Every day this week, I'm using the last sentence of a book as a writing prompt. You can read about the challenge here. This story and the ones that follow are first drafts, so please don't judge them too harshly, and any feedback you might have is welcome!
Today's prompt is from Going Out with Peacocks and Other Poems, by Ursula K. Le Guin: "The Mountains of the sun are steep,/ rising to shadow at the crown,/ and valleys of the sun are deep/ and ever brighter deeper down."
I "borrowed" so much for this, repeatedly, I can't possibly call it my own.
The mountains of the sun are steep, rising to shadow at the crown, and valleys of the sun are deep and ever brighter deeper down.
Stairs descend, figments of your --, never-ending shimmering in the intensity. The truth lies below, protected by legions of degrees, fierce in their loyalty. You should have climbed into the clear air of space, devoid of oxygen, neutral, neither giving nor receiving. The center of the sun takes and takes. You feel as if you gain, the heat grows stronger, but you are giving.
The mountains of the sun rise above you, shadow at the crown, but you can no longer see darkness of any degree. Blinding light around, within - you no longer perceive a barrier. Valleys of the sun, your hope, your loss. Ever brighter deeper down.
Week 35: Creativity - Using Writing Prompts