365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal Day 97: A drawing, short story or poem about your ever rushing thoughts. Thoughts that slide Thoughts are circles, you see Round and round they go Until they just come back to me. There they grow and tippy-toe so slow. They creep into every… Continue reading 365 of Days Questions: The thoughts that slide Poem
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal Day 87: What is your favourite way to deal with boredom? And what are three better ways? Well, I am not someone who has a problem with boredom. I am someone who has a problem with too many hobbies. And I'm also someone who… Continue reading 365 Days of questions: Bored?
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal Day 35: How would you describe the journey of life you've had so far? Hmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmmmm. A tragic comedy? Okay, that is a little dramatic. Maybe like a quest for meaning that doesn't actually exist. But since my personality type is obsessed with… Continue reading 365 days of questions: Life the Quest
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal DAY 25: What is one big thing you could do this month to expand your comfort zone? I already did one thing out of my comfort zone and that submitting a piece of art to a local exhibit for Mental Health Awareness Month. Which… Continue reading 365 days of questions: out of comfort zone
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal DAY 15: In what areas of your life are you struggling most and why? So this question is a bit of a drag to think about because I am having some difficulties in a lot of areas. So... welcome to my pity party post!… Continue reading 365 days of questions: the struggle
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal DAY 12: In what area(s) of your life are you more or less following the crowd, instead of listening to your own intuition? In most things I am not a follower or a leader. I just do my own thing and it connects with… Continue reading 365 days of questions: follower
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal DAY 7: we are skipping to day 7 What has life been trying to tell you the past few years? Life has a way of telling me quite clearly that I have to just recover and get used to the idea of not working… Continue reading 365 days of questions:Â What is life saying
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal DAY 3: What has been the main cause(s) of unhappiness throughout your life? Well, I am pretty sure I was born having an existential crisis so there is that. Because I am a weird one I think mostly it has been I am always… Continue reading 365 days of questions: Unhappiness
365 Questions, One Page Per Day: A One Year Self-Discovery Journal Day 2 What advice would your 80-year old self give you now? I imagine my 80-year old self would have some serious WORDS with me. But really she would tell me I have one life to live. To not waste it on things that… Continue reading 365 days of questions: advice
*I have utilized this concept in stories before, but I'll put another twist on it.* So Ink writing prompt The young man was over eighteen because my receptionist ensured that, but, hell, barely was. I frowned at him because if his request. I sympathized, of course, I sympathized but he didn't get it. Not at… Continue reading Blogtober Prompt: Magic ink
I couldn't think of a post for today but a good prompt always gets my muse chatty. Blogtober day: 14 Prompt: If magic was real then monsters were too "You fucking dick!" I yelled. He cringed. "It wasn't my fault. Not at all. Not even in the least bit." Last week we had a wizard… Continue reading Blogtober Prompt: Magic and monsters
Prompt Kittens, pizza, saltine crackers, telepathy, a radio contest, magic, a six-pack of beer, and existential angst. The kittens in the box were making quite the noise for kittens. Sounded like I was starving them, but I wasn’t. I bought Fancy Feast for rioting little furballs. Fancy Feast. I could have bought something dull and… Continue reading A short: Telepathy and pizza
Writing Prompts that don't suck: Story must include a unicorn hunter, a planet inhabited entirely by cats, a glitter gun. Meow? "This is clearly the wrong world, Lawrence," Eva said crossly as she pulled a climbing kitten from her leg and put it on the ground. They were in an empty city. An apocalypse world… Continue reading A short: Guns and Unicorns
My eyes snapped open and I tried to sit up. Where was I? That was very important to know right now! An arch of pain stabbed into my brain and I lay back down with a groan. I rubbed my throbbing head and felt something tangled to it. I opened my eyes to see an… Continue reading Prompt: Hospital
"If there is an ether, the Earth is evidently more or less at rest in it." James smiled in a way he hoped was not perceived as patronizing but it was extremely difficult to explain the physics of magic to a mundane. "Think of it this way, dark matter clouds the universe, or clumps I… Continue reading Writing Prompt: page 51…
"I have nothing to apologize for," I said, watching our friends through the balcony paned glass; pacing, yelling and arguing. My fault of course, but it had to be done. Paul gave me a Look, like I had stirred the pot for fun. Like I liked to create drama. "This was none of our business.… Continue reading Prompt: Apologize
An awareness crawls across my skin and down my spine. I have an intuitive feeling someone's awareness is planted right my way with intent. I straighten up and narrow my eyes. The hairs raise on my back of my neck and a chill sweeps across them. I lift my head and scope the place out… Continue reading Prompt: Staring contest
The Writer The heart of a philosopher Thought thinking itself With the soul of a writer Too many books on the shelf. The body layered with pain, a tormented life. The mind keeps her sane, stays pains knife.
I had a nightmare when stressed about work. In the nightmare I remember I was trying desperately to get to someone. Not clear on who. However, the floor became like quicksand beneath me. It would absorb my foot all the way up above the knee. I would struggle to get that leg out then the… Continue reading Prompt: Your last dream
One could take this to mean cold to someone. As a Canadian I am going to take it as freaking cold, as we often are. You have to be cool when you are a teenager. That meant dressing in a cool jacket and not some lame winter coat. And not wearing gloves, toque and… Continue reading Prompt: write about the coldest you’ve ever been…
The Wyrd 