C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun, and indirect inspiration for a novel I’m working on.

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C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun, and indirect inspiration for a novel I’m working on.

Writings

Followers

Following

Christmas

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

On Christmas Day, at six in the morning.

I arise in my bed with the sun as it’s dawning.

I’m full of excitement and run into the den,

A pile of presents, I count at least ten!

I run to find mother and ask if I can start?

She nods and I run back to rip them apart.

Inside the wrapping I find toys, books and games.

This is the best day ever, as Santa has came.

It’s thirty years later as I lay in b...

Poetry

Adventure

Meet The Maker

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I am the creator,

Bringing ideas into existence.

I am a race car driver,

Pressing pedals with precision.

I am a tool,

My fingers dancing in the clay.

I am a baker,

Placing my creation in the kiln.

I am vanity,

Full of pride at what I’ve made.

I am Frankenstein.

My creation misunderstood.

I am an addict,

I will do this all again too soon....

Poetry

Drama

Starting Fresh

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

This guy seems okay

Now that he’s sworn, I can too.

A base to grow from.

Okay, don’t seem too eager,

Even though I need a friend....

Poetry

Drama

Stick To The Plan

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I turned fourteen.

Work part-time they said. So I did.

Others being kids.

While I stack shelves and build my credit score.

I turned nineteen.

Start a career they said. So I did.

Others having parties sleeping in.

While I ride forty minutes on a bus to town.

I turned twenty five.

Buy a house they said. So I did.

Others going for dinner and drinks.

While I frugally cook my rice.

I turned thirty ...

Poetry

Drama

Confession

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I keep my secret to my chest,

Not because I feel shame,

Although I do change my name.

I just think it’s for the best.

A mechanism of defense,

In case I fail when I try,

Only I will know the why,

Rid of any pretense.

This is why I write as Carrow,

Creations hidden like a sin,

This is why I do not flout,

Like an archer without an arrow.

This is why I keep it in,

Like an author full of doubt....

Poetry

Drama

Sunday

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I rode into town on Sunday and walked into the saloon,

“I’d like a drink.” And made a clink, whilst placing my doubloon.

The barkeep cleaning glasses with a dusty little cloth,

Just gave a nod, then off he trod, to fetch one from the trough.

I looked around the beer hall to take in my surrounds,

And then my eyes, to my surprise, couldn’t believe what they’d found.

The one named Murderous Molly, ...

Poetry

Western

Run

C.J. Carrow

5 min read

We got there early that morning to secure our spot. Despite saying sober last night, the couple days of drinking that preceded were still taking their toll on me. A Spanish police officer points at the ground and holds up a hand as if to say _stay here._

The quaint city of Pamplona felt different this morning. The simplistic beauty I observed a few days ago was like stepping back in time to a si...

Adventure

When I Look In The Mirror

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

When I look in the mirror I don’t recognise the man staring back at me. In my mind’s eye I’m still a bright eyed young man, the mirror man is tired with bags under his eyes.

His greying hair is not akin to my luscious dark locks. The little wrinkles in his face do not belong on mine. The look of cynicism doesn’t reflect my optimism I feel inside.

He carries some extra kilos, whereas I have alwa...

Drama

The Park

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

_June 5_

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how much longer I can go on. Life just feels so overwhelming and there’s so much negativity in the world. People just live on their phones, I don’t even know the last time someone looked me in the eye.

Kids used to play outside, now parents won’t let them because everyone is a terrorist or a pedophile or has some hidden agenda. There’s so much mistrust. I was a...

Drama

Trust

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I went about life

Never suspecting a thing

That is why this hurts...

Poetry

Drama