Writing Prompt

To my not so little kitty, Bandit.

I will love you forever no matter how much you love the woods more than me.

The odd little white socks.

The grayness of your fur.

The love of the outdoors.

The way you love me.

The way you hate others.

The way you pad forward.

The way you run away.

The way you stay asleep.

The way you travel awake.

The way you are loving.

The way you are hateful.

The way...

Lone Woman Garden of Eden...

It was a dark day. That much was incredibly obvious.

Violet slowly opened her curtains. And then closed them quickly.

Breathing in sharply, she stilled. Her entire body was frozen. Pain cinched her chest tight. Stars bloomed in her vision.

Yes, today would be dark.

She navigated by touch alone. The rough velvet of curtains. The coarseness of her bedcovers. The coolness of her duvet.

She ...

“Why are you so angry?” This is what he asked.

She looked at him, bewildered. How could he ask that? How could he not know? Was he just outright oblivious?

She looked at the man. She studied him, very carefully. She wanted to understand him. Of course, she wanted to. Part of her already did. Yes, part of her knew.

Their lives were very similar. And yet, they were not. There were ...

“So what’s going on downtown?”

“I work here, you know.”

Cue blank stare, then smiling.

“How about a smoke, then?”

My turn to stare, now.

Disbelief, then a little confusion.

It’s like we’ve never met.

She may not remember me…

But how could I forget?

The last name was familiar.

The way her face scowled.

Strange, how people pass through.

In and out of here.

Always on their way back.

Still, eve...

I wish I was better. Basketball is so much fun. Like a sort of ballet. I can only sit, watch. Court-side seats, an unexpected gift. I played a little, once. In my younger, fitter years. But I can’t play now. My knees would swell up. And jumping is… certainly ill-advised.

It seems some strange magic. Manipulating the ball that way. How they move so swiftly. And the dunks, my word! They may well b...

"Not today," he whispered softly.

The shop lights flickered incessantly. My stomach gnawed in complaint.

"Please," I trembled, almost begging.

He turned around, head shaking. Back to his other customers. The ones who could pay.

I stumbled into the night. Rain soaked into my clothes. A small rat scurried past. A well-earned morsel in paw.

The rat was a King. Tonight, I was it's pauper.

No, ...

The rain covers my window. The weather is frightful awful. It has been for days. But still it rains on. Without stop just keeps going. The rain makes me think. Nothing in particular, random things. Things like friends and family. School and my summer job. If summer ever actually comes. I think about my life. Sounds like a big topic. But my life is ordinary. I don’t go on adventures. I lie in bed t...

"I'm sorry," is not enough. ...

Don’t let them judge you.

They don’t see the necessity.

The patterns smooth the ache.

The lack of them infuriate.

The tap tap tap tap…..

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Don’t let them judge you.

They don’t see the necessity.

The patterns smooth the ache.

The lack of them infuriate.

Tap tap tap tap tap...