I have mentioned before that I enjoy writing prompts. A simple thought carries my brain in multiple directions. I enjoy the challenge of thinking and, even more, recording those thoughts. I wasn’t sure where to go with my upcoming YouTube segment. Mondays are designated to be motivational and uplifting. I scoured the internet for help, and almost immediately, this sentence stood out to me: What is your unique purpose?
The thought brings me to the existential question, why are we here? The answer is likely because we have a purpose, but how do we know what that is? Or is…
It was a perfectly normal evening. Everyone was asleep. I was writing. I was working on a pretty dramatic chapter of my novel when Dopey stuck his nose under my elbow.
Dog people know this is canine for “Pay attention to me.” I gave him a quick scratch behind his ears and went back to my writing.
The sirens were deafening, and the flashing lights were blinding. I was having a horrible time running in my heels. I followed the paramedics as quickly as I could through the hospital doors. The tears blurred my vision. My throat hurt, but I didn’t really know what I was yelling. I didn’t know what the staff was yelling at me either. All I knew was my Stephen was headed into the hospital with tubes and machines making him live when we were supposed to be having dessert.
“Mrs. Cunningham? Could you come with me, please? We need some information.” A…
Norah stared at the wine glass she had just cleaned. It sat in the dish rack, upside down and empty, just how she felt.
She headed to her bedroom. Forgoing the routine of getting ready, she flopped into her bed, leggings and all. She glanced around her room, illuminated by the light of the full moon shining through her window.
“That explains a lot,” She said to herself. Norah was never one to believe in superstition, but blaming the day’s events on the bright orb in the night sky was easier than accepting the truth.
The curtains blew in the…
A depressed mind is a scary place. Loneliness and feelings of inadequacy are commonplace. In recent times, mental illness has become less taboo to discuss. Thankfully, I’ve come to realize what I’m afflicted with due to the outpouring of new information.
My doctor gave me my diagnosis of depression at the age of 13. My mother passed away from cancer. A life-changing event is enough to throw anyone into a tailspin, but I was different. The feelings didn’t go away. I’ve realized that depression and anxiety started much earlier than this event.
I’ve read blog posts (and written one) about…
I heard my name from behind me at the bar. I don’t know what I’m doing here. My friends made me sign up for this stupid “Blind date” dating app. You fill out an extensive questionnaire about yourself, your likes, your dislikes, and what you would like in a partner. The app then matches you up with someone in your area and suggests a place to go. I guess anything beats spending another Saturday night staring at the walls of my dorm.
“Kevin” appeared to play football for our rival college. His profile picture was in his uniform, kneeling…
“Are you sure it’s for me?” I asked the older gentleman in the expensive suit.
“You are Abagail Jones, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Well, yes, but I didn’t even know I had a great aunt Gwen.” I protested.
“Gwen was the eccentric spinster sister of your grandmother, ” the man, who had introduced himself as Mr. Rawley, explained. “Your mother was the only family member to communicate with her up until her passing.” the man looked wistfully up at the sky. “Your mother was such a delight, I was so sorry to learn she’s also no longer with us.”
You have entertained us for several episodes, but we must say 2020 was the most intense, or so we thought. The season premiere of 2021 was a complete shit-show. How do you creatures do it?
We have captured one of your kind. She says she is called A-man-duh. We were confused as she is entirely female. She has informed us “gender” is a much broader term now, and people identify as what they feel they should be. It’s cool; we’re hip, we can dig it. Oh, now she says no one talks like that anymore.
We picked her…
The writing prompt says: “an unknown relative passes away and wills you a goat farm in a foreign land. What do you do?”
The first thing I would do is go there. The goats need someone! I would make sure they were healthy and cared for which means learning how to take care of goats!
Next I think I would name them all. They’d be my new pets. I would likely name them after fairy tale characters because this is the stuff that happens in fairy tales.
If there were little, or baby goats, well, they need pajamas because:
Today’s writing prompt said “name something valuable you lost and the best thing you found.”
The biggest loss I’ve experienced is my family. My mom died when I was 13. Cancer took her within 6 months of diagnosis. My grandfather on my dad’s side died that same year. Dad, Grandma and I lived together until I became an adult. Being raised by your grandmother is an experience, I tell ya. My friend’s moms were pretty happy to pitch in here and there as well.
I was 22 when Dad passed. Diabetes just took over. I currently am battling against the…
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