Writing101 – Nobody knew where Silke was


Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

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Nobody knew where Silke was

It was a warm winters day in a cold, dark country and nobody knew where Silke was.
They’d searched the fields, the forests and the town but no-one knew where Silke was
Her mother cried, her father fretted, but no-one knew where Silke was
Her brothers drank and fought and blamed themselves but no-one knew where Silke was

Silke walked unafraid

In the deep dark nordic forest, Silke walked unafraid
The bracken and forest litter crunched satisfyingly under foot as Silke walked unafraid
Bloody knife drip drip dripping in her left hand as Silke walked unafraid
No fear in her eyes, nor a quantum of regret, Silke walked unafraid

Pant, pant, pant

The big, bad wolf dragged itself forward. Pant, pant, pant
Confused, agonised, bleeding. Three paws and a stump. Pant, Pant. Pant
Weakened, dizzy, vision blurring. Pant, pant, pant
Tried to protect her cubs from the monster, failed. Pant, pant, pant
Submitted to the inevitable, turned to watch the monster approach. Pant

Skip, Skip, Skip

Silke skipped merrily through the forest. Skip. skip. skip
Covered in wolf-blood, scratches here and there. Skip, Skip, Skip
Riding Hood crimson with eviscera. Skip, Skip, Skip

Knife hidden behind her back, approached the old wooden shock
Knocked on the old woman’s door
Scream of horror. Who let you out? What have you done?
Is that blood?

My Grandma what big eyes you’ve got.