Today’s Prompt: Write about what makes you feel strong. Heart. It runs of fire and water and rage and rain and wind and storms and lightning and Tears. Fears. In all my traveling, I have never found a mirror To my soul. In all my wanderings, I have never found a kindred spirit To myContinue reading “January 25th, 2022/my heart runs of fire”
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January 15th, 2022/life advice tastes good with rice
Today’s Prompt: What is a life lesson you feel everyone can benefit from learning? “Absolutes” Dear stranger to my brain, Some things must be experienced to be understood, but not everything must be seen to be believed. Sometimes, I believe I see what I’ve never experienced– My trials draw near parallels to another’s pain andContinue reading “January 15th, 2022/life advice tastes good with rice”
Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters
The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”
January 10th, 2022/blood magic
Today’s Prompt: What are 5 things you’re grateful for today? (I was feeling rather uninspired by today’s prompt, so here is a scene I wrote that reminds me why I’m grateful to be alive. Interpretations/thoughts always welcome!) I trudge through these night plains. Clouds of insects guide my path. Dizzyingly, they flit about the fields,Continue reading “January 10th, 2022/blood magic”
January 3rd, 2022/by the night birds
My mother told me we were never meant to fly.
I proved her wrong by walking from the edge of a cliff and finding my wings mid plummet, before the river rapids at the bottom. This is how I end.
down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)
Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons just enough to question the glass to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”
Jordyn Saelor 