Writing Prompt

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...

When I was very little my favorite color was pink. Every possible shade made my small heart jump with joy and excitement. As I got older I relized the color pink was for baby’s and it wasn’t cool to be so girly. Now I was in love with blue, blue for the ocean and blue for boys. I would climb trees and play in the mud just like them. Eventually the blue morphed into teal. I wasn’t ready to embrace ...

From the distance I could see the brilliance in the fire. I watched as the smoke spread across the sky reaching to fill every possible open space. That’s who I want to be. I want to be the fire. I want to move through life exuding danger and destruction. To be like the smoke, cascading and enveloping with a thickness that burns with every breath. When our eyes meet the next time mine will be so br...

I watched from my usual spot on the hill. The lavender fields were slowly dying. Even now I couldn’t help but notice the gray starting to permeate their petals. To my disdain, it wasn’t the most lovely day, for the sky was still clouded over from the nighttime showers of delicate rain. That odd, natural fog flowed from the distant forest.

Then she came down the path.

She, per usual, ignored my p...

I stare down at the woman beneath me. Her luminous, almost opalescent skin, now faded to a hollow grey. Her hair fans around her like the halo of a fallen angel. Her once vibrant eyes, now vacant, haunting. The glistening tears that cascade down her cheeks, seem to possess one burning question.

Why?

I have taken what isn’t mine. I am a liar, a thief, a tyrant.

For each tremulous, frenzied ki...