This is my response to WitFit Prompts for November 18, 2014.
To be released from Tekni Prison is just the beginning of the journey for the inmate. Walking out its giant gate with nothing but what you came in with can be the end of the journey. Only twelve months ago, Tek was sentenced in the warmth of summer, but now he’s in the tundra with knee-length snow. He only took a few steps until he saw an orange light in the distance. His pace quickened as he saw the orange light transform into a small hut. Nearly jumping up the stairs and through the door, he was swathed in warmth. He stood there in the warmth until a scratchy, coarse voice said, “Close the door you nindit!” The blast of cold air sped up his obedience of the order. He looked to where the voice came from to find an old man and a young boy sitting in front of a roaring fire. When they saw Tek’s hands stick to his arms, subconsciously rubbing the cold from his skin. The old man waived him over and said, “Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself up.”
A poem I made on the plane ride to Arizona, my homestate.
Arizona, a place where the trails are winding
And the roads are straight.
A place where the mountains are pointed
And anything else is a hill.
Where sunlight kisses and
Rain brings a chorus of grateful nature.
Where clouds dance and the sky’s
Blue hue matches that of a well known stone.
Arizona has its own shade of green
and it means Life here in this desert.
This has been relocated from my figment. They’ve all disappeared. How? Why? I don’t know. It all started with my grandparents. The elderly of our town just up and disappeared one day, along with all there was to remember them by. And slowly, the adults of the town disappeared, too. Eventually, everyone over 13 just vanished. I was 8 […]
So like I’ve said in my first post, I’ve started so many blogs that have just done nothing. Finally, I have found a place where I can just write; and I love it. One thing that bothers me is that my writings have been spread across the internet, with no way of connecting it. So I’m going to start bringing my writings to this blog. I hope you’ll like them.
“My tongue is like a desert, where my words are harsh winds that damage the landscape. But the praise of God is water to the desert and makes green grasses grow.” -Anonymous
This was originally a post from Figment Daily Themes email on February 12, 2013. Here I am again, a good two days in a row. Now to be fair, this is a poem I have already written. This prompt didn’t really inspire me today. Hopefully you can find something to write about. Here’s today’s prompt: […]
This was originally a post from Figment Daily Themes email on February 6, 2013. Now before I start, I’m giving a shout out to all my fellow Figgies out there. I haven’t been active for a while but I still love Figment. Wattpad and FanFiction are great but Figment has the best interactive interface. Now, […]
Hello peoples! My apologies for not posting for a while. I’m just a little frustrated and feeling kinda lonely. I realize that no one is going to read this post for awhile or maybe even never and that feels kinda sad. I might not have the best things to say and though I’ve just started out, I just guess this is what they meant by starting a blog is a difficult thing. Well I’ll try better now. Also I’ve just thought of a great feature! I get writing prompts all the time from different websites. I’ve decided to combine the prompts to sharpen my writing. So before I go, I wanted to leave you with this:
I hope those words inspires or sparks something. As feedback, tell me the book you’re reading now or what you’re writing. I’d love to read and/or write with you!
P.S. If you would like to collaborate or just want someone to read your poem/book/short story (and yes I mean fan-fictions too) then send me a link or your email. I’ll try to get mine up, here give me a moment.
Ahh, a new day. I love mornings, I like to sleep them away as they pass by. I know, that was a tort to pirates of the caribbean. I just woke up and it’s still morning. Why, you ask, am I up at this time? I must go to work and finish painting a set, […]