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Writing Prompt: Her Dreamy Land

4 May

found on twitter

I found this picture on twitter as I was searching for some writing prompts. The task was to write opening lines for any kind of story. Here are mines:

She was his first love. Mathew never thought their love would last forever. But when she told him he was her only true love, he knew. It was difficult to keep her concentrated on anything. She had her own dreamy land, where all planets were rotating around her private universe. But there was something so intoxicating about her, that it was impossible not to love her…

If you liked the image or this writing prompt, you can write your own opening lines to any kind of story. If you do so, you can send your link to coments. Please give the credit for the picture and this writing prompt to the author: 

This writing prompt was provided by calebjacobo.com

Purple Rain Falling

21 Apr


Purple rain is falling.
Is it God playing with colors,
spreading his love down to earth?
Maybe one day,
but not today.

Today it is the sky,
crying from purple clouds.
Trying to take the pain away
by caressing our hearts
with beautiful purple rain.

This rain is for you,
for your fame, you crazy little thing,
for your last song,
For you are the Purple king.

TLT: Flowering

21 Apr

photo by kazuend

Bloom sweet little child, spread your sprouts.

Be as wild and free as you wish to be and more.

Never lose the lust for life, there is so much to explore.

This post was written for TLT challenge.

Tanka for Sunday Evening : Hidden Island

17 Apr

image from benngie.vsco.co

once upon a time
she was my secret island
far away from land
we belonged to each other
never wanting to turn back

TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico

“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…

This post was written for TLT challenge.

Traveling Alone

14 Apr

Google images


I travel alone every day.
I wake up every morning,
thinking of how to survive the day again.
Coffe is my first savior.

Trafic already pumps in its usual speed
and I am wondering
if today is the day that I can forget you.

You departed in the foggy morning.
Leaving only memories for me.
We used to travel together,
every day of the week.
The same bus, the same road.
Dark shadow is my companion today.
And each day.

So now I travel alone.
Thinking if how to survive these routes.
Nobody to talk to,
nobody to argue with.

But I’ll be fine.
Today is a good day.
In the distance of my days I see
that at the end
I’ll be fine.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/tale-weaver-61-departure/

Native American

13 Apr

found on whitewolfpack.com

They taught me to be strong
They taught me to be courageous
They taught me to never give up.

We, women of this tribe
we must be mothers
we must be sisters
we must be wives.

We must support our men strongly
in time of battles and wars,
We are sending them to the battlefield,
but they are returning to our arms again.

We are there in their good times,
we never go away in their bad times.
We, women of this tribe
we must stand firm.

They taught me to be strong,
they taught me good.
For I feel no fear.
My destiny will be fulfilled.

This poem was written for https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/04/13/hump-day-poetry-week-10/


No Way Out

12 Apr


Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…

Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.



Tanka For Sunday Evening : The Melody

10 Apr

found on stylemepretty.com

old record player
playing sweet melody of my youth
music sways in the air
balm to my old and tired soul
memories are floating in

Love For Saturday

9 Apr

found on pinterest

Welcome saturday!
It’s been long six days 
that I’ve been waiting.
You bring the peace and joy along.
Let me use this joy for memory making.

I want to dream on this day,
about all those places I want to visit.
I want to use this day
for all those foolish things that I want to do.

I want to thank to this day
for letting me to do whatever I want.
I want to love this day
for stopping by and letting me to dream.

Saturday, you give  me the spirit.
I don’t need to wait no more.
Let the fantasy world start spinning.