school, first date, first day of work, marriage, first grandchild. Couple those things with what’s happening with yourself – an ongoing project – building something or helping someone, a new relationship, your work, a future trip, learning a new skill, a move large or small,
It could be that every little thing excites you.
having friends over,
going for a walk,
reading a book,
seeing the growth of your garden,
meeting people at the store,
finding a new accessory for your living room,
discovering a bunny in your yard,
sharing cookies with your neighbor,
playing with your pets,
learning a new word,
video recording your life and sharing it on Facebook.
Life without excitement becomes a boring, drudgery. we do need to keep the excitement alive to enjoy our life.
If we live our lives looking for the excitement and exhilaration that change can bring, we will be much happier than when we are eventually forced to accept it anyways.
As many people have often told us that life is all about perspective. If we seek new things to brighten our lives and get excited about them, believe me, you will enjoy them way more than if we had to reluctantly embrace them.
I had a distant relative who was quite old. She once told her daughter that though she had lived a long happy life, but she wasn’t ready to die just yet. Her daughter asked her in jest, what exactly was it that she was waiting for. She said that world had changed in so many way in her life and she wants to see what new inventions mankind would be making in coming years. This is the attitude that keeps us excited at every age.
The excitement of learning separates youth from old age. As long as you’re learning you’re not old.
Rosalyn Sussman Yalow
We don’t need to go looking for the fountain of youth. It’s right here in our mind and heart. Just keep the desire to learn and the spirit to get excited about each new discovery, and you’ll be forever young.
No one know what tomorrow will bring. We can either be fearful of it or excited about it. Every morning, I get up with this excitement that something new, something good will happen today. This makes me start my day with a smile and a lift in my heart.
There is no restriction on length of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
Holding it with all his might Lest that it may break free from his grasp This is all that he has earned in his life A little house to call his own
An umbrella of security to guard against the rainy days A few meager possessions, threadbare and poorly But he had his pride intact Pride he had in his impeccable honesty And a reputation that wasn’t tarnished by temptation
Last week I played devil’s advocate, ridiculing the virtues of honesty. So it’s just fitting that this week we take pride in threadbare respectability of honest living.
Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
You hurt me with unkind words And then offer an offhand apology You think this will make it all better What you don’t see is how your words hurt me I cannot show you my heart which is broken in pieces I may smile, a gesture to hide my hurt But deep inside, there is a gash which is never healed
This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our JULY guest photo!
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beautiful feathered cloud in the colours of a rainbow.
A great big thank you to Alethea for agreeing to be the featured photo this month. What a beautiful photo for us. Pop over to her blog at https://aletheakehas.com/ to show her some love!
“Hey look at that! Is this even real? Or just an illusion?
“What are you going about Marla?“
“Look at that cloud, it’s a feather cloud, iridescent, colored like a rainbow. I think it’s a sign from the heavens above!”
“Oh wow, you’re right this is something exceptional Marla. I think I should fetch my camera and take a few shots. It maybe worth a few dollars in the market!”
“Oh shut up Matt, just enjoy this beautiful sight and forget about making money out of it. I think it’ll bring us good luck on our venture. We should go ahead and invest in the bed’n’ breakfast opportunity, don’t you think so?”