Writing Prompt

Name: Emerald

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Career: Bronc Rider

Traits:

Trustworthy

Astute

Determined

Courageous

Partner: Bailey

Description: Emerald is a fierce, fearless female bronc rider who can tame any horse. Her piercing green eyes and long, dark hair have made her beloved in the audience. She dates Bailey, a woman just like her, and owns two horses, Jade and Hawk....

Greetings and thanks for coming all

Since last together many years have past

Correct me if I’m wrong but I’ve counted three falls

That’s three years since Daniel passed

Every spring since has been nothing but grief

The sole of the band at most, and the best of us at least

He knew how to reign us in when we lost our temper with each other

He was in a way our protective big brother

Though he c...

Shirley sometimes felt like she was incredibly dull. Not disliked or looked down on in any way. Just dull. She woke up at 6 am every morning. Went to Starbucks, got her drink and her boss’s. Picked up doughnuts for the office. And always made sure the voicemail was checked before the boss came in. People could depend on her for these things. And for many other. She had habits, rituals, daily under...

Patty had so much.

Though she didn’t know.

So trustworthy she would hush.

Maybe a bit spoiled.

It was unnatural the way she blushed.

She decided to steel owned hearts.

But one day she was declined and crushed....

Beloved we are gathered here

Not to celebrate or cheer

Rather to reflect and ponder

Sit quietly a while and wonder

Where is all this going for one

Can our work ever truly be done

Is contentment just a myth

A lie to tolerate disappointment with

Fulfilment just another figment

A desperate leap for alignment

Somehow the world keeps turning

Suffering defeat but we keep learning...

It was about a quarter till one in the afternoon when the sheriff strolled into the interrogation room, popping a piece of gum while whistling a folk tune I’ve heard before. His thick black boots and clinking keys reverberated throughout the room before stopping to take a seat in front of me. I looked away briefly, feeling nervous with the unsettling information I came to share. The truth had me ...

When you take me by the hand

And lead me in a dance

I may not be a pro

But all I know, all I know

Is that you won’t care

I could stare at you

All day I walk in your shadow

But all I know, all I know

Is that you hold me when I cry

And you dab my watery eyes

And talk to me real slow

But all I know, all I know

Is that I don’t have to be perfect

But I’m lucky that me you handpicked

And you twirl me...

When I first saw her, I knew.

I was surprised that anyone could miss it. I’m not one for gut feelings, but I knew it physically before I understood it intellectually. She knew what she was doing when she wore her ill fitting pantsuit and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She would tilt her head ever so slightly when she listened to someone speak, as if whatever was being said was brand new...

She knows the secrets of all,

Yet she would never dare tell.

She is intelligent, street smart,

Despite her beautiful looks.

And she is loved by everyone,

But she will always be unhappy.

Always. Be. Unhappy....

He never said much but you could always count on him, he was very trustworthy that way, you knew he’d come through. He would sit in his chair at every family gathering, taking us all in, learning about us, taking in his family, his legacy, he was astute to what made them happy and always surprised us with how much he knew us. I hate that you never really understand how much a person does for you...