Writing Prompt

yellow grass

a waning light

umbrella just for show

quiet gasp

unchaining plight

they wouldn’t dare to go

calm before the storm

or is it

really just for show

a cloud that has you in its grasp

fire, snow, and slow

stay left and walk

another day of

safety, mail, and mope

stray right into the purple void

of mystic, magic, cope

either way

just please make sure

do not forget your rope

keep a sturdy angl...

“My dream is always hazy, never a full view of everything surrounding me. I see a field of prairie grass with the morning mist settling on its tips. I see the distant trees, suggesting this field turns into a forest. It’s always too far to tell what type of trees they are but they are always a dark green that reminds me of pine trees. As I stand amongst the prairie grass a plume of smoke starts ri...

It started to expand a year ago. I don't know what caused it, but all I know is that within a decade some of us will have fallen to it. The first signs have already started. Pale skin, smoldering blisters at the edge of the fingers and worst of all, a slowly eroding memory. In fact, it is a miracle that I remember as much as I do.

We called it “Cloud Indigo”. Indigo because of the radiant color th...

I told her to use the signal when she found a path. Something safe and I would find them.

A smoke signal mirroring a galaxy. Vast and endless full of unknowns just like our world. Always shifting and changing as we make new discoveries.

I got the medicine for little one as we moved location. We split up and meet in transit so we aren’t found. They scout for a path I do a run like always use the ...

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...