September 12, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the insect nation. You can focus on a particular insect or all insects. Is your story one of acceptance and understanding? Scientific knowledge? Or apocalyptic horror? Get bugged and go where the prompt leads!
Seeing as how we have suddenly been besieged by these creatures, this post was easy!
Spiders are a big problem in my family. Luckily, they seem to know this and rarely put in an appearance.
At least, my family think so. I see them and know all their hideouts. Their webs give them away.
On those rare occasions when one does dare to put in an appearance and either runs across the floor or turns up in the bath, I am the one my family scream for.
They tell me that September is the time when male spiders go hunting for a mate.
January 16, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a lady shadow. Who is this person and why do they lurk in the shadows. What is the tone and setting for your story? Go where the prompt leads!
Your Inner Eye
This forest of trees my son
Is a tribute to all the great artists
who walked the earth many years ago
There are those that paint
The star filled skies
Jewels that dance above our head
Like Van Gogh's Starry Night
Monet painted the ground
Gardens to dream in
So many of us do not have the inner eye
To see the beauty
To have the desire to capture on canvas
Without the hands that held paintbrushes
The world would be a duller place
Not forgetting, the many that decorate
The churches, cathedrals, places of worship
With a little added inspiration of coloured glass
If you can feel it in your heart
You might find your inner eye…
Do I steal extra days from others?
I let my thoughts fly, escape
With the lyrics of my favourite song
Waiting to crystalise in a new world
In the distance a fire pit glows
My thoughts thrash back and forward
Needing to land where Jasper stands
I feel my heart drip cold blood on the pole below
I am hostess of my own deception
Looking for an angel not nailed to the cross
Whose wings are not so white
A depiction of thoughts still to come…
Yesterday my life felt as though it was hanging on a hair. What could go wrong, did. I couldn’t think straight, I dropped things, walked into doorways.
One of those days when I should have stayed in bed. Mind you, I probably would have fallen out of that. Thank God yesterday is over.
I have the bull by the horns, or so I think. I start by tidying up, do the washing while the drying is good, then read a good book before trying to write a bit. So far so good, the washing is on the line, kettle on, coffee made. I do my best thinking while reading a good book.
Let tomorrow take care of itself. But we don’t. We try to lasso it into place. Make it what we want it to be. It rarely turns out to plan and we can thank the cosmos for that, then fate steps in. The future is already out there, how else could we walk into it? Nowadays I don’t plan ahead too much. I let the cosmos surprise me…