Today’s prompt is. Odd couple
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?

Today’s prompt is. Odd couple
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?
Today’s prompt is. Five a day
You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Trading spaces
To be another Would it bring wisdom Or confusion Would it destroy Our sense of selves Or broaden it
Today’s prompt is. Trading spaces
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a day? What do you think life would be like?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Happy Happy joy joy
Tears of joy They warmed my cheeks When you first smiled at me My son These days Teardrops are frozen With a thousand Fears
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Judgement Day
Perhaps Today's leaders Don't fear Judgement They know There will be No one left to judge Them
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Deja Vu
History repeats Only more intense It's not a cycle It's a spiral Down to doom
Today’s prompt is. Happy happy joy joy
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
Today’s prompt is. Judgment day
If you were to judge your favorite book by its cover, would you still read it?
Today’s prompt is. Déjà vu
Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Idyllic
A well kept garden A hidden nook at the edge By a stream Overlooking a valley I sit and write It is a dream I have
He would never see his son again.
Unless…
Unless he went made it through today. Found the strength from somewhere. Put aside his pain.
The trauma his son had suffered had not been at his hands. Logically there was no responsibility for it on his shoulders.
Logic was a weak fence against raw emotion. Emotion that told him that he had failed as a father, that the protection he was supposed to give had been lacking, just that once.
Nobody agreed with him.
That made no difference.
So, he would not compound failure with failure. This was his last chance. He would take it.
He had tried all other avenues. Therapy, prayer, medication. Nothing worked, Yet what it had done was show him the way. It had made clear the path he needed to tread.
So he took a deep breath and rose from his seat. He nodded to the doctor signalling his readiness. The doctor frowned but kept his piece. He opened the door and let him enter his son’s room.
The room was sparse, clinical. His son lay curled on top of the bedsheets, motionless. Awake but unresponsive. He did not look up or acknowledge his father’s entrance.
There was a small bedside table to the left of the bed on which sat a plastic beaker of water. The bed was positioned by the window. Sunlight tried to make an impression on the coldness of the room but failed. The only other furniture was a white chest of drawers and some empty white bookshelves.
Then there were the books.
The books, many many books, that should have rested on the shelves or strewn on the floor. An impressive collection for one so young.
They hung impossibly in the air.
He sighed. He knew what came next. It had all become familiar to him. This time though he did not avoid it. He did not flinch or try to defend himself. This time he smiled at his son.
The books flew at him. As if thrown by immense strength and anger. The hard spines whacked into his flesh like dull nails. Again and again and again. Raining pain upon his body. The books that hit him fell to the ground limply, twitched like dying flies, then were suddenly whisked up and flung again.
There was no let-up.
He could feel his body being pummelled into a bloody bruised mess. But he took it. Stood calmly, raised his arms towards his son and kept smiling. Gave all he had left to him – gave him his unconditional love. Took the punishment not meant for him.
The books whirled faster as the rage grew. Like a tornado of leather and card, they descended on him, pounded him. The pain passed over what was bearable to no longer being processable – so he no longer felt it. He knew he would not last much longer – if this continued his body would fail him. Darkness crept inwards along the edges of his eyes. He kept smiling, locked his legs and stood, arms out.
The whirl became a darkness that was trying to beat his flesh from his bones. He felt like the bones themselves were splintering beneath.
Then it stopped.
Suddenly all the books fell to the floor. Sunlight sprang into the room as if a lock had burst.
His son looked up and held out his arms for his father.
Today’s prompt is. Idyllic
What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Competition
Stats
And myself
These are my competitors
When did the stats
Creep in?
Today’s prompt is. Competition
What activity, task, or game most brings out your competitive streak?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Local flavour
Here my roots are deep
I am nourished
I can reach out to the world
I don't need to go there
Today’s prompt is. Local flavor
Write a piece about a typically “local” experience from where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Stranded
All alone Stranger in a strange land But alive Next step Taken in fear? Or as a chance To start again
Today’s prompt is. Stranded
You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money and no friends. Where do you go; what do you do?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Bedtime Stories
Swords and bows Chivalry and Justice Robbing to rich To pay the poor King’s who were not above the law And magic Ancient lore These were the stories That filled my head before bed What happened to those times?
Today’s prompt is. Bedtime stories
What was your favorite book as a child? Did it influence the person you are now?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, INTJ
I like to walk Late at night In peaceful darkness Treading by starlight Comforted by silence Secured by solitude and peace The parties are overrated
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Menagerie
Life these days Sometimes it seems Those who profess To lead our countries Are nothing but a menagerie of animals But animals do not seek war Or wealth
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Impossible
Life these days Seems impossible We have to remember These obstacles These weights and walls Were made by us We just have to find the strength To remove them
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Bone of Contention
You fly the yellow and blue flag You welcome them with open arms This is all good It is the least we can do But you Left children to drown in terror Because they did not look like us Their bones Will contend you
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Show and Tell
Leaders It is time Words are not the measure Of your worth Show us
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Comfort Zone
Fires rage But not here Bombs fall But not here People starve But not here Only when this comfort zone Is breached Will we really act But our ability to do so Will be inadeqaute
Adrift
Lost
Floating
Free
No goals
No direction
No chains
Just reflection
Sparkling stars
Burning sun
Gentle waves
Life undone
Free
Floating
Lost
Adrift
Today’s prompt is. INTJ
Do parties and crowds fill you with energy, or send you scurrying for peace and quiet?
Today’s prompt is. Menagerie
Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? If no, why have you opted not to?
Always descending, never ascending.
Moving downwards, moving down.
I can’t get used to this feeling
Moving downwards, moving down.
Is it really like this? What are we doing?
Do we really want this?
Is this the thing to be?
The chains that pull the valves and the levers,
That drive the steam through pipes of dreams.
Dream worlds falling, morning calling,
Pull the chains on, shoulder the yoke.
Down to business. Down to labour.
Moving downwards, moving down.
I don’t like this, what am I doing?
I don’t really want this, what is to be?
Enter the shaft that takes us downwards.
The light is dimming as our dreams descend
Today’s prompt is. Impossible
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.
What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)
Today’s prompt is. Bone of contention
Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.
Calm your qualms
It’s all change
It’s all good
Still
The trembling
Still
Today’s prompt is. Show and tell
You’ve been asked to do a five-minute presentation to a group of young schoolchildren on the topic of your choice. Describe your presentation.
Today’s prompt is. Comfort zone
What are you more comfortable with — routine and planning, or laissez-faire spontaneity?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, 180 Degrees
Politicians Are vilified For their U-turns Personally I admire those Who can admit they are wrong And stay to deal With the consequences
Today’s prompt is. 180 degrees
Tell us about a time you did a 180 — changed your views on something, reversed a decision, or acted in a way you ordinarily don’t.
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Silver screen
Look into the eyes of the dragon and despair.
The beast is released.
They thought it tame
Thought it was a game
Now
It's free
And they will pay the consequences
Of their fear
The quote, the first line of the poem, is from my favourite film, Excalibur by John Boorman, spoken by Merlin.
Today’s prompt is. Silver screen
Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of
your post. Now, write!
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Erasure
There are days
We wish to erase
But would we be the same
Without the pain
Without the shame
Still…
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ghostwriter
I don't need a ghostwriter
I need a ghostwriter
Ghostparenter
Ghostlover
I need someone
To live my life
While I write
Today’s prompt is. Erasure
You have the choice to erase one incident from your past, as though it never happened. What would you erase and why?
Today’s prompt is. Ghostwriter
If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Playlist
The story of the impossible The impossible climb Save the last dance for me While the world burns around us I’m a believer But I cannot believe what I see Walk away Never really a choice Nights in white satin But no knights to defend
Ignoring the suggestion again and instead, I am taking the first five random songs from a mix that my music player gave me – which is a mix of my own chosen songs and others it suggests I might like. So the five titles I interspersed with my thoughts.
Today’s prompt is. Playlist of the week
Tell us how your week went by putting together a playlist of five songs that represent it.
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, VIP
My wife My life My every breath Together Forever Until death This is the way We need more today Love
Today’s prompt is. VIP
Who’s the most important person in your life — and how would your day-to-day existence be different without them?
In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Fantasy
Looking after their friends Interests It’s what they excel at Imagining them being able to cope beyond that Is just fantasy Welcome to your government
Today’s prompt is. Fantasy
The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus . . .) : a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?