In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cringe-Worthy.”
Is it embarrassing or is it infuriating?
Is it harmless or is it dangerous?
And mind the word,
It’s spelt with a double ‘R’ and a double ‘S’.
Now, the spelling!
That’s what makes me cringe!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Lady.”
The green-eyed lady comes calling,
every now and then,
She smiles and she whispers,
sweet nothings that provoke malice and mice,
She has all the time in the world for idlers,
For people outward-bound,
She has no time for introspection,
She has no time for hope.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forgive and Forget?.”
To forgive and forget is a trite and easy-to-mouth cliche.
It’s hard to forgive, even harder to talk about it and certainly hardest to forget.
To be truthful, it’s best to forgive for your own sake, then walk away but remember never to forget. Who knows if he or she will perpetrate and/or perpetuate it once more on you?
Do you have the grace to give someone a second chance or a third or more? That’s trust, that’s belief, that’s grace. Now, that’s a thought!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “You, the Sandwich.”
If I were a restaurant delicacy,
I hope I’d be the menu special,
Queried by all,
Ordered by most,
And prepared in bulk!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Idyllic.”
There is no ideal community to aspire to.
There is no idyllic life in a knowledgeable one.
Ignorance is bliss until a community is no longer ignorant nor idyllic.
Then there are fewer ideals to aspire to and more wants instead.
That is the truth of the matter, that is the cross of progress.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Coming To a Bookshelf Near You.”
She had an idea that she was nearing her destination. It was close—very close.
The hours at the hospital kept streaming back into her consciousness—the loss of blood from the stab wound in her right side was a painful reminder of the dangerous nature of her errand. Retrieving proof of the several attempts made to end her life was her paramount objective at the moment.
Would she succeed? Can she nab the culprits and end her terror?
Ride of Terror takes you on a journey through the chills of being a solitary urban woman in a large, strange city waylaid by unknown miscreants and the chilling truth behind the sequence of events that unravel will have you turning the pages with a feverish intensity in a whodunit.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Life, the Book.”
Why would I wish someone else to pen my biography? Yours truly is surely more than good enough to script a hagiography !
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Loving Memory.”
Here lies a man who found it hard to lie.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”
Five different meals a day,
That my captors provide!
Oh, I’m just glad,
That I don’t have to forage,
For myself on a deserted island!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”
To be multiple and yet single,
To be able to be everywhere,
And yet go nowhere,
To be visible
To be the ultimate man
Yet be the complete slob.
That’s cloning away the blues
In so many hues!