Writing Prompt

It’s that time of year again. You know the one where those small humans like to blow up colorful little flames in the sky. Especially right now during the years of the constant sun, or “July” as they call it, they really love to throw them up today.

I wonder if they see and hear the same thing we do from up here. Do they see the beautiful patterns the tiny colorful flames make when they melt ...

“Ooh, look at these ones, Nicole!” cried Jackson. “They’re brilliant!”

Indeed they were. From the top storey of her mansion in the clouds, Nicole the cloud-dweller could see brilliant arrays of colours lighting up the sky. Every year on the Fourth of July, though she didn’t know why. She’d marked a circle around the numbers on the page the minute Jackson had returned after one of his clandestine ...

It looks like rain, fired from the deep

Like splotches of mystical saliva

And the sound it makes, a pixie’s scream

Followed by clumsy giants

It tastes like cherry but ends in tangerine

And there’s a tartness long after

That begs to be solved with yet another bite

Mixed with the cool taste of evening clouds

It’s cheers falling upwards

Abstract drips

Sprinkles of light

Illuminating flecks...

As I was in the aeroplane above, I saw some beautiful shooting colourful lights, they were extremely loud, like a bomb going off but somewhat calming and exciting, how bizarre. They were shimming in the sky, they were stunning everyone was loving them and filming them, bright lights everywhere and a happy atmosphere. What a lovely flight. Thank you Ryan Air...

What are those lights

The noise causes a fright

Fires coming at me

Are those weapons from the sea

Better go hide from the fires

Lost in space mires

Retreat to my sanctuary

To be safe again and merry

But wait those bombs make colors

Bright red, blue and green wonders

The colors brighten the sky

These are not weapons, oh my

But what is this spectacle

Curiosity now the obstacle

These bright explo...

What are those lights

The noise causes a fright

Fires coming at me

Are those weapons from the sea

Better go hide from the fires

Lost in space mires

Retreat to my sanctuary

To be safe again and merry

But wait those bombs make colors

Bright red, blue and green wonders

The colors brighten the sky

These are not weapons, oh my

But what is this spectacle

Curiosity now the obstacle

These bright explo...

Wow! What an amazing ride, flying around in a helicopter. Pedro and Mason, were enjoying the flight when they noticed fireworks in the sky. Pedro , told the pilot go higher so we can see the show from the sky. It was amazing looking at the rocket launchers as they left the ground. Thousands and thousands of fire works going off.

Mason said, I have never seen anything so beautiful. The color...

Darkness.

Darkness..

Darkness…

The cool evening sky seems so endless and so vast. The anticipated murmur below is all that breaks through this silence, this darkness.

There is a small light, as insignificant, as minimal, as a single birthday candle on top of a cake. The murmur dies down to a brief whisper. A whisper of hushing. All that is heard is the sorrowful song of the summer ...

They stand, mouths agape, eyes fixed on the light and smoke in the sky. Their bodies form patterns, clustered across the beach, children darting in and out of the shapes they create. There is whooping and whistling just before the sparks flit across the sky. The energy is explosive—enough to make you forget about the fireworks. Enough to make you realize they are the fireworks....

“The sky is blood!”

He screams and rushes to me, little hands gripping my thighs. I try not to laugh.

“The sky is blood?” I echo.

“Yes.”

I smile.

My brother Eli has the wildest imagination. Most nights he sleeps in my bed for fear of unknown things devouring him.

It’s almost concerning.

I stroke his blond mop of hair, scoop him up, and I’m climbing up a grassy knoll.

I set him down at...