On Tuesday, early and only just after dawn, the trees and the grass and the pavement were all powdered with a gentle crust of icy snow. The air seemed dry, as the water in it had turned to white dust powdering the ground. The world felt dead -- the sun gone, the water gone, no life left except the empty souls wandering ( Read more... )

because isikenai asked for it some weeks (months?) ago, here I have a bit of writing. Actually, I have a few bits of writing, some stuff truly from months and months ago...

also: Please pretty please send prompts my way? Please? Pretty pretty please? With a cherry on top?

( write about a sunset and a death )

I've been looking back at the little mini-stories I wrote summer-before-last (that would be '06), and admiring myself. Look, see, do you remember? Or do you remember this?... this? .... hmm?

Weird, huh?

Anyone want to give me a prompt or two? *pretty begging eyes*

Soooooo writing.

( change is inevitable, eternal, infinite )

Yesterday at Just Write, a writing class, we had the prompts "think of your most profound thought so far today", "Where is your imagination", and "What do ideas feel like". These are my poems.

( Sit, and think, and wonder.... )

no really, this is... almost certainly my last post for the day. At least for several hours, that I can swear....

I realized I have WRITING to post, too.

This was a challenge in a writing group I sometimes participate in: "Write a short, short story, mostly dialogue, of seven words or less per statement." some of the dialogue has eight words. ( Read more... )

( I wrote this poem for Semantics class, and don't actually have a hard copy, but I think I've pretty well memorized it... the prompt was George Lynn Someone's [harrington, maybe?] poem 'Where I'm From' )

wow, hey, hi there. It's been ages-- I barely recognize you. Do you remember me? I look different, don't I?... Just a bit, though. I've done this before. Do you like my dress? It's purple and stripy, but you can't really tell in that light. it's really just a skirtLife's been... life. Mostly okay. I felt really weird this morning-- like a fever and ( Read more... )

Because it's turning into an "I'll do it tomorrow" thing, I am posting this today. Now ( Read more... )

More drabbles!

Nothing --//-- PG --//-- 500 words
For deora_mystic: In my nothing you were everything

( You are nothing )