Prism Light, White Hot ♡ 101 FLASH FICTION PROMPTS
Prompt #2) Write a stream of consciousness without stopping, for three minutes using the following quote as an initial spark of inspiration. "Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper." - Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (1990)
When we were children we all believed in magic. My Grandfather was wonderful at it. He could do all the tricks of the trade and to say he had me fooled for many years was an understatement. I still believed in the Tooth Fairy and Father Christmas till I was seventeen. Our household was full of wonderful things, the unexpected, the mysterious. People in our town found us strange and many children chose not to play with me at school. They'd been warned by their parents to stay away from my kind.
Being an oddling isn't what people always think. We don't curse or harm, although I have to say I'm very tempted at times. It's a lifestyle, a happy place, healing and cleansing the soul. I believe we're all free, if we choose to be and those children at school definitely didn't.
The prism light is our traditional sacred tool. My Grandfather showed me when I was of age and it made everything clear. The rainbow behind it bright and engaging. All children should believe in magic, but I was no longer a child.
Thank you so much for reading,
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