Breakout | #7

Breakout | #7

Leona groaned, drooping in the mirror’s reflection as she saw the bright red pimple on her forehead. Still glaringly obvious in spite of the four different home remedies she’d tried. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered, half to herself. But it wasn’t the first time...
Peace | Prompt #5

Peace | Prompt #5

Peace, she whispered, softly. For how else does one whisper But soft with a scarce breath And the vaguest hint of sound   In the space of waking And sleeping Of night and day Mingled together She finds the solace she seeks Lingering betwixt The inbetween A/N: I...
Coffee | Prompt #4

Coffee | Prompt #4

Coffee, staining every sweater Spilled on every other page “I’m not awake yet,” she jokes, lightly “A cup of coffee first” And so the first cup is poured She holds it between slender fingers Her grip strong and steady Her smile almost...
Quartz | #6

Quartz | #6

“Quartz? You mean, like a piece of rock?” Jodie rubbed the back of her head, expression mirroring the absolute confusion she felt at her father’s question. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “You can manipulate it,...
Daily | Prompt #3

Daily | Prompt #3

Daily, she cried. Tears flowing down her pristine cheeks Complexion fair as the summer sky And hair thick as the autumn night Heavy with the weight of spring in her chest Buried beneath the cold of winter’s test Daily, she wept Shedding tears upon tears For...
Slip | Prompt #2

Slip | Prompt #2

As if I was even-footed all along. The ground not conspiring to deceive me. A willing accomplice to the ebb and flow of tide. That it would splash up one day And dip down the next. I ought to know, I would think And yet, still, I wouldn’t. Because in the end,...
Year in review (2016 edition)

Year in review (2016 edition)

So here’s that yearly review I promised. Took me a bit to dig up this old file, but here we go! These are, of course, year specific…ahem. Words Written: 239,660 words according to my 2016 Scrivener file. (I personally don’t think this is accurate,...
Fresh | Prompt #1

Fresh | Prompt #1

“Fresh,” Anne muttered, holding up the sagging bouquet of flowers. “Fresh like—a daisy!” She forced a smile and tried to add the cheery note to her voice that Susanna always used. It didn’t work. Her voice echoed hollowly in the old cabin. Shoulders slumped, head...
Force (Microessay)

Force (Microessay)

Don’t let me force my light on you. Please. Don’t let me. Cover your eyes if you must. Shield yourself from the brightness I cannot contain, for it is a quick flame and I am only to blame. Such fleeting moments of delight and passion burn deep, searing...
Pieces (Poem)

Pieces (Poem)

I’m falling to pieces, right before your eyes, and still. You ask me to smile. I’m trying, struggling , scrabbling in the darkness, Desperately yearning to live. You ask me to smile, as if you have the right. As if I’m not broken. As if I’m not...
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