Good evening, everyone. Today’s been kind of a busy day, but the new place is already starting to feel like home.
Anyways, not much, just wanted to state my posting plans for the next week. Then, I want to show you guys the response for my first prompt of the year for my 1000 Prompt Challenge.
Sadly, I don’t really have a lot I plan to post this week (other than aforementioned prompt), since I still need to focus on unpacking and putting things away. Hopefully soon, I can settle down, and resume work on KoB as soon as possible.
Which brings me to some slightly bad news, but it’ll ultimately work out in my favor.
Because of the hectic way 2016 ended (and the fact that unpacking may take longer than I realized), I’ve decided to push Book 1’s publishing date back to April of 2017. I need more time to finalize and re-finalize character designs. Plus, I read a post here recently that made me think heavily about my writing style (especially when it comes to narrative), and it’s made me wanna give a quick edit to all of the Episodes in Arc 1. I also need to focus mainly on the Bonus Episodes to get those done. There won’t be any in Book 1, but there will be some in the rest of the books. For some reason, I have a harder time writing those, and I’ve been having a really hard time with the third one of the Arc.
Anyways, as I mentioned before, here is my response to Prompt #627 as part of this year’s challenge. I hope you all enjoy!
“Forget roses and tulips, Tyler’s favorite flower is the sunflower. She goes to sleep one night with her backyard the weed-choked bed of grass is normally is and wakes up to a half-acre filled with sunflowers. Write about the person or thing that causes this.”
Tyler had a lot of hope, but she never truly believed in magic. She doesn’t know when this started, or why. Maybe it started when she was seven, and learned that the Easter Bunny didn’t exist. Or maybe it was when she was twelve, when she grew too old to believe in Santa Claus. Or maybe it was when she was twenty-two, when she decided to declare herself an atheist. Regardless, despite all of that, she still believed in hope…and even in the occasional miracle. That’s why she loved the sunflower, and why she was floored with joy and confusion when she stared outside her back window overlooking the yard.
Who could have done this? A million different possibilities ran through her mind. Was it a true and loyal friend? Was it her loving parents, wanting to surprise her? Was it an admirer, seeking to impress her?
Without even changing out of her pajamas, she threw on a jacket and ran outside, her eyes widening further as she inspected the yard of sunflowers up close. The yard has never grown anything before, despite her multiple attempts.
“Who…or what, did this?”
She turned around. She watched as a stranger approached her, a kind smile on their face.
She grew confused, even a little suspicious, as she looked over the stranger and asked them: “Who are you?”
“A stranger. A friend.” Their reply was kind.
She looked from the stranger to the yard, trying to find her next words.
“You…you did all of…all of this?” Her heart pounded in her chest. “But how…and why?”
The stranger’s smile only grew softer, their eyes twinkling with a kind and happy light.
“Because, it’s what I do.”
Internally, she wasn’t satisfied with the answer. Torn in between thanking them and asking more questions, she turned back to the field. She breathed in deep, taking in the scent of the flowers as it wrapped around her. She gazed at the yellow petals, the warm sunlight shining through the plants that towered over her. She felt happy. She felt at peace. She felt warm. She felt…hope. A rekindled sense of hope and belief that she has never felt before.
She turned back around, intending to thank them profusely…only to discover that they were gone—vanished into thin air.
Bewildered, she looked around, even diving into the field of flowers in an effort to find them. With no luck, she returned to the edge, looking over the marvelous blossoms that turned to face the gorgeous, warm sun.
Slowly, a blossom on her own spread across her face. It was as bright and sunny as the flowers before her. She felt it swell up inside of her, almost making her explode with happiness. Instead, she turned around and almost literally skipped into the house, humming happily. She vowed that if she ever came across the stranger who did this, she would thank them properly…and maybe repay a bit of kindness in turn.
She never saw the stranger again, and despite never learning their name, she decided to call them “Hope”.