Writing Prompt

The world moved much too fast for Aisling’s taste.

Her head rang with its incessant chatter, and each creeping deadline ticked in her ears like a bomb.  And, while every self help book on her shelf encouraged a work-life balance, there was hardly ever time to finish all her work, never mind anything self indulgent or lively.

That is, of course, except for those silent Sunday noons in the park, w...

**One afternoon, on what was a perfectly normal day in early April, the townsfolk of Dark Thorn Hallow were abruptly disturbed from their daily routines by an explosion. Not just any explosion, but an explosion that emanated from the small stone tower sat admist a rocky outcropping on the outskirts of town. The tower witch housed a rather peculiar fellow. A fellow known for making wizard potions. ...

Thick clouds rest on mountains, they are the souls of the lost.

The trees underneath them are thick and warm, like chartreuse spilled on the cliffs.

While in the distance an indulgent factory chugs the emerald alcohol,

Smoke presses out of its fake chimneys,

Not a cloud- only a wolf in sheep’s clothing....

Indulgent are the skies,

With clouds high and wise.

Peering on my disguise,

Which hide dying eyes.

Chartreuse is the sunset.

Life over now beget.

Lived fully no regrets.

Old age no more to fret.

Tessa🦋...

On a windy day, she wears a chartreuse-colored jacket as she walks along a path. She hums to herself, glancing overhead at the clouds above. Soon the forest trees ahead will block her view. Straightening her sight, she thinks about her destination. A small cabin hidden in the woods. She was to stay there for a couple of months for a mental retreat. Her traitorous friends had told her that the soli...

I walk into the park where I am supposed to be meeting my best friend. I take my phone out of my back pocket and look to see if there are any messages from him. I see the message that says running five minutes late. I look up at the clouds while I wait and think they’re beautiful, so many shapes. Five minutes later, I hear the nickname my best friend gave me being yelled “monkey” and look up to se...

The chilled bottle touched her lips as she took a long well deserved sip of chartreuse.

She sat back in her chair with her feet resting on the coffee table before her.

Ideally she would have been drinking outside but the hot weather was vanquished by storm clouds that continue to thunder outside.

If her husband was here she’d never dare be so indulgent, but he wasn’t. He was away doing busin...

His arms wrap around me

Engulfing me in aromatic clouds

His words so sweet

His sting so intrusive

His eyes a pale blue

The sky has no comparison

His lips so bountiful

Wrapping perfectly around my lips like chartreuse satin sheets

Every kiss sweeter than the last

Anxiously waiting for the sugar period to pass

He feels so sinful

I’ve always been warned to stay away from anything too sweet

I, ho...

Hotel bar. 8pm on a Thursday night.

Zenia taps her pointer finger idly on the marble bartop, ponders the rail thin 20-something bartender behind it. He shakes a cocktail and pours something greenish into a glass- Chartreuse perhaps?

Another city on the rotation, another client site to visit. Its all led her here, to a thick cloud of ennui that hangs over her regardless of where her body takes ...

Flittering my eyes open, almost groggy from sleep.

Sunlight poured from the surroundings.

My eyes no longer met my bedroom ceiling as expected, instead, clouds steadily in motion; through a sea of blue.

Although unfamiliar, I only felt serenity gently coursing through me.

‘Funny’. I thought to myself. ‘I’m sure I had gone to bed’.

Slowly drinking in the indulgent richness of the twinkling sunli...