for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Galaxy and the limit, 92 words.
Did I sleep? Don’t know, I’m too excited. I crawl from my tent.
Thousands of people are laughing, wandering about. Some sit, head in hands, vowing never to drink again!
It’s starting to rain. We cheer! The ground’s turning to mud. What’s a festival without mud?
The crowd’s moving towards the arena where a galaxy of stars awaits. Guitars are being tuned, drums bashed, mikes checked! One-two-testing, one-two-one-two!
Almost there. Ready?
Suddenly the sheer volume is mindblowing. I’m swaying, swinging, spinning, singing. I look stupid! I don’t care. Nobody cares!
Festival … enjoy!
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Nice story.
I’m pleased you liked it. Thankd Sadje.
You’re welcome ☺️
Enjoying oneself without any care in the world is key
Indeed it is! Thanks Shweta.
You are most welcome 🙂
There’s nothing quite like it, is there.
Very true Mimi! Cheers.
Keith,
You took me right into a festival goer’s mind and made the festival excitement all come alive!
pax,
dora
I’m really pleased, thanks so much Dora.
I was right there, mud and all! So atmospheric, Keith.
Glad you had some muddy fun Jenne! Thanks so much.
Dear Keith,
Shades of Woodstock. You had me there in the moment…mud and all. Good job! https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/06/13/weekend-writing-prompt-galaxy/
Shalom,
Rochelle
Woodstock for you, Glastonbury for us, mud and all! Thanks, Rochelle.
Great atmosphere!!
Thanks so much!
Great story Got me right into the mood
I hoped it might! Cheers Marja.