Writing Prompt

In my dreams, it looks likeI’m going to heaven, I don’t know if there’s a heaven, but I sure wish there’s not a hell. I’m riding my bike as fast as I can. So , I can go home and wake up....

Marcos woke up to the sun setting around him, people milling around, seemingly not paying him any attention. He looked up to a passing couple, “Excuse me?” No answer. Not even a glance in his direction. The bustling city around him full of people. Stores, marquees, and restaurants lined the sandy streets.

He rubbed his face, only to be met with sand and grit scraping into his skin and eye...

A man rode his bicycle one time

he was headed for work

he had but one thing on his mind

fortune. fame. glory.

he wanted to become rich

but in his rush to become great

he didnt take a moment and wait

as he rode daily through the fog

he never truly stopped and saw

he didnt take time to stop and notice

what was in the fog just beyond his focus.

everyday on his way to fame

he never looked ba...

After Reese was kicked out of the town for speaking out about it’s corruption. He decided to leave with nothing but his two wheels that could take him anywhere. He left when the moon traded places with the sun and petaled all throughout the night. Reese was determined to stumble across a community of genuine people, surrounded by love and open honesty. He wanted something new to look at, something...

There were clattering voices just beyond the horizon. Soul searchers. Seeking Holy ground. Desperate for a touch of healing. I inhaled the cool sweet air of the morning dew kissing my face. It was as if I were stepping into a new realm....

Are we in danger ..

Are we safe .

Spontaneous….

Action …

Thinking ..

We have control.

Unfortunate …

Accidents..

Throughout .

Fortunate ..

Plans …

Thinking you had it right

Now fright

Silly thinking

The winking

Could it mean something happy

Or lead to a situation, snappy

Knowbody knows

Everyone on there toes

Finding peace

Hoping no negative release

In a world so unknown

You’re gr...

“Hey Ma, this looks like a really cool place! Did grandma take this picture?” Timmy asks

“What’s that honey?” she lobs back. He doesn’t respond.

“Is that grandpa on the bike?”

Sarah, a/k/a Mom, is in the kitchen wrapping dishes and silverware in newspaper. There are several boxes on the kitchen counter and the spots where appliances would go lay empty revealing a different shade of color than...

I know I am here. I will not wonder why I have come. Something has pushed me into a realm I have never ever felt....

It was very early in the morning, the sky painted with hues of orange and scattered clouds predicting a clear sunrise. A cool breeze chilled my face as I followed my regular cycling routine. Yet, there was something different in the air today. Suddenly, as I turned right onto the desert road of Dunes, far from the city’s clamor, I became enveloped in a very dense fog. Visibility dwindled to mere f...

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I feel like I’ve always been here and yet I feel like I just got here. I can’t see too far past the fog and the further I try to stray from here the thicker it gets. No matter how much I focus and pay attention I always get turned around and end up back here where I started. I’ve stopped trying. Now I observe. Hoping something or someone will be able to tell m...