Fiction Story Excerpt Blessed be those who battle daily a mind that knows no peace. m.a.young As night falls draping its solemn darkness upon the earth like a heavy winter blanket, she curls into a tiny ball in the corner of her bed expecting their arrival. Hands locked tightly around her knees, holding them close to her chest. Eyes open wide, fighting the need for sleep they will never receive.
Jumping back into the blog water with some writing prompts. Today’s pick comes to us courtesy of ThinkWritten.com (and if it inspires some connection of words in your mind, please consider sharing in the comments below – linking to a post of your own inspired by it is okay too – but know that I review all comments and spammy ones are tossed). And with that, today’s prompt is: Outside
This marks the second time I’ve gone ahead and just posted what I refer to as brain vomit. I don’t know what it is or where it comes from, but it just appears there, in my head, and I don’t know what to do with it, hence the term brain vomit. I recognize it’s crap. But I figure it must be trying to tell me something, show me something, or lead
I remain convinced that in one or more of my possible past lives I was a champion of the people. Fighting boldly for that which was just and humane. Self-sacrificing, pure-of-heart, strong, determined, fearless. My anxieties the result of countless past lives meeting their demise at the hands of stake-burnings, severe beatings, beheadings, stonings and the like. Yet deep within the spark remains. The tiniest ember. Glowing softly, weakly, beneath
Writing prompt courtesy of Writing.com: “Write about the last thing you lost.” The clouds hung dark and heavy in the sky the day I lost my mind. Looking back, I should have realized it was coming. Those ominous clouds were a telltale sign from the powers that be — whoever or whatever they may be. I was neck deep in desperation. Intensely hyper-focused on maintaining the appearance of wellness. In