Tag: creative writing
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Purple Pigs and Green Donkeys
Today’s random sentence was: A purple pig and a green donkey flew a kite in the middle of the night and ended up sunburnt. Here’s what came of it: A purple pig and a green donkey flew a kite in the middle of the night and ended up sunburnt. Pig’s skin darkened into a thick…
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Tomatoes/Hashbrowns
I’ve been writing from a random word everyday for several weeks. Today I switched it up to a random sentence. The randomness did not disappoint. Tomatoes make good weapons when water balloons aren’t available. And this is where I went with it: Tomatoes make good weapons when water balloons aren’t available. They’re just heavy enough…
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Writing Goal
One of my goals for this year is to put together another book. I’ve had a thought for a while that it would be cool to write a book with several micro fiction or vignette type pieces around a central theme or character or event. Starting in Feb/end of Jan I’m going to try and…
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The Art of Languishing
I’m not just tired My bones are melting away Reclaimed by the universe Ground into stardust and debris My skin shrinks away in fear Small fissures collapsing in on one another Growing caverns in the spaces I used to love Life pooling among the rocks A sweet elixir burning through my soul I wanted to…
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Then What?
Though memories of childhoodOften elude my graspI remember momentsAnd words mutteredWhich were never kindOr instilling those things neededTo exist beyond their graspIt occurs to meEvery now and thenThis is why I thought lifeBeyondWas worthy of nothingMaybe deathBut then what?Said like a snake slitheringEscaping the stomping feet of the worldThen what?A place in what lies beyondFloating…
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Mental Wanderings
My mind is wandering Sinking in the sand Riding cresting waves Dappled light clearing the way Cutting through Water heavy with salt We can’t help but float away When will we know we’re lost Where the moon rests on the coast A horizon ever pulling back Tempting our dreams Foaming with life Treading thick seams…
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Essence
There’s something pooling just beyond your lips Words spilled over, stiffening the air Your fingers reach, drawing them away Desperate attempts to scoop Rest them at the back of your throat The essence remains
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Discomfort
Theres something in the air A murmur Breaking from the sky Electric shocks and torrential downpours Splitting my silk tongue Frayed ends tickle the throat Tie up the lungs Filling the belly with silken worms
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Oxidized
There’s something to be said for catching your dreams Wrangling them in as they claw away gravity To find the sheen diminished The meaning rusted Oxidized by our expectations
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Ghost Hunting
Hattie almost missed the fraying brown clue blending into the brickwork. Almost. Matt would never let anyone miss it completely. “It’s a clue!” He howled as he dropped to his belly and slithered towards the string. “Hattie. Hattie. Look. They were here.” “I don’t see anything Matt.” He groaned and lifted the string between clenched…
Kelley Farrell 