Writing Prompt

Rylee skips rocks across the brown water while Ravi watches from a tall tree. She bounces one five times and Ravi snorts.

“Only five? I could beat you easily,” he says.

“Then get your ass down here,” she replies.

“I would but…” Ravi looks around the empty creek and smiles. “Come up here, come see.”

Rylee skips her last good rock across the water and turns to him, rolling her eyes and walking tow...

Rylee skips rocks across the brown water while Ravi watches from a tall tree. She bounces one five times and Ravi snorts.

“Only five? I could beat you easily,” he says.

“Then get your ass down here,” she replies.

“I would but…” Ravi looks around the empty creek and smiles. “Come up here, come see.”

Rylee skips her last good rock across the water and turns to him, rolling her eyes and walking tow...

A soft breeze blows. A beautiful dandelion dances in the wind. It beckons me to come closer. As I pick it up, I notice how optimistic and full of life it is. As I blow on the seeds, they scatter through the air as gracefully as figure skaters on ice. I sigh as I am filled with great joy and relaxation. It’s now time to go home....

The cobra proves coward

The dragon drab and persnickety (work? what’s that?)

And both just want to sleep.

But seems the scaled one with gratitude for kindness (and a true beating heart that endured kibble)

And who magically grew fur

Should have place before Made in China...

I am night. The day is lime coleus and painted Japanese fern, your beloved Thai basil, and those ratty begonias you picked up in the grocery store. The day is bright and hot. Everyone and everything moves fast. The day is speed.

People think I’m slow. What I am is relentless. I eat your coleuses in lime, coral pink, and deep burgundy frills. I eat your fern painted and otherwise. Basils are my fa...

She shook with anticipation eager to pounce on the fresh cut lawn. Scratching at the door sending Morse code commands for “please open”. Bolting out the door all you could see was a white cloud streak zooming past. She danced in the grass so happily you could see her smile from a mile away. Frolicking in the flowers then suddenly stopping to bask in the sun light. Then a butterfly caught her eye a...

The Wind is sleeping.

The forest is quiet, and the Wind is soft. There’s a hush amongst the leaves, not a single deer heard trotting by. Now, what makes a forest so quiet, yet so loud? Is it the overwhelming abundance of trees, or the river that carries many? Perhaps it is the Wind that tells the trees to quiet, and to tell the leaves to stop flying.

The Wind takes form in many ways, it’s as sim...

The night is warm

And pleasant

The stars are shining

The sky is a deep blue

The cliff I’m standing near

Is framed beautifully

It’s painful really

Just how beautiful

The evening is

The moon is full

And iridescent

Glowing in the dark blue sky

The breeze is just the right kind

Where it blows your hair

Just out of your face

It seems to hold your hand

And whisper in your ear

Sweet nothings

As if that’s...

The sun peaked out from the clouds. Looking for his friends. He danced above the ground in search for them. As he danced he left a trail of colors behind him. The ground became a vibrate green. Flowers reached up towards the sun, and the sun smiled and waved. He then continued his dance. He spun over to a dreary forest. He shimmered in his light, and leaped over the trees. The barren woods turned ...

There once was She.

She, who inches through time, and She who was worn away by its endless whittling against Her bones.

Yonder into the past, for She did not know, She left her home, carried away in the strong currents of youth. Awakening from a traveler’s slumber, She found settlement and built a home in the forest, a place of cold streams and lush ferns.

Populated as it was, T...