Atalanta

Canada

Atalanta is for the Greek myth. She was fearless, faster than any man, cunning, beautiful, and wild, in her own way. She could use a bow better than anyone but Artemis, and had a passion for nature and animals.

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"All good things are wild and free." -Henry David Thoreau

Atalanta (Canada) published:

The Events of Last Yesterday

PROMPT: On the Last Day of the World

If I knew there would be no tomorrow,
I'd drain my bath, towel off, then drain my bank account.

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almost 3 years ago

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Atalanta (Canada) published:

The Birchlands

PROMPT: Names for Nature

There is a place, the number of who has gazed upon it seen on your own two hands. There is a stream, one of faintly trickling water, clear and pure as the eyes it reflects. As is common in nature's wily way, a hardwood spans it's banks; the end of one life making a literal bridge between two. In summer, clay finishes the shallow depths, in winter, prints of hares embellish the snow upon the solid victim of Khione. At...

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about 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) published:

Bull Of Wind and Earth

PROMPT: Slow Seeing

1:00 PM. The sky is not it's normal shade of purplish blue, but nearing teal in colour. I can see a wall of brick-like clouds moving forward in the sky. They resemble some godly figure pushing forward building blocks of grey steamy matter. The first move in a devastating game.
1:30 PM. Is it night? Am I underwater? The sky is so dark, and the murky green of the sea. Light filters through the clouds the same way as it...

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about 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) published:

Bull Of Wind and Earth

PROMPT: Slow Seeing

1:00 PM. The sky is not it's normal shade of purplish blue, but nearing teal in colour. I can see a wall of brick-like clouds moving forward in the sky. They resemble some godly figure pushing forward building blocks of grey steamy matter. The first move in a devastating game.
1:30 PM. Is it night? Am I underwater? The sky is so dark, and the murky green of the sea. Light filters through the clouds the same way as it...

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about 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) earned a badge Leader

about 3 years ago

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Atalanta (Canada) published:

Vesta to Vespa

PROMPT: Returning

I drove through the narrow alleys and twisty cobblestone streets. Multiple Vespas were parked against crumbling exterior walls. They were so contrasting, the gleaming of their chromium coloured sides, as they leaned against their wiry kickstands in front of stone siding. To my right rose a fountain of Neptune, recognizable only by the trio of now blunt prongs on his trident. Neptune's face was weathered away, his once regal nose a bulbous lump, his horses defeated shapes of vaguely equine...

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about 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) published:

Intro for a mystery

PROMPT: Creature View

The robin swung onto her perch. She was a hungry little thing, after the winter. Her heart beat swiftly, thumping in her breast. The quivering notes of a piano trickled outside, and the robin closed her eyes. The notes were like a warm ray of sun, to the bird. Vast swinging waves of noise came from inside the cottage. Sometimes they were loud, like a vixen, others were soft, sweeping willow boughs. Tasty smells of wheat, and rising yeast wafted...

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about 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) published:

One For The Basket, One For Me

PROMPT: Your World in Three Senses

I feel my arm slap instinctively at the mosquitoes crawling up my thigh. I wave them away, but occassionally the lucky blood-sucker gets his needle-like beak into my flesh, and I feel a sharp sting. The hat I'm wearing does little to protect me against the sun, and I can feel its warmth on my forehead, drawing out beads of sweat just as bubbles appear in a pot of boiling water. Clammy and sticky, my hands pick raspberries from their...

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over 3 years ago

Atalanta (Canada) published:

Going once....

PROMPT: Zoom Out

My hands are quivering at my sides. I can smell the old wood, and the sweaty odor of the people around me. My ears pick up the scuffing of foldable chairs against granite and the constant boom of the auctioneer. My heart is racing, I can feel it pumping in my chest despite the numerous auctions I've attended. I thrust my hand up in the air, I see the potential of a brass cup, hidden behind the film of grime and...

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over 3 years ago

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over 3 years ago