Facing a creative block, Maureen uses word associations to stimulate inspiration. By bouncing associated words back-and-forth with a friend or an AI chatbot, she creates a list that brings forth unexpected connections. Turning this into an exercise of crafting micro stories using a sublist of these associated words, Maureen transforms her listlessness into a creative flow, enjoying the process while uplifting her mood.
Auteur: Maureen Astrid
🌸 Schrijver & thee drinker 🌸
The Magic Cup: A Celestial Chamoflora Micro Story
Slowly she walks towards the window. The gnarled wood of the windowsill bathes in the sun rays of the soft morning sun. She longs for the warmth to relax her cold, tired muscles. Carefully she places the feather-light glass on the wood before pouring the 'Celestial Chamoflora' tea into it. A generous spoon of honey slowly melts in the hot water.
Creativity in Times of Overwhelm
Finding Peace through Imagery and Storytelling - 🤗💜 The past few days I've been feeling the need to retreat from "the world". Overwhelmed by all that is going on in my life I sometimes just want to float away, in a dreamy world, where I can just BE. To rest and replenish so I can safely return to this world, feeling stronger and ready to take on whatever is facing me.
Autumnal Wonders Fair in the quaint little town of Windy Brook
Autumnal Wonders Fair in the quaint little town of Windy Brook - A new story is unfolding. One that takes place in autumn, in the small quaint town of Windy Brook, somewhere in the Netherlands. People are preparing for the Autumnal Wonders Fair, that takes place only three days every year. Can you hear the hustle and bustle of people preparing? Feel that special sense of autumn in the air? Think of all the autumn produce, like fruits, nuts and pumpkins. The smell of cinnamon & chocolate at the coffe stand, and freshly baked apple pie. My mouth is already watering 😁 What is your favourite thing at of autumn at the fair?
The train that wasn’t supposed to come
A story imagined by using Dixit-cards "Humming softly, Harry Krok stood on platform 1 of the station on the Flowerstreet . All his travel papers were safe in the bright blue backpack on his back. His suitcase was next to him, it was almost too heavy to lift. Yesterday the suitcase was about to explode after he had packed everything, so he had tied a strong leather strap around it. Now nothing could happen to it."