Land Of The Gnomes
Prose...Gnome
To practice writing, pick a topic, any topic, and start writing. Don’t judge, don’t edit, just write. For normal practice, after a certain period of time, perhaps 10 minutes, stop writing. For this blog, you are invited to leave a comment with the first 50 words of your writing on the topic. I’ll pick the topics–you write 50 words
The gnome was always in the flower bed close to where the toadstools grew. He actually lived beneath the toadstools deep into the soil. He'd sit and watch his treasure for hours at a time. He'd never talk about his treasure, but, if you looked close enough he'd have it lying beneath the hood of a toadstool to keep it out of the rain. He wasn't a very big man, but, they never really are. He had pointed ears and he kept his beard combed to a point. He seemed not to be too friendly to strangers, it took me forever to befriend him
If you said hello to him he'd answer but then he'd quickly get too busy to chit chat. Mom loved for him to live in the flower garden just around the corner of the house. She purposely grew meadow ferns because she read somewhere gnomes thrived in and around meadow ferns, so he'd be happy there. He was mostly friendly with fairies because they helped him. If anybody, such as a troll or a leprechaun was coming around the fairies would bring it to his attention. You'd often find a fairy or two somewhere close to his home perched somewhere on a branch of a rose bush or maybe on a bird of paradise.
To practice writing, pick a topic, any topic, and start writing. Don’t judge, don’t edit, just write. For normal practice, after a certain period of time, perhaps 10 minutes, stop writing. For this blog, you are invited to leave a comment with the first 50 words of your writing on the topic. I’ll pick the topics–you write 50 words
The gnome was always in the flower bed close to where the toadstools grew. He actually lived beneath the toadstools deep into the soil. He'd sit and watch his treasure for hours at a time. He'd never talk about his treasure, but, if you looked close enough he'd have it lying beneath the hood of a toadstool to keep it out of the rain. He wasn't a very big man, but, they never really are. He had pointed ears and he kept his beard combed to a point. He seemed not to be too friendly to strangers, it took me forever to befriend him
If you said hello to him he'd answer but then he'd quickly get too busy to chit chat. Mom loved for him to live in the flower garden just around the corner of the house. She purposely grew meadow ferns because she read somewhere gnomes thrived in and around meadow ferns, so he'd be happy there. He was mostly friendly with fairies because they helped him. If anybody, such as a troll or a leprechaun was coming around the fairies would bring it to his attention. You'd often find a fairy or two somewhere close to his home perched somewhere on a branch of a rose bush or maybe on a bird of paradise.
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3 comments:
That was a very sweet piece. I love the idea of them perching on a Bird of Paradise! A good friend who passed away six years ago always loved that flower. I think he would have liked this story.
Thanks for visiting my blog and wishing my dad a happy birthday. Keep visiting so I keep remembering to visit your delightful spot :)
If I understand this correctly you want me to write 50 words on your topic. Okay....here you are:
Protecting his treasure sometimes made the gnome anxious. When his anxiety was high he got angry and lashed out at anyone who came too close to his treasure. With the anger also came ugliness. His pointed beard frizzed and flowers near him turned brown at the edges from his aura
Well, this was indeed a very delicate one and loved the idea of a fairy perched up on a branch nearby.
Thanks for stopping by and the encouragement. I have been travelling and is getting settled to the winter here in US.For sure am around and would get going soon on my rounds.
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