Writing Prompt

Flying used to be my dream

But now it’s to be like everyone

Else all pretty and p..p..

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Flying used to be my dream

But now it’s about being all

Pretty and p..p..

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F

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C

T...

It’s bleeding hearts, wrapped in a tough layer of skin. Droplets within that opens up to little seeds. Crimson liquid filling flowing after they are bitten....

“Distraction is what I need” I thought. The smell in the overcrowded bus made me nauseous, the smell of sweat, tobacco and junk food. I tried to look outside for something to engage my mind but there were just more people. And then I knew what to think about for the rest of my journey to Dida(grandma)’s home.

Whenever I enter Dida’s home during my monthly visits, the aroma in the house fills my h...

The delicious creamy taste of ice-cream fills my mouth, melting at the touch of my tounge giving me the shivers as it slides down my throat. The sweet sensation fills me up giving me a happy and satisfied feeling. Wanting more, I swiftly take more spoonfuls of this little piece of heaven and gobble it down. Make it even more glorious, top it with salted Carmel and whipped cream....

The poppy roll steamed in the chill winter air as the baker handed it to Ellis. Burning-hot crust smarted against her fingers. Her coin disappeared in the baker’s pocket, and she juggled the treat from hand to hand as she turned from the market stall.

Shouldering her way through the crowd, Ellis found an empty bench along the ice-packed path. She sat, balancing the roll on her knee, and pulled b...

I knew I was in the right place. There was an overbearing smell of oil and fat and sauces that when concocted together on a sizzling pan, causes an alluring aroma that dances in the air and dives right into the nose, triggering associations of deliciousness. My mouth waters in anticipation and desire. I can see others have heeded to the call as we line up to see our stomach’s desires.

I can see t...

It’s blood red skin glistens in the moonlight,

Golden seeds flecked on the pitted skin.

A green top dripping with water,

Fresh in the sleepy glow.

There is no smell, nothing to incriminate

The lone bloodstain that sits mellow

On the cream plate below....

I can smell it cooking. The savory smell the aroma of garlic fill my nose. The sweetness of the carrots mixed with the soy sauce. All of it mixes together. The oil sizzles and pops. Who could want more. A drizzle of oil goes in. Pop pop sizzle....

The tangy smell, bitter but sweet. The pure illumination of this fiery hue. The rough bumps of peeling, rugged but smooth, soft. Lovely entirety, daily pleasure of taste and smell. Happy feelings as consumed, zesty sweet all over. Beauty of complexion, satisfaction of scents. Perfect perfume. Heavenly fragrance. Joyful relish....

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, filling the room with warm golden glow. This was an unacceptable turn of events in Jacob’s mind so instead of embracing the day he dragged the blankets over his head, refusing to acknowledge it was morning. Val had other plans though and he felt the cool air invaded his blanket tent as she slid out of bed. Jacob groaned and made a halfhearted attempt to pull...