103. Secret Message: Write something with a secret message hidden in between the words. For example, you could make an acrostic poem using the last letters of the word or use secret code words in the poem.
104. Vacation: Write about a vacation you took.
105. Heat: Write about being overheated and sweltering.
100. Normal: What does normal mean to you? Is it good or bad to be normal?
101. Recycle: Take something you’ve written in the past and rewrite it into a completely different piece.
102. Wardrobe: Write about a fashion model or what’s currently in your closet or drawers.
Create or recite an inspiring quote.
95. Adjectives: Make a list of the first 5 adjectives that pop into your head. Use these 5 words in your story, poem, or journal entry.
96. Fairy Tales: Rewrite a fairy tale. Give it a new ending or make it modern or write as a poem.
97. Whispers: Write about someone who has to whisper a secret to someone else.
93. Potion: Write about a magic potion. What is it made of? What does it do? What is the antidote?
94. Swinging & Sliding: Write something inspired by a playground or treehouse.
Things I was taught and things I wasn’t
The purest form of love I have ever experience usually comes from God during our silent conversations. It varies, but generally it is somewhat terrifying and exceptionally beautiful at the same time.
Living on the streets can be tough, to say the least, and for some people it is the only home they’ve known. If the streets can’t teach you a thing or two about perspective then nothing ever will. Some people cannot exist in a traditional home. Like a newly freed prisoner has trouble reintegrating into society, there is a type of institutionalization that happens to those that live on the streets too long.
There comes a point when it feels like an absolutely eternal prison. Living on the streets becomes a cage you are tossed into and it feels like you will never escape. When you do finally escape you realize you are different. You are changed. Something fundamental about a person has to change to survive such an experience.
It feels like I float in and out of homelessness. I never truly feel home anywhere and yet even sleeping under the stars can, at times, feel like the most natural and comfortable place I can find in this world.
At one point, during my first experience living on the streets of Austin, I lost all hope. I felt that loss way before I could define it, and it took even longer to admit it to myself—much less another human being.
“Linda, I’m going to die out here!” I cried one day.
With a disapproving look and an encouraging voice Linda argued that I would make it out. I have done so more than once since that day. I am willing to bet I will cycle through the reality of these streets a few more times.
Even after I move on—into housing—I will be back. I will always come back. If I don’t come back for the next ten years I will still end up back here. The only way I make sense of my life out here is to help others out.
The streets taught me one of the purest forms of love I’ve known. Simply by throwing me in the midst of incomprehensible chaos God taught me how to quiet my spirit and truly hear Him. That is why I will always come back.
It is eventually our turn to be the calm in someone’s storm.
90. Green Thumb: Write about growing something.
91. Family Heirloom: Write about an object that’s been passed through the generations in your family.
92. Bug Catcher: Write about insects.
86. Your Muse: Write about your muse – what does he or she look like? What does your muse do to inspire you?
87. Convenience Store: Write about an experience you’ve had at a gas station or convenience store.
88. Natural Wonders of the World: Choose one of the natural wonders of the world. Write about it.
82. Book Inspired: Think of your favorite book. Now write a poem that sums up the entire story in 10 lines.
83. Magic: Imagine you have a touch of magic, and can make impossible things happen. What would you do?
85. A Day in the Life: Write about your daily habits and routine.
“Damnit Vincent I’m serious! Don’t go down there.” Samuel says, “They already got willie! Them sheep ain’t like other sheep.”
Vincent laughs, “You must be high.” as he trots down the hill toward the herd.
Samuel follows reluctantly.
“Look Samuel, there’s no Shepard. These sheep are sitting ducks.”
“Don’t you think that is a little suspicious?!” Samuel insists.
“You’re starting to piss me off!”, Vincent snaps.
Vincent disappears into the herd. A few seconds latter sounds of fighting erupt from the block of sheep. Then the sound of a dog yipping and whimpering. A sheep skips out to the edge of the herd, its face drenched in blood and the leg of a wolf hanging from its mouth. The sheep chews calmly as it stares unflinchingly at Samuel.