What makes a good storyteller, in your opinion? Are your favourite storytellers people you know or writers you admire?
He started to tell me a tale,
A tale he did not end.
I was upset,
I had been hanging on every word.
It’s only later I realized,
Why the end was left unsaid.
It was a narration of his unfinished life.
The Daily Prompt.
Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure (thanks for the prompt suggestion, Sarah!)
What’s to be grateful for?
What’s to be guilty for?
If I’m grateful, I’m declared guilty.
If I admit guilt, I shouldn’t be grateful.
Oh! What a mess of simple pleasures!
I’d rather be an ingrate.
The Daily Prompt.
You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?
Locks can be broken.
Locks can be smashed.
Locks can rust.
Much like the love locks in Paris
On the river Seine.
Who needs a key?
Keys are gifts.
Keys are presents.
Keys are easy.
Keys are simple.
What I need is access and opportunity.
And not for a day.
I’ll build a key.
The Daily Prompt.
Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.
I met my younger self of ten years ago.
I offered to buy the young man coffee.
He looked me up and down,
and said: “I don’t recognise you, sir.
And I don’t like conversing with strangers.”
And then I realized that he was familiar,
But not me.
For the future is not a mirror,
And the past is but a simile.
Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?
I met a woman
Who was as smooth as snake skin oil.
I should have known better.
But I was curious.
And then, all I was left with
was briny water.
You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?
You ask me, sir,
Mr. Daily Prompt Man,
To recite a poem (or song),
The first that comes to mind.
I could sing a song of tuppence or two,
I could even make up my own,
But a rote poem, Sir,
That is mighty hard,
For I’ve left all my poetry schooling behind,
And I’ve not learnt formally, Sir,
To appreciate poetry, song or music,
I just play it by ear.
If you absolutely insist,
All I have is these lines by W.H. Davies,
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?”
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
(Thank you for suggesting this prompt, Swoosieque.)
Immortality is for the gods.
Mortality for feeble men and women.
Whenever someone you love or cherish dies,
A little part of you
Leaves with them too.
A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.
A stranger came knocking at my door.
And asked me for the shortest route
To the next town.
He was accompanied by his wife and kids.
They seemed weary, exhausted, dead.
I packed them off to the nearest motel instead.
What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.
Reverse perspective (and normal) of a cube (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am quite put out,
With having to relive
Someone else’s perspective
By today’s prompt.
I think I’m the first
To acknowledge your point of view.
I believe it’s time,
You noted mine too.
From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting the new and the emerging before everyone else?
If I’m ahead of the curve,
I’m sure there’s one or more,
Who could come along
And make it better.
And then there’s me.
Who can go one better than you.
It cuts both ways.