Writing Prompt

Mika woke up to her cat, Moos, pawing at her face to shut off the alarm that had been screaming at her for an hour. It was 10 o’clock, three hours past the end of her ritual. Embers were still lit in the backyard, thin smoke traveling with the wind outside her window. This time of the month is the busiest for Mika, preparing for the Moon Dance and having to gather fresh spring water. She had a lon...

Dementia is such a debilitating thing to watch. The slow decay of the mind. The significant changes in personality traits. The stages of grief a person goes through when they realize they are losing themselves. Sometimes, the shutting down of the body until slowly a person becomes entombed by their own skin and bones. Living fragile for years because their heart and their lungs want to outlast the...

In another place in time

She’s lost inside

The wheels retract

And let out a deafening sigh

She was never meant for this world

I can’t say she’s getting old

Clearly a dime a dozen

Her heart is buzzing

When will she see

That she’s not where she’s mean to be

It’s here in time

Where it all unwinds

Some times she’s in trouble

The world had made her out to be a terrible thing

But cuz fx doin

s she b...

My gift has given me the opportunity to see so many fantastic periods of time. I’ve stood amidst the great fire of London, I watched Harold take an arrow to his eye, and I’ve walked the cobbled streets of Victorian England. But I never truly appreciated my own time. I’ve lived a good life, there is little I would change, but I never really appreciated the changes that happened.

Until I invited Es...

Sure, automation in machines makes sense. Start it along its predetermined path with a quarter or hitting the start or enter button and it fulfills its duties again and again until it doesn’t. But here we are now, with a small dot of an apparatus attached just behind the ear, completely camouflaged with a skin tone matching technology, providing a direct line to our thoughts. The tricky part - how...

Ephraim gazed out from under the parosale. Paris had changed quite a bit in the past couple hundred years. He swirled his wine, admiring its pale copper hue in the morning light. She should be here soon. The wine was light-bodied and spiced; any other day he would have drank freely. Today, however, he drank very sparingly. He would meet her again today.

The first time they met, Ephraim was still y...

Everyone claims being born in the wrong century, the wrong time, not me. I looked 18, but I’m not a blank page like everyone, all this memories of the time were there were no tall buildings, when the air was pure, when the forest were full of trees and the roads were pure dirt, but the greater memory of all, it’s of them, of that voice, of those eyes, or that-

-Ma’am- said the lady in front off me...

“What the- ok, ok…explain that one more time?” Nora said, inspecting the man standing before her.

“Alright, fine. But we’re running low on time here!” He took a deep breath. “I am your father. Your mother is in trouble, and Nora, Nora I need your help.” The man pleaded. If he really was Nora’s father, then his name was Damien and this mother figure was Arantaxa. That was all she knew about them

...

“I don’t see it, dude,” John said.

“Are you blind it’s right there,” Paully said.

“What are we looking at anyway?” Tommy stood nearby scratching his shaved head.

“Paully has found Jesus,” John said, “in the MacGarrettys’ kitchen cabinet allegedly.”

Tommy scratched his beard. “For real.”

“It is right here, ya morons, look right here.” Paully jabbed his finger on the inside bottom of one of the MacG...

Bob sat at the end of a paper-covered folding table and stared at the wall in front of him. He couldn’t make out the pictures, it was all so blurry lately. His knees hit the underside of the table but Marcy had said it was the only spot for his wheelchair. So he sat back, hands folded, patient.

Screams and a thud erupted from the kitchen behind him followed by giggling and then admonishments from...