Assignment 3b: Prompts
We were given a snippet of text. A prompt. And had to write a piece starting with it.
I thought I saw a Unicorn. From where I sat, legs swinging in the breeze
it was perfectly reasonable to imagine. It was the kind of place where
you could believe. Where anything was possible. It smelt of summer. Of
sunshine and flowers. Where Bees, crazy with the intoxicating smell of
pollen didn't know where to land first. It smelt green. Of greens made
with oil paints from tubes, smeared on brushes and applied thickly.
Flowers all the colours of the rainbow dotted with small fingers until
the paint ran out. It felt magical. A place where Unicorns could roam
free, dusty white like icing sugar. Candy cane horns twinkling in the
sunlight. Flowers smiled up at the sun, basking in its canary yellow
glow. The cloudless expanse it sat in, like a blank canvas. Stretching
as far as the eye could see. Like a lid. Blue joining green at the
edges. Containing. Keeping this enchanted place secluded. Keeping the
This is where I belong :-)