I wish I could say I was writing about something poetic. I really do.
There were so many nice things I could write about for the theme of moonlight. I love how it streams into my bedroom when it’s full, how I can see everything in my room. I like how it can look blood red the night before a heat wave, orange and friendly for a harvest. I could have written about any of those things, but instead the only thought about moonlight that overpowers the others is about this vine. Continue reading
Another tricky one, but we’re almost done these prompts and then it’s NaNoWriMo! … Hooray?
Beatrice’s mother had taught her that when dealing with clients to always give direct eye contact. It was polite, she said, and under the right circumstance and with the right customer could show your control. She had watched her mother do it when she was little know, when she was a scrap of a thing colouring in the corner while clients came in and sat across from her mother at the hard oak desk she stare at them straight in the eyes and sometimes they’d look away, giving her mother all the power. Sometimes they’d meet her head on, but Beatrice’s mother still won one way or the other. She was an expert at eye contact. Continue reading
We are the Crystal Gems, except I’m not talking about Steven Universe today because I already talk about Steven Universe a lot.
When I went to the ROM last year we found the crystal room. Well it wasn’t just crystals, but gemstones, gold, pretty stones some that were finely cut and others that still looked like they’d been found in the dirt (though clean of course, this is the ROM after all). Continue reading
Talking boards are creepy, but what if they were also annoying?
“Look, when I ordered a talking board this wasn’t what I meant.”
“Well sweets, tough luck.” The ouija board said, though not using the planchette as Layla had hoped but through a gaping hole in it’s centre that vaguely looked like a mouth. “I’m just as they described me on the website ‘Talking Board’ what did you expect?” Continue reading
Welp, this is a tricky prompt. Let’s see how it goes!
The kitten was curled right on top of the broomstick, small orange body literally sleeping on the handle. It didn’t stir when Jessica stood over it, just slept peacefully, a soft hum escaping from it’s closed mouth as it somehow drifted deeper into sleep. Continue reading
These weird italic intros are getting old, aren’t they? I don’t even know what today’s is, just something to write before midnight!
Words have power, spoken or written with a silver tongue or tip.
They can harm, inspire, change, lie,
die on the page,
on your lips Continue reading
Oh hey it’s the same picture from day 1! Will it be the same post? Only one way to find out!
When I was little I used to love the name Autumn. I’d never met anyone with that name, it was one reserved for TV and book characters, but it was so soft and different. Back then, just a kid I decided I wanted to name my future child Autumn. Of course that didn’t last, though it isn’t exactly off my growing list. Back then I added names like Robin, Skye, Rayne, now more ordinary but less common names. Continue reading
Let’s talk about some weird/creepy dreams! A short little write up today because I didn’t have much to say.
I had a dream where I went underground. Or maybe it wasn’t me but someone I was pretending to be, someone I could only be in a dream, an illogical story from my tired brain. Continue reading
Are these italicized intros intriguing or annoying? Only time will tell…
My life is a series of unfortunate events. I could elaborate on what exactly that means, even though I have on here in the past already. People close to me know these details, or at least some of them. When they hear my name people are immediately filled with pity, describing my family as “troopers” who are “so positive” with all the bad that’s happened. One of my talents is smiling, some of my co-workers who don’t know my history joked about calling me Smiley. The old ones who do just tell me I’m always smiling and laughing, that I always look so happy. Continue reading
Me actually being prepared again for this odd challenge? It’s more likely than you think!
The spell book looked like any other book in the back corner of Mr. Linden’s Library. It was old, dusting, and had been misshelved between a copy of Homer and A Tale of Two Cities, which had also been misshelved some time ago. Mr. Linden had grown older and wasn’t as organized a man as he had been in his youth. He had managed his own personal library for many years and hated to admit that it was getting too much for him now. No, instead he told himself he just needed an apprentice, like the olden days, a student to teach and molds so that they may one day create their own library for the masses, not take over his (no, that would never happen). Even he found himself forgetting where he shelved the books which was annoying to both him and his customers (but moreso Mr. Linden). So he put the “Apprentice Needed: Board Included” sign in the window and was done with it, let fate do what she may. Continue reading
Sarah O'Connor 