Writing Prompt

“_This is the story of how I died” _that's how tangled starts, one of my favorite movies, at least it used to be. I remind myself; rocking **back and forth, back and forth**, squeezing my eyes shut to stop everything, to try and **forget**. 

“This it the story of how I died- That’s wrong, this is the story of how everyone else in this life, in my life, died.” I rephrased. 

**Back and for...

Who am I? Where am I?

Why am I?

These questions occupy my mind.

'No Vacancy' now because they

Consume me.

Too soon to see. I know

but time is my enemy. The world

I occupy attempts to murder me

Every. Day.

Writing frees my mind. Even now

I feel the questions soften.

I can breathe and the breath carries

my memory over the strings of time.

Like a film on rewind and with a sigh

I close my eyes and ...

Land of Origin, the place that started it all, stood tall and strong in word only. The stone streets couldn’t stretch far before they turned to gravel; rubble; a mere whisper of the promises that crumbled long ago. The cities were full of hope for those too immature to understand otherwise. The strongest buildings held more secrets than people, and most turned a blind eye to things they couldn’t e...

The car door slams. A headache sizzles at my temples. One hand drums angrily on the steering wheels. One child is whining while the other’s long thin legs pound the passenger seat’s back. I’m forgetting something, something important. Loading the trunk I unpack my brain. Traveling with children is like decamping a circus, I think running back to the house one last time. Our tattered caravan backs ...

The sun is bright; the midnight moon illuminates the land.

A painting has colors; while songs create melodies that caress the ear.

The mountains are giant; the canyons are vast, with overwhelming depth unknown to men who gaze.

A child is hyper; as the ocean waves and flows in a dance only it could perform.

The opposite of straight forward; is it’s most beautiful compliment....

You were waiting at the doctor's office calmly, and your son Bennett was whining. He had an infection. It wasn't a bad one, but it could get worse as it escalated. You and him both were growing impatient. After the medical incident with your other son, you didn't want to be here longer than you had to.

You ran through the doors of the hospital, carrying your son Ellery. He wasn’t crying or whini...

Brian moans and slaps at his smart phone, squeezing the button that mutes his alarm. He’d had a restless night punctuated by dreams he can’t remember. “Still three more days till the weekend,” he groans to himself as he pulls on his jeans and shuffles sullenly to the bathroom.

Robbie silences his alarm and gazes blearily at the screen of his smart phone. Last night’s thunderstorm had woken him se...

Milk and cookies. A classic pair. Sitting next to each other they are so incredibly different, yet it is hard to think of one without the other. Standing in the kitchen with a cookie in your hand, not much could make that moment better. BUT milk probably could. In a way, that is how healthy love feels. Your special person should enhance your happiness!...

My love

Your hate

One of the same

Strong enough to kill our name

Yet here we are yet again

A reminder to the blinding pain

Ease at heart

Ease at brain

Nothing to compare

Except the passion

Of two who have nothing to share...

Abbey stood at the counter looking shelves in front of her, arm mid stretch, reaching for her favorite mug. Her attention was drawn to the shelf just above her mug, it was full of her husband’s collection of Iconic 80’s movie to go tumblers and sippy cups. She looked back down at her mug that sat on the shelf alone....