Prompt #10: A child’s whisper, the sound of broken glass
He gave me an open book and expected me to write in it.
She scratch the ticket, fragments fell on her lap, revealing no prize…
Prompt for Sunday:
Sweat trickles. No, it pours down crevices that…
#29 She reached for the yellow cookbook, but she was not looking for a recipe
#28 She kept the box of love letters sealed,
long after the love evaporated.
#27 The daffodils fanned north, crying tears into the morning dew…
#26. The car ran out of gas after they past the sign that read no services for 110 miles.
#25 Is for the fantasy/mythology poetry fans, everyone can play along. Look at this image. It is Poseidon’s trident. Look at this image and write what comes to mind.
#24 “She step too far/ Far away from herself/ Far away from all that she thought was real. Write about what happens next, or what happened before.