Hey Christine, thank you for submitting a story to Reedsy’s Writing Prompts Contest! We loved ‘Omnivore or herbivore‘ and have made it visible on our contest page for other members to read. You can read your submission here:
You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
Limbs pruned from the large, green pine severed from the roots cut so deeply As if a door has shut out all light and an immanent cold settles All spatial reasoning gone rationed by the falling snow Any breath is a deviation from the warmth and beauty of spring’s sweet air and peaceful breeze
Once upon a time in an ordinarily boring way a stodgy tribal chief made a platter out of clay He measured inch by inch the details are a blur He awakened the next afternoon His speech a weak, low slur The pastor in the town came giving out good vibes His beatitudes were sincere He knew the chief imbibes They sat quiet in a chair to ponder the last day and realized with a start there was a new ceramic tray. The tray was full of food there was fruit and a lot of meat They lunched and said with grace That each bite’s a yummy treat.
Whether brazen or bold he just couldn’t see The result of his actions, the casualty He found snags like a magnet without any fear He let it roll of his shoulders never shedding a tear The stopgap type changes he so willingly made Were espousal techniques, repetitions to trade Without any fears to stop him dead in his tracks Made his old, nosy neighbors turn their crookedly backs He had enough money, kept an account that he sees As a way of avoiding all those included fees So now that it’s known that he had no real clue He got what was coming, what they say he was due.
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill And what is that upon us when waking in the mist A newer happy ending without a negative twist
Stomp your feet until they’re dry Don’t throw ice, you’ll poke an eye Put on chapstick, save your lips Hold on tight, falls break good hips Bundle up to stay real warm Did they say it’s another storm? I don’t care, I won’t shovel snow Where did all the snow plows go? Where’s my mailbox? Where’s the dog? There’s a white-out or is it fog? I hope my children stay inside there really is no place to hide unless they do what children do and build themselves a good igloo.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick. I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain. I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in. I saw my Lord in my garden of coloredtulip blooms He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.