Writing Prompt

He didn’t know how he got here would Tricia be pissed was his first thought as it often was Had he ficked up fallen off the wagon again ? There was a haze around everything that suggested he had but at the same time he felt strangely sober in control had he blacked out? The fog was different this time though something felt strange. There were two doors in front of him. Tricia he called somehow...

The mist was extra thick this morning. The bicyclist would swear it, to anyone he encountered. He would nod, call out in greeting, and say, "Quite the fog!" That would be sure to garner a friendly reply. Maybe even a chortle. At least something in response, if just two words like, "I'll say!"

He pedaled faster. There were figures out there, but they never seemed any closer, or farther, for that ...

"You know that art exhibit? The one that's out there on Pelican Beach?" Asked Cody.

Elaine gave a slight nod, "I do. I can't say that I've ever walked through and looked at the art, but I see it whenever I drive by it. It's one of those things where I always tell myself to stop by."

"Oh, it's pretty cool," Cody said as he slid his hands into his pockets. The sun was down now, and in its place wa...

My landscape, so divine,

Dusted hills and painted lips,

Rosy hues shine from within,

blooming on your smiling face.

My landscape, so divine,

You stare at me, wide amber orbs

I hold your gaze,

A honey colored lens,

Casts the world in rolling gold.

My love,

My landscape.

So devine...

I live in a world where magic reigns. No like seriously, nobody is in charge.

Magic rules over our thoughts and actions. We are just spokesman and soiders for a cause that lives in and around us.

Except me.

I’m special. But I don’t feel special. I have to fake every part of my life. I know things that others are oblivious to.

But this “gift” is not a blessing. It is a heavy burden....

Horntooth lifted his glasses and leaned in. With a long suffering glance Twist surveyed her coworker. She looked at Winterbottom and he stifled a laugh behind his roughen fingers. Both looked back at Horntooth who had managed to get even closer to the canvas. Winterbottom had bet Sylvie that Old Snaggletooth (as the buyer was known on the art warehouse floor) that this trip the man would collide h...

The portals were opened, but nobody else could see them. I peered from my window, watching as a man on a bike rode right by them as if they were billboards. In the morning fog and dew, people strode on the shore, enjoying the sand, the cool wind, as if two tools to enter another world weren’t right there in front of them.

I saw them, though. One blue, one red. One for a world of ice, one for a w...

But far away,

A haze rains.

And in it way sway,

Pulling on these reins.

Eyes dimmed,

On this horizon.

Glasses darkly rimmed,

Hid against the sun.

…

Love you R

…

🖤...

It’s something special and integrated in the society to make a pilgrimage to the middle of the lake. When the season changes, the water changes to match. When it is spring, the water changes to fresh, young sprouting branches. When it is summer, it changes to flowers in full bloom. Autumn brings dead leaves. Winter brings icy water.

In the middle of the lake, the paintings of the seasons can be o...

I knelt to tightened the rope around my bags and placed them on my shoulder. I looked up squinting my eyes to look at the rest of the crowd. I got up smiling. Countless of travelers with nomads among, all with a story of their own to share soon.

It was 12th April. A normal day for others…well not all, could be an anniversary or birthday-

But!

12th April was marked on calendars every year by t...