Hi there! I’m excited to launch Spark Prompts, a set of writing prompts all geared toward sparking your creativity. Whether you’re suffering from writer’s block or need some new inspiration, take these prompts as a means to finding your story. When you’re done, feel free to share using the hashtag #sparkprompts so we can read your creation.
Here’s the first prompt:
Her hazel eyes scanned the sky once more. Holding her right hand out, she counted four fingerbreadths meeting the horizon. There was plenty of time left in the day; evening would still have to wait.
Fishing a hand in her messenger bag, her skin grazed the leather strap of her goggles. Searching further, dried biscuit crumbs nestled themselves underneath her fingernails. Finally, she grasped the rolled up parchment paper she had been looking for. After pulling the paper out, she shrugged off her bag’s strap, sending her belongings to meet the overgrown blades of meadow grass. Slumping to the ground, she lay prone with the paper held out in front of her. The cotton skirt of her dress clung to her sweaty calves. She sucked in a breath as she adjusted her weight to relieve her sore ribs poked by her corset’s ribbing. Wildflowers of orange and purple painted the otherwise dry land. The sight of the hillside made her lick her chapped lips. Even the land ached for rain. Peeling back the paper’s edge, she laid it flat on top of the earth, grass crunching upon itself underneath the blanket of parchment. The blueprints to an aircraft stared back at her. Creases and folds transformed the otherwise stiff paper into makeshift worn leather. She had memorized these blueprints to where she no longer required the physical copy, but her father’s initials in the bottom right corner reminded her of why she kept it.
An old sky dog he was known as. Many nights she spent with her father listening to his stories of far away travels and mysterious discoveries as a sky captain. Though his travels kept them apart, she always looked up to him. To her, he encompassed strength, nobility, creativity, and freedom with a dash of whimsy. Her heart’s desire was to make him proud.
But the voices of others flooded her mind.
Women don’t belong on airships.
You’re as delusional as your father.
A woman can never outrank a man.
She spat into the grass, the negativity turning her mouth sour. So what if a woman has never been sky captain? Traditions, like rules, were meant to be broken.
A loud hum overhead directed her focus upward. Propellers whipping the air forced her hair back like a sudden gush of wind. Sitting up on her knees, she marveled at the vast aircraft above her. The Aviator airship descended toward the city’s docks, ready to reunite with society.
Her eyes met the blueprints once again. Her father may have failed to produce a working ship, but who was to say she couldn’t do it? His legacy would live on; she’d make sure of it. With that, she folded the plans up again, placing them back into her messenger bag. She rose to her feet and readied her belongings over her shoulder. There was work to be done.
What did you come up? I’d love to hear your story!
Until next post,