Day 4 -Nature Poems Challenge
rust spotted maple leaf
predicts death
like the age spots on the back
of my hand
yet the future
is lit by a crescent moon
dreams swaying
on a hammock of hope
A Bit of Writing Prompt Fantasy
I don't typically write fantasy or surrealist fiction but several years ago I took a writing class and one of the daily prompts produced this little story. Not something I would have devised on my own, but apparently it was in my head someplace because it emerged easily onto the page.
MAGIC POTION LOTION
Knee high by the Fourth of July. That’s how many strands of red licorice I had collected for my patriotic installation at the campus art gallery. Now I needed materials in blue and white and they had to come by the color naturally, I wasn’t allowed to paint anything and I only had two hours left to finish the piece in time. I ran down the hall of the dorm pounding on doors. “Wake up! Get to the lounge! I need help!” “What do you want now?” It was five o’clock in the morning but my dorm mates were used to my ill-timed bursts of creative energy. They dragged themselves down to the lounge. I looked at the sleepy hung-over congregation of students and begged. “Please, I need all your aspir…
MAGIC POTION LOTION
Knee high by the Fourth of July. That’s how many strands of red licorice I had collected for my patriotic installation at the campus art gallery. Now I needed materials in blue and white and they had to come by the color naturally, I wasn’t allowed to paint anything and I only had two hours left to finish the piece in time. I ran down the hall of the dorm pounding on doors. “Wake up! Get to the lounge! I need help!” “What do you want now?” It was five o’clock in the morning but my dorm mates were used to my ill-timed bursts of creative energy. They dragged themselves down to the lounge. I looked at the sleepy hung-over congregation of students and begged. “Please, I need all your aspir…
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