Roasted rare Earthen tuber, orange like the setting sun, melted sweet and warm on her tongue. She studied her creation on the plains below. Her Youngling workforce departed, dragging their feet, hair blowing heavy in the evening breeze.
She turned and left.
“Here she is!”
A crowd cheered as she emerged, awaiting her grand reveal.
“This-“
Her award, a sculpture in her likeness.
“-for your work in advancements of Younglings. Look what you’ve created through them!”
A wall slid away, revealing her creation; the first city.
Gasps turned to cheers.
She beamed with pride, what would she craft next?
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
March 4, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes sweet potatoes. It can be part of a recipe, meal, or used as a nickname. Where do sweet potatoes take you? The grocery store? The garden? Mars? Go where the prompt leads!
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Wow. Her talent, energy and self-confidence…This is a positive and inspiring story.
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I love that you felt so strongly about this one. Thanks for leaving your thoughts on this piece nightlake
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I love the positive energy and the fluid feeling of hope and happiness in this piece. I’m a huge believer in confidence and inner intuition leading to fulfillment. In this respect I feel connected to this protagonist.
In other thoughts, I wish my hair was full enough to be heavy!! ╯︿╰
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I’m glad you could find something to connect with in this piece! It was an interesting one for me and I had the opposite plan for it actually. I love how different readers are impacted by stories, so uniquely.
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Move over, Wheaties! She’s sweet potato powered, anything is possible.
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Haha that’s brilliant! Wheaties don’t quite cut it this time.
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So beautifully robust, this story. She reminds me of a goddess. I love the opening line.
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She does like to think she’s a goddess of sorts and the opening line appeared of it’s own accord this time, one of those utterly rare, effortless gems we writers struggle for. Thanks Charli!
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