Writing Prompt

Rainbows; mythical things they seemed to most of us as children. An arch of beautiful colors spread across the sky. As well, am I sure we were all told the same tale, that a pot of gold resides at the end of every one.

Silly—it was, yes—yet we never questioned it. I, for sure did not. It fascinanted me wholly, and being a poor child in an equally as poor town, seeing one right outside my window, ...

After weeks of planning and traveling I had finally made it… THE END OF THE RAINBOW, gosh that sounds childish. When i made it to the end i was so excited for gold that i was jumping for joy , after i had made it all i saw was an empty black pot “ WHERE IS MY GOLD” i said loudly “ IM RIGHT HERE” someone said from behind me it sounded like a high pitched mouse . When i turned around i saw a 24 kara...

A golden pot I

I did not find, Instead I

Found nothing at all...

It was quite strange. She looked familiar. Except her hair was blonde. I recognized the eyes, the chin dimple, the high cheekbones, and the crooked teeth. Even her skin had the same patchy look, with some parts darker than others. The fake moustache was the most eerie part. Ok, it wasn't really a moustache, it was the darkening of the skin between the upper lip and the nose, from years of having a...

Chasing rainbows Is not to finding gold or anything

Its an excuse to drive around with your friends and talk or listen to music so loud your ears feel like they will bleed.

And then talk about random things that make you sound drunk

Its just being together that counts.and finding beauty within the rainbow

Its an excuse to drive for hours and find yourself in the middle of no where so you go yo ge...

_“You sound like a five year old trying to convince their parents fairies are real.”_ Orion says placing his empty coffee cup down and looking at Candy, seeing her frustrated face.

They sat across from each other on a small couch next to a wall with a huge window to view the morning streets activity and the huge rainbow shining across the town.

_“Ugh, look I know pot of gold at the end of the ra...

a field. a field of flowers awaits me when i reach the end of the rainbow. that’s it. no leprechauns, no pot of gold, no unicorns.

“Great.” i murmur.

a breeze blows my short hair into my eyes as i look around, hoping for something more.

“_Look up…_” something whispers into my ear.

i whip my head around, looking for the source.

nothing.

“_Look up…_” the breeze repeats.

i look into the sky an...

Once someone figured out how to make leprechaun gold shelf-stable it was in immense demand for cosmetics. Suddenly you could apply glittery body-spray with abandon, knowing that in a day the sparkles would vanish rather than lingering forever in creases. Throwing glitter no longer had environmental concerns attached, so long as you got authentic leprechaun products that is.

“Don’t be a fool - use...

Rainbow

Halo

White snow

You go

Pot of gold

That was sold

You weren’t told?

Let it go

Yellow, red, blue

You know who

A million hues

Beautiful stew...

(satirical piece)

Oh, what’s that?

Is that a rainbow?

Oh, I must go!

I have to!

I ran and I ran and I ran

Some people stopped me, though

Got in my way for no reason

So I couldn’t get to my pot of gold

Friends were there and wanted to hang out with me

Play games and screw around for fun

I moved them by pushing all of them away

I have no time to waste on friends, only on getting that pot of gold

...