Writing Collaboration #18 – Moving
Peter Wyn Mosey It seems like forever since I last posted a writing collaboration. I do still have a couple in…
Poetry
(A Field Of) Scapegoats
"We didn't start the fire" he said "they did" he said as he pointed at his field of…
Writing Prompt #19
Today’s prompts are here! Use them however you please, just be sure and tag this post when you…
Submissions- We Need You!
The Finest Example needs your help! We need POETRY We need FICTION of all lengths! We need ART…
Writing Prompts 2019: The Stars
I started posting writing prompts a couple of months ago after enjoying writing based on prompts given to…
Was I There?
The age old chicken and egg. Numb. But, was I there there in 1979 Unpacked and new in…
Automatic Writing #3
Why then six sick sink hole sized faces in the night do we the undersigned under sighs of…
A Winter Englyn
Frost bites crisp and lights clip days
Writing Prompt #15
Today’s creative writing prompts are…. 1. The dogs of war have just been fed. 2. Yellow. Or, use…
A Week Of Fridays
Cram-packed car-parked Throngs of headless chickens Stacked-up backed-up limited time one-off offer Count-down marked-down inventing new traditions Nowt-left…
Automatic Writing #3
Hide in the bark the forgotten winder spun the free song to the tired goats on the porridge…
Writing Collab #15- Camino Sunrise
These circles of distraction sky-high goals
Writing Prompt #14
1. Did I ever tell you about my pet kangaroo? 2. My mind was completely empty and then…
Boris.
Stroll on.Scroll on.Liesfor likesFillinga voidruled overBy perverted algorithmsA depressing oppressionof fun-filled-factsand trivial Tuesday tidbits torn tremendouslyFrom the mouths…
Writing Prompt #13
Steady there. Don't drop the... I haven't the heart to tell you.
Automatic Writing #1
I reckon and beckon eternal feet for the foraging forensic firesides fanning the flames of several large giblets…
The Sun
A found poem – any words and opinions are certainly not my own- they are in fact the…
Writing Prompt #12
This was literally the worst thing that ever happened to me... Your eyes.
Writing Prompt #11
The touch of her... Santa woke with a panic, it was three days before Christmas and those bastard…
Dreaming of Walls
Devise a personal reality Divide opinion and emotion.
Supporting Artiste
I don't get my name in lights. Or even in the credits
Writing Prompt #10
I am a funk addict. Let me tell you about my dealer... This is not a confession
