A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
To superimpose that she had real big feet Lucy used towels and a comfortable sheet They were not that ugly, they were clean but she knew That if people saw something she’d see something too She didn’t want help nor some clean soft woolen socks She only wanted to be known for her long golden locks
Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound. Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.
Finding the beauty Knowing simple things are rare Within and without.
**The following poem is based on real events from last night**
Frog Life Hell
At precisely three am, I heard the blasted sound croaking in my pool, my mind goes spinning ’round How did they get back here? I didn’t ask them back. But apparently my pool is the omphalos of their pack.
I raced right out the door, the ground coffee in my hand Ready to fight the frogs off, ready to take my stand With a flicker of the pool lights And a switch on at the pump It would not take them long to see they had better start to jump
Don’t dress for me In underclothes That show your skin Head to your toes So I can see What you do hide On the in And outside Be provocative With someone new This lonely sole Is overdue For personal And life long dreams I know you know What I mean So I bid goodbye I am no fool Find yourself someone new
Capricious am I I zoom through the store Needing nothing Needing more Finding an aisle So many clues Looking for clothing My next pair of shoes Gadgets and gizmos Just nothing that’s broke You should see my closet This isn’t a joke Nothing I need No money to pay I’ll be back Some other day
When you arrive Place a call Wait for an answer Wait for the fall Sit down and ponder What happens next Turn off your volume Send your last text Sit for a minute Sweat it all out Waiting is torture Its what life’s about
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