June 24 Writing Prompt – Hot Air Balloon

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Please vividly describe the sensations and experiences of  what riding in a hot air balloon  would be  like. Use your senses to fully describe your chosen aspects or elements of this experience! 

(Maximum 100 words; genre of your choice.)

 

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  • Linda Vos

    Up, Up And Away
    By Linda Vos

    I feel a strange floating sensation – a
    little frightening but I don’t want it to stop. Everything
    is silent except for a puzzling whooshing sound that I can’t quite
    place. Now there’s a smooth but persistent rocking motion.
    Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly see a flicker of light.

    I turn my gaze in that direction and there are streaks of beautiful
    color. The streaks become larger and lighter and there is the sun
    peeking over the horizon. I realize that I am in a gondola swaying gently beneath a hot-air balloon.

    • Ron Brooks

      Linda, I like that you included the whooshing. Were you referring to the air slipping by or the occasional louder whooshes of the helium being burned? Either way, this is very nice.Ron Brooks

  • Marlene Mesot

    Nonfiction

    One cloudless sunny summer day a hot air balloon landed in our yard to refuel. Our house and kennel had a large open field on a corner lot of four acres. My husband and our two young sons went up aways, then down, on the offered trip. I got to see the large, chest high open basket up close and the red-and-blue balloon fabric laying on the ground. I feared the basket swaying like the motion of a gondola hanging from a wire on a rail above a mountain, which I had experienced with Grandma. My family enjoyed it.

  • Diane Landy

    BALLOONS ARE FOR BABIES
    By Diane Landy
    Picture Book, first 106 of 450 words
    (Paragraph breaks are page turns)

    Half asleep, I shuffle to the car wearing my pajamas.

    Mom hands me a surprise. The hot chocolate warms my hands and smells delicious. Still, I’m too cranky to smile.

    Ours are the only headlights along the endless road. Now with Grammy gone, Mom drags me everywhere. It’s boring and embarrassing to be treated like a baby.

    I miss days with Grammy, baking and laughing and reaching into her Summer Box of fun things to do.

    Then I see them. Chatter erupts in the car like a nest of baby birds.

    My eyes feast on the colors as we spill outdoors. I run to the unfurling…

  • Ron Brooks

    Love’s Slow Flight – by Ron Brooks

    The wooden bench topped with a thin cushion is hardly comfortable, but it’s unimportant. What draws my attention is the seductive sway and the slight rotation first clockwise, then back as a gentle breeze cools my cheek and ruffles my sleeve. Lisa’s hand is in mine, and I feel the blush of young romance—even though we’ve held hands through more than 26 years. We clink glasses, sip champaign and celebrate each other and the serenity of a sunset flight. The ride is slow, but for me, forever would be just right.

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