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A flutist on the howling wind sought you upon a tenebrous descension. It was an enchanted night and you left your blanket fort—the safe zone—for a warm mausoleum. Foolish souls hear. Listen. 365

10 55
2020-08-09

"He spoke of calculus and epsilon. It brought thoughts on the sole recourse," she said, tossing stones into the truck.
"Was cutting his throat truly the only recourse?"
"He's home in hell, isn't he?"

15 78
2020-08-04

My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

6 35
2020-07-24

The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

4 31
2020-07-18

When one spells her name under their breath, it must kiss the ocean. That is how you beckon a love drowned. I tried it, one day, lips fried from the salt spraying from pistol tides against boulders.

7 45
2020-07-13

Like any other demon, it is quasi-charismatic—advancing the gentlest of kind souls with grace's veil to make them commit the worst sins until their skulls turn grey from dust. Be a storm. Destroy its title. 355

6 44
2020-07-12

Few swill from the fruit on disrespectful escapade, most fearing the verve in which they'd be punished. The Grim Mother loathes the sound—though gluttons offer rich blood for her children's doses of immortality.

14 60
2020-06-28

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

9 43
2020-06-21

We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

13 57
2020-06-13

The cold would be sloughed off our shoulders where tomorrow's morning spills; and gravity would take us to a home away from home where the only things falling from the skies are rain, snow, and petals softer than silk. 5

16 85
2020-06-05

"Meet my highly intelligent bird. She loves reading and helps highlight all unnecessary longueurs in these awful submissions. Such finesse in that wing-work. Forgo the blue ones."
"Those are mine."
"Oh. Dreadful."

10 40
2020-05-30

Thank you for a peaceful Week 45!

Week 46's eye-catching is:

‘Write something incorporating colour.’

(And check out 's while you're at it)

Remember to tag your posts with and that you can use Sunthing prompts all week long! ☀️

33 46
2020-05-24

There's a charm in falling petals that meet the breezes they twine with. I liked to sit on the bench across the road from church to watch days pluck flowers from their tree—a favourite catalyst for peace in a weary mind.

11 67
2020-05-17

Beekeepers
comb catalysts
for sweetest honey
daydreams,
finding late
summer sunsets
on ends.

6 36
2020-05-03

In the welkin
we walk
on the in between,
waking moon
and tucking sun
somewhere
beneath
our tootling feet.
A Sunday time falter
to help define
pulsing souls
who desire
no sound,
letting winds
brush
dancing breath
round.

15 53
2020-04-27

Thank you for a meaningful week 37!

We’re almost there.

Week 38’s is:

‘Write something incorporating unity and/or discord.’

We have a big announcement coming tomorrow.

Remember to tag your posts with and that you can use Sunthing prompts all week long! ☀️

23 36
2020-03-29

Onism is a chaos
within itself,
within you,
and beautiful it may be,
for you could be
one with another
on a Sunday morning,
kissing his, her, their
onism sea.
The breeze
is enticing,
blowing cinnamon
from your locks
to inhale.

12 64
2020-03-22

"I became a child with curtained eyes, picturing everything in sanguine manner while the world's monstrous ways kept their relentless bridging of life and its spills."
"You're dead, aren't you?"

8 76
2020-03-01

Thank you for a horrifying Week 30!

For our second Tribute Week 31 is celebrating the amazing with:

‘Write something incorporating comedy and/or puns.’

Remember to tag your posts with and that you can use Sunthing prompts all week long! ☀

24 50
2020-02-09

Black Friday moto: Click. Buy. Gloat. Repeat.

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2 4
2019-11-20