Writing Prompt #14
1. Did I ever tell you about my pet kangaroo?
2. My mind was completely empty and then it struck me.
1. Did I ever tell you about my pet kangaroo?
2. My mind was completely empty and then it struck me.
I watched the dawning of creation, and frankly it was…
I can remember everything in the most precise details. But I can’t remember what she looked like.
“It wasn’t me!” I said, although it was a lie.
Where was Wendy when we were water-skiing?
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. I suddenly shocked myself to life as the earth around me died.
1.The brick forest was crumbling before their very eyes…
2.Tennessee told Terry to totally tear the thing…
There we were; I didn’t know what to make. I was at arm’s length and so were you. We both played a game of distance. Separated by awkwardness but united by a desire to connect but not attach.
The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. And as the alarming scream of a dying planet intensifies, smothering the groans of those who would greedily scoff in the face of reason; no lessons will ever be learnt. If we had the chance we’d do it all again.
He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud without shedding a tear.
The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog from his reins. He ran. Enthusiastically skipping childlike from bush to bow to bark. These moments are ours to
When we live in a world where satellites can find us with pinpoint accuracy; why do we feel so lost?
But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star. Everything has meaning and everything is full. Not just half full. No short measured optimism. The glass is full.
With clumsy club foot David crept the creaking corridors, circling the spiralling stairs.
Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on feeling instead of doing. Imagined futures and projected fantasies that come to nothing permeate the fog of a life lived in some half-awake state.
Mixed emotions flank the end of an illustrious career. Hard toil giving way to empty days. The rush of the nine-to-five now leaving space for brunch and afternoon tea.
Her footsteps crunching through crisp autumn leaves beat in time to the thud of her heart and the rasp of her breath. The rhythm grew pace as she corned the outer rim of the dusk soaked forest. She had left leaving too late, and now panic was in for the night.
Today’s challenge comes from Chris Hewitt who challenged me to write about what my dog Pablo was thinking. My wife and I got Pablo about eight weeks ago. He came… Read More »DAY 2 – 30 Day Writing Challenge
There have been over one hundred and thirty million books published in modern history. Every year that number grows by an average of two and a half million.
There is no Dewy Decimal system here. These books are not sorted by genre or author. They are not arranged by colour or size. I would never sort anything by date of publication, or date of anything else for that matter.