Writing Prompts 02.01.19

136. Bizarre Holiday: There is a bizarre holiday for any date! Look up a holiday for today’s date and create a poem in greeting card fashion or write a short story about the holiday to celebrate.

Holidays and observances
Abolition of Slavery Day (Mauritius)
Air Force Day (Nicaragua)
Christian feast day:
– Astina (Syrian Church)
– Blessed Candelaria of San José
– Brigid, patron saint of Ireland (Saint Brigid’s Day)
– Verdiana
– February 1 (Eastern Orthodox liturgics)
Earliest day on which Constitution Day can fall, while February 7 is the latest; celebrated on the first Monday in February. (Mexico)
Federal Territory Day (Kuala Lumpur, Labuan and Putrajaya, Malaysia)
Heroes Day (Rwanda)
Imbolc (Ireland, Scotland, Isle of Man, and some Neopagan groups in the Northern hemisphere)
Memorial Day of the Republic (Hungary)
National Freedom Day (United States)
The start of Black History Month (United States and Canada)

138. Mailbox: Create a poem, short story, or journal entry based on a recent item of mail you’ve received.

Writing Prompts 01.25.19

133. Gadgets: If you could invent a gadget, what would it do? Are there any gadgets that make your life easier?

134: Bring on the Cheese: Write a tacky love poem that is so cheesy, it belongs on top of a pizza.

135. Ladders: Write a story or poem that uses ladders as a symbol.

Writing Prompts

Dogs

I have had a few different kinds of dogs. I have had Poodles – the miniature ones, a Saint Bernard, Dobermans, a Kuvasz, a Pitbull, German Shepherds, Blue Heelers, border Collies, a Siberian Husky, a butterfly dog (Papillon), Chihuahuas, Miniatures, and a few mixes.

I enjoy their company, comradery (friendship), and their pure love. Their loyalty is also outstanding. I look forward to getting another dog soon. Most of the dogs I’ve had went through some kind of obedience training. They all graduated except one little blue heeler who had to go to 2 different obedience schools because he bit the instructor at the 1st obedient school nd we were kicked out. In the 2nd obedience school, he graduated with honors.

Overall, I purely love dogs and enjoy them greatly. They are great pets to have.

Writing Prompts 01.18.19

130. Read the News Today: Construct a poem or story using a news headline for your first line.

131. Macro: Write a description of an object close-up.

132. Transportation: Write about taking your favorite (or least-favorite) form of transportation.

Writing Prompts 01.11.19

127. Know-it-all: Write about something you are very knowledgeable about, for example a favorite hobby or passion of yours.

128. The Promise: Write about a promise you’ve made to someone. Did you keep that promise?

129. Commotion: Write about being overstimulated by a lot of chaos.

Writing Prompts 01.04.19

124. Fireworks: Do they inspire you or do you not like the noise and commotion? Write about it.

125. Frozen: Write about a moment in your life you wish you could freeze and preserve.

126. Alone: Do you like to be alone or do you like having company?

Writing Prompts 12/28/18

121. Stray Animal: Think of the life of a stray cat or dog and write about that.

122. Stop and Stare: Create a poem or story about something you could watch forever.

123. Your Bed: Describe where you sleep each night.

Someday

I’ll be away from this place someday.

I step into the morning, Blue Sky shining the full moon still up

bright and beautiful. I walk away to escape the smell and think to myself someday.

The Shining Giants are beautiful in their Majesty. Glass and Metal reflect the day. The Omni Tower with its plants on top and I wonder what up there. Maybe I’ll see it someday.

It’s Saturday a day for mowing yards, cleaning house, family and friends, maybe someday.

I think of ways to occupy my day so I’m not here surrounded by homelessness, poverty, addiction and suffering. perhaps someday.

Bright hope filled faces appear in cars and trucks. People teaching their children charity and love trying to make a difference someday.

They pass out blankets and food to the huddled masses in need, who retrieve it and keep dreaming of someday.

I have to walk away from this place if just for a while. Waiting desperately for the day I don’t have to come back. Hopefully someday.

I’ll have a place all my own something small, nothing big and a garden With flowers, someday.

There will enough room for me and a dog, Or a cat maybe a fish, something that loves me always but that’s someday.

I’d like a car nothing fancy or a truck, something cheap, and I could drive to the store Maybe someday.

My daughter will come visit with my grandson and be proud of me someday.

So I’ll keep doing my best. I’ll stay safe and Keep Hope as I head back to the shelter waiting for some day

A.D.D.???

You’re not supposed to follow the balloons as they float by, but why? Time keeps moving on regardless. What does it hurt to take a moment out of my busy day. Why shouldn’t I step out of my routine and discomfort and explore something excitingly new. Chasing the unknown. I can Step off the sweltering sidewalk and onto the grass. Escaping The Heat 2 Climb a fence and run across a Green Meadow filled with flowers who lift their sunshine faces and wave from their rootbound existence as the wind ripples down the slope that leads 2 a crystal clear stream. The water, bubbling laughter , rushes over the Pebbles making swirls as it pushes its way past little fish whose tails sway frantically trying to keep their place. but why?

Why not just float Downstream and enjoy the view? All around are Green Banks and canopies of beautiful trees that seemed to go on forever. The trees roots stretch out into the depths in search of the next drink. Sucking in life. Feeding strong steadfast trunks where frivolous fluffy tailed squirrels with inquisitive eyes race frantically Across rough bark 2 lofty branches with leaves of deepest green. Each Supports nests filled with young Birds ready for they’re maiden flight on trembling wings. They launch into a sky filled with morning the color of rainbows and puffy clouds full of fantasy. Flying swiftly they wield their power and grace on the exuberant wind as they play,

with balloons.

By Linda Jackson