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?
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
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…
An interesting prompt to be sure. I have two novels I am working on and generally I have working titles as well. One I know the title I will use and the other I am not sure about yet. The first: The I of Me 'I' and the 'me' - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia… Continue reading Writing Prompt: Google your title
The Wyrd 