JoyDark

cold as a fake smile rises the capricious sun on a spring morning.

there is skin beneath my fingernails, a healthy glowing salmon pink shining beneath ridged keratin, surrounded by the jagged edges of my cuticles, which have become discolored over time and ...

a girl and a boy on a hill sat on the ground perfectly still. then the girl ran away while the boy chose to stay listening to a small whip-poor-will. ...

"Let us write something." Anything? I ask. "Not anything, young one, but something profound; Something to stir the soul, to soothe the mind, to mend the heart; Something to carve ...

My dad used to tell me stories in song form; my lullabies were books

“Is that an insult?” I challenge, unsheathing my Steel damascus blade.

Flash! like that lightning I appear: "You will never Defeat me, you clowns!"

Quartz wakes up in her sleeping bag, stretches, and slowly opens her eyes. The sun is smiling at them in the sky. "What the hell..." Anyone they come across they ...

but wait, are we writing ends to this story prompt in our individual posts, or simply making a never-ending train of story with our words?

Why do I have to Use the dang restroom every Five bloody minutes?!?

My mom and my dad Are arguing about our Gel-ish detergent

two soft and steady hands, beaten but not broken, lift me from the mud.

Curls of jade ivies Stretch up a brick wall, trying To reach what’s beyond.

Drooping eye bags remind me of hammocks: Purple sacks of cloth, hanging from two rough trunks In the shade of an oak, or perhaps a fir; A breeze blows—the hammock ...

Ashen tree branches Leave trails of smoke like charcoal Across a scorched sky.