Writing Prompt

He sat listening to his advisors debate. The king was bored with the talking. He became king by taking action, not blabbering.

“Enough!” The king shouted. The table fell silent.

“If it is true what Sir Attia says,” the king began.

“You can rest assure it is true, my lord,” interrupted the man in the light green robe. His bushy hair and long beard black beard were both peppered with grey. “I sw...

Once the flowers blood

We’ll be doomed

Listen to the booms

Rockets coming soon

Sadness in the skies

So many politicians lies

Masked men is disguise

What is it they all hide

Power of the people is gone

How did it all go wrong

So tired on the same old song

Lives destroyed no longer strong...

We are all like plants

Plants who start off being inside of something

Something comforting, safe, and protective

Ensuring whoever’s in there will come out just fine

The seed planted eventually gets the plant out

The plant is just a small stem

Sticking out of the ground

New to the world

The plant continues to grow

It has a few more leaves

A few more petals

But still has more room left to grow

Th...

“Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.” The Priest lowered his arms to his side, robes swaying in the light winter wind. He nodded, and turned back into the church.

The crowd began to panic. Mother grabbed daughter and ran to the hillsides; farmers ran to tell their son to stop tilling the soiling. The Oracle sat on her throne to the left of the priest, alone on the platform now. Her long, ru...

Summer 2025, Lily, Ashton and their friends run to the river side. Lily is always the lone female within this group. A group of careless 10 year olds. Who had even less to care about now that school is out.

They approach the rivers edge and start to take their dirt stained clothes off. Ashton warns Lily not to take hers off and reminds her what dad told them the last time they went to the river....

“Oh Ms. Quillian your package arrived,” Susan said from reception.

“Thank you,” Iris said, juggling her flat white grande and flat bread panini.

On the elevator ride back up to her office Iris examined the FedEx box. It was John’s handwriting. She shook the box. One of the accountants on the elevator looked amused.

“I think my fiancé sent me a surprise,” Iris explained.

With a bone folder,...

“Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed.”

Chuck said these words, but they weren’t to me. At least it didn’t feel like it. He was staring forward, like the others standing around me. He spoke to the vast garden of flowers just before us.

My eyes ping-ponged between Chuck and the bed of flowers. The colors of red, blue, pink, and lavender became nothing but a blur.

“Wait. What’s that supposed ...

Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed,

And our hearts will dry out soon,

When the sun shines, I will cry,

How will we ever get by,

Without the feeling of cool moonlight,

Showering us from a great height,

And the stars we once counted,

Choose to not keep us surrounded?,

We’ll instead stand with what has sprouted,

From the diurnal, and when blue is clouded,

And we’ll wither off, turn to ash ...

Doom, doom, doom

Once the flowers bloom

It’ll be our doom, doom, doom.

We must away

Hide in the day

Until the night comes and we can play.

For orcs are we

And our destiny

Is to live in dark and from the sun flee.

We spread fear

Both far and near

But only until sunrise draws near.

The daylight nears

And brings our fears

The sun comes up our flesh it sears.

Sunlight, flowers

Pixies, showers

Sun...

Choir of fluttering snowflakes before dew

“Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed” they rue.

Silver glitter flickering before us

sparkle as stars in heaven so anxious.

They mourn the passing, but rejoice in cry

For in rapture in brisk reprieve they’re spry....