Another inspired by beloved Chiwan. –that held death and love so closely together. I lived in the type of neighborhood that the news people would call “struggling” with their fake concerned faces. They only came when there was violence, or when they needed image for their urban decay segments. We called it home. Home ain’t …
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Writing Exercise #7
Inspired by a comment by beloved Christopher Ropes on fb. Everyone watches One. One is flash and startling beauty, One is unearthly, clearly one of Gods chosen. One is a tropical bird, a dart frog, the creature that looks predators in the eye and shakes their ass and says, why don’t you try me? One is wild, feral and …
Writing Exercise #6
A remix of this piece. “Man, I don’t even know what we’re doin here. We ain’t got time for you to get yo dick wet.” Javier Morales didn’t stop walking or turn around to acknowledge his partner whining, he led the other man around a cinderblock wall and found an ugly patio with a gaggle of women in robes and head …
Writing Exercise #5.
Theme music. Prompt-1.284 A parent uncovers a dark secret on their child’s computer, smartphone, music player or gaming device. A secret which involves the parent’s significant other. What is it? – Prompt from Instigation Creative Prompts on the Dark Size by Michael A. Arnzen (affiliate link) written in the last couple of hours between work calls. …
Writing Exercise #4
Inspired by beloved friend Chiwan’s new ghost podcast. Wake up. I don’t have to say no, I’m already awake. I never want to do this with them. Wake up. My eyes are open and wide. I can tell it is between 3 and 3:30 AM, the neighbor is out warming up his car and I can …
Writing Exercise #3
Based on this photo over at yeah write. I thought my last sunset would be different. I don’t know why I was under that impression; I’ve never been romantic or overly fond of sandy vistas and the freezing cold water. If I’m real about it, I’ve never been overly fond of anything. I hate the rigors of keeping myself alive. Food, water, sleep, shit, dodge …
Writing Exercise # 2
Inspired by this video- The steam from my cup of tea tastes like her breath. I don’t want to think about it, but I pull it in across my lips, it is melodramatic and I’m absurd but, here I am. “But ghosts aren’t so warm.” I know. I know so let’s not talk about it. …
Writing Exercises #1
Prompt- Memory It is 1984 I am six years old. I am in the car with my parents in their little white jelly bean hatchback, we’re driving up towards Paradise at Mt. Rainer and I was tucked safe in my booster seat, singing and good. I remember thinking this was the most romantic song, I …