Monthly Archives: October 2016
Adjective Prompt – Inspired by ‘The Rabbit’
In the story ‘The Rabbit’ by R.P. Macintyre, the son ends up being smarter than the parents. Write about a time when you were smarter than the person in authority. Use as many adjectives as you can without repeating: (actually, … Continue reading
Rerhyme
What possessed you to show your face? Here, now, in this place You’re no longer welcome here, don’t you see? By her, by him, but most of all, by me We clearly invited you to dwell Within the scorching flumes … Continue reading
My Waltz
Stumble… lurch Shit I should have drunk less …. I should have drunk more Close one eye, it always helps Fuck! … Who put the pans there My fucking wife is glaring My fucking kid won’t let go I … Continue reading
Descriptive Writing
THISBE (5.1) Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? Murky water are her eyes In the unkempt forest of her hair, they hide. The moles and detritus structure her skin Yet more soft than the temper that lies within. Her … Continue reading
Enhanced Insults MSND III II
HERMIA O me, you yeasty beef witted pignut, you spongy clay-brained canker-blossom, You lumpish knotty pated-strumpet! What, have you come by night And stol’n my love’s heart from him? HELENA Fine, i’ faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, … Continue reading
My Son’s Waltz
The future in my mind Was never ever like this; Yet when I hold you close: Such worlds were never easy. We spun to Nat, Doris, And Glenn, all tracks were great. Your mother’s love projected To her only … Continue reading
Little red cap
Girl (G): “I’m called little red cap because my grandma gave me a little red velvet cap.” Mum (M): “Little Red-cap you have to go to your grandmother she is ill and needs some food. So bring her cake and … Continue reading
Trouble
Come in and sit down. There is a problem. Someone has made a mistake. A lot of money is missing. Has the whole office been questioned? Look no further than the person behind the desk. This is going to be … Continue reading
Sunday Morning Rush
Nine o’clock in the morning. Slap that snooze button, I need sleep. My father barges into my room – Asian parents don’t know what know what knocking is, privacy is an idea lost on my family. “Hurry! Get up! Aunty … Continue reading
Bittersweet Traditions
My brother is there, sitting on the bed, sorting and organizing writing utensils. Old pens and pencils they are, ballpoints, graphite pencils, gel ink, highlighters worn-out from their users’ clutches. The pencils he is sorting out are used and of … Continue reading