Writing Prompt

I remember the night that our love tore asunder. It was pouring rain, with bright lightning and booming thunder. Tears streamed down my cheeks as you explained how you lied. Later that night, I laid on my bed and just cried. My heart was broken and swamped with grief. You were stolen like gold in the hands of a thief. The day that I left, I never dreamed I’d see you again. Alas, I thought that our...

I remember the night that our love tore asunder. It was pouring rain, with bright lightning and booming thunder. Tears streamed down my cheeks as you explained how you lied. Later that night, I laid on my bed and just cried. My heart was broken and swamped with grief. You were stolen like gold in the hands of a thief. The day that I left, I never dreamed I’d see you again. Alas, I thought that our...

There once was a troll who lived in the forest. He had two troll children and a wife named Doris. One autumn night, he tucked the trollets into bed.

“Tell us a story,” the little one said.

He sighed, “It’s getting late, it’s time for goodnights.”

But they begged and they pleaded and he gave in, “Alright.”

“This is the story of Gerbis, the knight. He was a tough troll who put up a fight. He ...

Where to start how should I begin?

“Hello there my name is Ben.”

He said with a grin from ear to ear.

The crowd gathered round so they could hear. “Tell us a tale!” was shouted aloud.

Ben puffed his chest and stood proud.

“I hail from a space far away,

and come before you this very day.”

The words which came next were not what he planned,

he spoke of great peril which was due for this land.

“I ...

The merchant traveled along the winding road. It was upon a horse and cart with which he rode.

To town he was headed, to sell his odds and ends. A new concoction of teas he now possessed; a new variety of fusions, mixes, and blends.

It was in the Town of Cottonwood, that the merchant sought to see. Confident he was, in his new collections of tea.

“They shall come from near and far,” The merchant...

You cant do this, it isn’t right!

Hon, You tell me you’re sorry now?

I should live till’ tomorrow night!

Hon, Your whines will help you how?

Let me go, I won’t say a thing!

And how can I believe that?

If you don’t I’ll take a swing!

Oh, so now you can fight brat?

Fight I will, and you’ll regret this!

Isn’t that what they all say?

I’ll raise my fists and I won’t miss!

Well, bring it on then hey...

I always love tending to my garden,

the sensation of the sun on my back as I dig in the dirt.

Except lately, I’ve felt my knees start to harden,

and the arthritis has caused my hands to hurt.

No one tells you this about old age,

but the things you once loved

are hard to gauge.

And although you haven’t even begun the day it feels like you’ve been shoved.

My garden was once vibrant and lively,

th...

The edge of the sea lapped at Maya’s feet. The wind’s lullaby offered her a break from the heat. Her toes gripped at the sand eagerly in anticipation. On any other day, she would feel sorrow in her current situation.

Today, she awaited the arrival of her husband’s boat after six long months of lobster fishing. Day after day she spent pacing the shore, throwing pebbles into the sea wishing, wishi...

The color of gemstones and bluebirds and skies

the color of me and both my parents’ eyes

A color found in the depth of oceans so deep

and the color of sadness and calmness and sleep

Blueberries and sapphires, morpho butterflies

the color of bluejays that fly through the skies

The color of that shirt I wore some time ago

the hue of the nightlight that once showed its glow

And the color of an al...

She woke to the sweet smell of soup

So she ran to the kitchen to snoop

Her stomach was grumbling

So she ran without stumbling

To snag a bowl of such fragrant broth

But alas, time had run out

And her face wore an unusual pout

For she missed her one chance

And was put in a trance

By the absence of steamy delight...