Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with … Continue reading The Scarred Door
Prompt: Write about someone's eyes without saying the color. You would have thought they'd be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January. But, those eyes weren't cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June. People are full … Continue reading Lake-Like Eyes
When I first started this blog in 2017 I was giving myself writing challenges. I created a detailed Google Document that assigned me a writing prompt every day of the year. I carefully selected each prompt, just to make sure they were prompts I knew I was capable of completing. Then, to hold myself accountable, … Continue reading Prompted: re-starting with writing prompts
Writing Challenge: Nov 2, 2018 Prompt Inspiration: Write about your city as if it were a person. If Provo were a person, it would be the kinky-closeted Mormon. The matching sweater, straight-laced, caffeine-free, church-going pioneer stock who drinks alcohol, pops opioids, and engages in extra-marital affairs behind closed doors. Their lawn may be green in … Continue reading Provo
Prompt: What does Autumn taste like? Autumn is the season of flavors, the taste: warm, hearty, sweet, and spicy. The season tastes like cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and toasted brown sugar. It tastes like roasted garlic, salt, pepper, and hot vegetables. It tastes like fresh-baked yeast, hot, steaming starch, and juicy, sweet meat. It tastes like … Continue reading Taste of Autumn
Writing Challenge: September 10, 2018 Prompt: "In the end I didn't miss him, I missed the memories from before" In the end, I didn’t miss him- not in the way everyone thought I did anyway. I didn't miss him, but I missed feeling secure. I missed feeling carefree. I missed feeling that my life … Continue reading I Didn’t Miss Him
Writing Challenge: Sept 5, 2018 Prompt: Write about the hands of someone you love. She’s always worn several rings, at least she has for as long as I can remember. There was her wedding band: small diamonds set in gold, and her child-rings featuring a gemstone representing each month one of us grandchildren were born. … Continue reading Grandma’s Hands
Writing Challenge: September 3, 2018 Prompt: Write something inspired by the line: "No, we're not twins". 10 months and 2 days- we had that line memorized from near infancy. Whenever my Mom would take us out we were inevitably asked if we were twins. This frequent question was likely exacerbated by my mother’s tendency to … Continue reading We’re Not Twins
*I've posted this before, but this is really important so I'm posting it again. The first 3 rules are about safety, the last is just about manners* Writing Challenge: August 27, 2018 Prompt: what are your most important rules when you go out on dates? My 4 Dating Rules: For the first 3 dates, be … Continue reading Dating Rules
Writing Challenge: July 25, 2018 Prompt: What scares you most about dying? Death itself isn’t a terrifying concept. Everything lives, and everything dies- that’s just the way the world works. Something so common, so universal shouldn’t be terrifying- yet in it’s own way it is. Death is universal and therefore familiar, but it’s also foreign. … Continue reading Fear of Death
Bringing Mae Flowers 