Writing Prompt

Smoke. I watch the flames entrap the place that I once lived. That I grew up at.

I remember how this happened? Or do I?

I stare, my hands gripping onto the metal of the umbrella. Sweat covers them, and ash falls down from the sky. Landing on me, and showering the ground like a snow storm. Dying the grass, the sway I see. Don’t be fooled by my descriptions. They say that pointing out everythi...

i met someone

right after my healing.

my heart still sore

from stitching itself

back together.

he seems wonderful.

too wonderful.

and i’m scared

scared that the wind

isn’t a breeze

but a storm

coming for what’s left of me.

yet,

his actions… match his words.

a rare alignment

like lightning and calm

sharing the same sky.

i’m falling.

and that scares me.

because from my past,

it all looks

so dark o...

Once upon a time there was an old man who lived in a small town. In this small town, there was a quaint shop, with a tiny apartment above it. From this quaint shop umbrellas were sold. In the tiny apartment on top, an old man lived. Where the man lived was where the man made his umbrellas. His umbrellas were bought by travellers.

These travelers would come through the small town and see the quai...

She always heard stories,

about when she was an old lady

she would wear purple.

In today’s world,

No one respects ladies,

Never mind those who wears purple.

So she says,

let me rage purple,

let my rage cover it all.

Let purple be the color of our change....

Standing atop the grassy, tree barren hill, Salish said the Words and the smoke appeared. A light rain began to fall as the dark violet plumes billowed before her. It was time. She fell to her knees before the rising haze, uttering the Words twice more. As soon as her knees hit the ground the swirling mists violently receded, as if being sucked into an invisible, vortex before her. The silence was...

Miles of diamonds dancing into the blue of the ocean waves,

rays of a yellow golden sunset occasionally cross paths with the clouds that seem to frolick like bunnies across the sky.

It's no wonder they came from the ends of the earth to bask in it.

Like moths to a flame they gathered, never seeming to turn away, even for a moment;

the beauty was endless, captivating, illuminating.

If you asked me...

The purple scarecrow held his purple umbrella and watched as a gigantic purple cloud exploded into many smaller purple clouds. It was beautiful because of the color but a little unsettling because it emanated an ominous aura. No one was around for miles. The purple scarecrow’s owners were away for the night and their closest neighbors were at least 10 miles away. The purple scarecrow didn’t kn...

Amongst the trees

There was violite smoke rising and falling

In the distance it was only you and me

The smoke was something extraordinary

It was violite with purple and sparkling

You and me where standing there admiring it

But others were running from it

So what is it you ask

The smoke could be dreams

Or nightmares only you can decide

Just like life you can either grow

Or run and hide

Every da...

They said walking would keep the demons out. So, she walked. She started with ten minutes. Ten minutes that felt like an hour. Ten minutes that took a lot of energy and did nothing. She’d start with emptiness and end with emptiness.

But, she kept at it. Ten minutes became twenty and then thirty. She did it every day, rain or shine. And one day, just like that, she felt a little lighter.

It was...

Never was such a sight to behold

The lass wandered onward

Curiosity heavy on her mind

Enlightened and wonder in her heart

To view such colors upon the sky

Nature as it was on the mountains

With the hint of magic here and there

Hues of pink and purple to draw such souls

Embodied with the color of night

In addition to the great beyond, adorned

With the jewels of the space, those stars

Such wonde...