Exploring the Places No One is Talking About
Below is part II of my detective short story from my writing group. If you missed part I, you can read it here. As always this is a first draft and if spooky season themed writing is not your thing, no worries. To toot my own horn for a second this piece did get me
It is the start of autumn and thus spooky season. Just a heads up that the the writing is going to get darker. If that is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip this story. This piece of writing is a bit longer so I’m going to do two separate posts for it.
So we missed the last writing group because I managed to sprain my ankle badly enough that I thought I broke it. Thankfully I did not but I was in a brace and on crutches for a couple of days. I did write this poem after the incident and I did share it with the
For this last week’s prompt we thought up a memory from our childhood or teenage years and really worked on describing the senses. The only edits are spelling. The air was crisp, burning lungs in the early morning mountain air. Moisture hung in the air, we were on the side of the Continental Divide where
The latest prompt was to select two paint color sample strips and write a short piece using the colors as descriptions and the names of the colors. I selected a sample with three varying shades of deep blue with just a touch of green and the other was shades of deep golden yellow. I have
Keltin and I joined a small writing group and I thought it might be fun to post my rough flash fiction that I write there. It has been a while since I did some purely creative writing. The only editing done from the original to the version below is spell check. For the latest prompt
I finished my second read through of American Gods, or well, a listen as I borrowed the digital audio book from the library. And upon completion it got me thinking. And looking at it in conjunction with The Great Gatsby – I’m currently reading So We Read On about how Gatsby can to be the
Last night made me wish that I had a telescope as I watched the eclipse from my back patio. Bear exploring the yard under the fading silver-white light. It also made me think and write a bit. This poem is rough but I captures my feelings from last night. The wind in the trees And
I play co-ed softball and the other night I was so distracted by the sunset that I was barley paying attention to the game. I don’t much action in right field so its not too terrible of me. Yes we did win – 4 to 3, really close game. Anyway, this is the poem that
A good friend of mine started an Instagram page called Good Dog Dallas. She challenged me and a few other friends to write a quick eight lines from our dogs prospective in the form of a poem or a rap. Well I can’t rap but I can write a poem. The picture was taken by
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