Four-thousand years or more you’ve lived

I wonder what you have seen.

Thousands of generations of

The creatures that have been.

Did you see the mastodons

Roaming across the plains below?

Did you see the saber cats

Catching their prey in the snow?

And speaking of the white stuff

Did you witness an ice age or two?

Oh if only trees could talk

The questions we could ask you.

But would you even answer...

It is funny looking back. I was a confirmed bachelor. No woman was going to catch me. Not that I was a womanizer or anything. Far from it. I just had no need for women. No need for dating or anything like that. I just liked to be a ski bum in the winter and do water sports in the summer. Oh sure. I loved my job. And the lifestyle it afforded. I could have wined and dined women. But wha...

Oh, your messy desk. Three stacks of papers in front of your three monitors. The small terra cotta pot that holds your pencils is tipped over and the pencils are strewn about. And legos. The kids have been in here again. Or did you bring them in here? You don’t even know. Ugh. You see that coffee mug stain. Will it ever come out of the wood? You know it’s a second-hand desk, but it’s so ...

“Who is that?” Jenny shouted above the roaring river.

Her husband, Jesse, paused to look at the silhouette of the man. He just shrugged, never letting go of Jenny’s hand. Then, he looked down in front of his feet and they continued their methodical plodding across the shallow, but treacherous river.

That was the thing Jenny thought. Concentrate on each step, and they just might make it across...

You have just ten minutes to come up with a rhyming poem about creating rhyming poems under a deadline. (You are in charge of timing yourself.)...

Your protagonist is a writer who does not like prompts but is compelled to do so for thirty straight days. What is his or her rant?...

“Yes, Jason. I trust you. Even though we’re meeting in this alley. Even though you have a knife to my throat. I still trust you.”

Jason takes the knife away from my throat. I turn to face him. He drops his hands to his sides. He still has the knife. He is still a stone cold killer. But we’ve worked together for so long. We’ve got a trust that few operatives have. Yes, even spies need t...

“Whatcha watchin’, Kurt? Armageddon?”

“Nightly news.”

“Ah c’mon, Kurt. You’re pulling my leg, right? I mean, there must be hundreds of movies with asteroids, comets, or whatever destroying the earth on impact. This show must be one of them. Right?”

Kurt flips through the network channels. Every broadcast is the same. What looks like a still picture of an asteroid in space is on the scr...

“Why aren’t you worried?! Why aren’t you panicking like I am?! Like everybody else in the whole world is?!”

“What good would that do?” my sister asked. “Besides, you’re being hysterical enough for the both of us.” She rolled her eyes and tsked. “And you’re supposed to be my big brother. Taking care of me, and all that.”

“I… You… Oh…” I spluttered.

“Very articulate, big brother.” She r...

O Lord, let me be a full moon. Let me reflect your light as fully as I am able.

I know that I started out as a new moon. No reflection at all. Just darkness. Full of myself. No light at all. And what light could I ever have? My ego said that there was light in me. Plenty of it. But even as I bragged, I realized that I had no light. I was the new moon. Dark. Cold. Empty.

When you fou...