Create a scene where your protagonist is anticipating a significant event, but there are multiple delays.
Use these delays to practice building suspense and anticipation for the reader.
I’m jealous of frogs
Frogs can swim
And so can I
But they leap
To their next lily pad
Without worrying that
They’re going to die
They find ways to live
Both in water
And on land
Why change is scary
I need to leap but instead
I’m sinking in this bog
I pulled his hand and guided him to the back of the building as my heart raced. In this moment I felt brave. Be it authentic or liquid courage. I was ready to profess my love. We swiftly navigated through the crowd of people until the exit was in sight. I pushed the door and it swung open hard. My adrenaline was rushing and the butterflies in my stomach only summoned the frog in my throat. We stoo...
Pippa attempts to leave the house quietly, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get to this date.
“How do you know this guy?” Pippa’s mom asks once again.
“I told you mom. Cotton is Salen’s family friend’s son,” Pippa answers with just a healthy bit of exasperation.
Her mom’s obvious eye roll didn’t go by unnoticed. “Oh ok. As long as he is Salen’s family friend’s son.”
There was a slig...
Tomorrow I will do or die,
In a more literal sense.
Try and make a sacrifice,
Or lose myself being dense.
Lose a heart in the Viking’s well
Were Odin lost his eyes.
Until tomorrow becomes today,
Which it does- oh time it flies.
And again the well rejects my offer,
But does not take my life.
It wants something else, but what?
To gain my wisdom instead of strife?...
I’ll do the work tomorrow.
I wake up. I go to school. The work awaits me at home.
Just one more minute, then I’ll start the work. I promise! This time I won’t get distracted.
But this art study on YouTube could really help me! I’ll watch this video, then I’ll get to work. This are is so cool, what else is on the channel? More art! That’s awesome, and look at how well they draw these hands…
Murmurs and whispers circulate around the workplace. A Black woman goes to her dream job interview and flawlessly answers questions. She is turned down. She is tired of being underestimated.
A march is taking place and she joins, holding her sign high. Holding her flag high. Holding her head high. She is tired of being underestimated.
The Black woman goes back to school and stu...
Huff And Puff
“Boss ain’t gonna be happy, Chief,” Fang said.
“Thanks for the news, numb nuts,” Wolfgang answered.
Geri and Freki, Wolfgang’s left and right claws, snarled their disapproval at Fang. He showed his neck in deference before slinking away. Lupita hurried into the living room with a six pack of cold beer and a heaping tray of roast beef sandwiches. With an impatient head shake, Wolfgang sent her a...
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted train platform. Olivia stood at the edge, staring down the tracks, her heart pounding in sync with the distant rumble of an approaching train. Today was the day she had been waiting for, the day she would finally reunite with someone she had missed for far too long.
She checked her watch anxiously, the hands crawling towar...
Will it finally be
Time for me
To actually be
Who I want to be
Will I stop
Getting in my own way
Make a change
Finally seize the day
Will I act
Find motivation to do
Instead of just sitting
In this toxic blue
Will I see
No one else has the key
And that to be free
Is entirely up to me
I would but
I’m tired today
So finding a way
Is a problem
For another ...
It’d been a week. A week since I’d seen my best friend Adara. A week since the failed assassination attempt on her life in the palace.
How I missed her terribly. She complimented me in every way possible, even though she and I had virtually nothing in common. We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember when the King took me in as a child.
It was only by the King’s orders that I, or an...