Sleepily, I made my way downstairs. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air. I entered the dining room, stumbling toward the kitchen. Glancing out the glass doors, I was surprised to see two young fawns on the patio eating a breakfast of my sister’s prized roses. Mesmerized, I watched them peacefully consume one delicious rosebud after another. Abruptly, a pot holder soared past my face and thumped against the glass. I jumped. The frightened fawns darted off the porch into the woods. I turned toward my sister. “Stupid deer!” she smiled at me, “Need coffee?”
Category Archives: Poetry and Stories
Let love fill your heart
Make your cheeks blush
Let love interrupt your thoughts
Fill your head with dreams
Let love give you more courage
Than you will ever need
Let love send you on a journey
New adventures new company
Let love direct your life
Fearless, bolder, filled with dreams
People say love changes you. This poem is written with that thought in mind. Let yourself fall in love again. Feel new emotions, experience new dreams, share new adventures. Let love change your life.
Seeking Inspiration for Writers
Have you ever sat at your computer, searching your mind for something to write, knowing you needed to get something on paper with a deadline fast approaching? There are several sources where a writer can go for inspiration. You can read a book, edit an old story, read the newspaper or call a friend and ask them what they are up to. Ideas for stories, poems and articles can be found almost everywhere.
Getting Rid of Writer’s Block
There is a wonderful book you can read called Take 10 For Writers written by Bonnie Neubauer. This book is filled with over 1000 ideas to get your brain working and the words flowing. This book is filled with ideas and uses a simple creative format to encourage you to look at old ideas from a new angle. I love this book as it has given me lots of ideas for creative writing projects.
Use the Internet for Inspiration
If you are in internet user, there are several writing prompt sites on the internet that can help you as well. Simply type “writing prompts” in the search box of your favorite search engine and you will discover many sites to ease your frustration. My favorite site is: http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/ . This site is very simple to use and full of thousands of ideas to get your mind flowing. The one I picked was number 57 which gave me a list of five items I was to use in a short story.
Use the following 5 words in a short story or poem
- Hockey puck
- Dirty handkerchief
- Crumpled note
- Unhinged door
Why Use Writing Prompts
Once you find a writing prompt that peaks your interest, run with it and see where your mind goes. Don’t worry about it making sense, don’t edit as you write – just make something up. Try to think of it as a game for your mind; a game without rules. For an example, I have taken the writing prompt I read and I have started the story below. For fun, think about how you would finish the story.
A Writing Prompt Begins: Crumpled Notes and Handkerchiefs
It was not a good day for Tess; in fact, the whole week sucked! It all began last Sunday when she was running late for ice skating in the park with her best friend Carol. As she left the house, Tess had let the door slam behind her. The screws had worked themselves loose and the unhinged door fell with a crash to the front porch. Disgusted with herself for letting the door slam so hard, Tess had just left the door on the porch; planning to fix it once she got home.
Once at the iced over pond, Tess gave Carol a hug and they took off their shoes and laced their ice skates. Still talking, they headed out to the edge of the pond. They had not seen each other in a while so they were not really watching where they were going. As they rounded the far end of the pond, a hockey puck flew right across their path, causing both women to fall on their knees. Hitting her knee hard on a rough patch of ice, Carol cut her knee, turning the white ice bright red. Trying to help her injured friend, Tess reached into her pocket for her handkerchief but only found a crumpled note she had shoved in her pocket the day before. Quickly shoving the note back into her pocket, Tess reached into her other pocket. Pressing the handkerchief against her knee, Tess was able to calm Carol and stop the bleeding.
As Tess and Carol inched their way to the side of the frozen pond, one of the boys from the hockey game approached them. “We are so sorry”, the 12-year old boy said, “we did not see you skating on that end of the pond. Are you okay? We really are sorry.” Before Tess could reply, a tall, athletic young man wearing hockey skates approached them, shoving the boy to the side. “I have a first aid kit”, he said, “let me help you.” As the young man helped Carol to a nearby bench, he continued talking. He explained he was the coach of the hockey team and though they usually practice on the indoor rink in town, he felt the boys needed some fresh air and he had driven them to the pond for their practice session. Removing the bloody, dirty handkerchief from her knee, the young coach reached for a plastic bottle filled with water and rinsed the blood from Carol’s knee.
Now it’s your turn….how would you finish this story?
The loneliest time of day for some
Is the hour just before dawn
Before the sun rises, before the shadows are gone
The lonely are loneliest just before dawn
They recall the life of the night before
Following the trail of clothes on the floor
The music of a party over long past
Allowing them to revel in the past
But I feel a wonder at each new day
As the rising sun scatters shadows away
The morning light brings me beauty and light
Chasing away the coldness of last night
No, morning is not lonely for me
For I see a day of adventure waiting for me
With bird songs and street sounds filling the air
Morning is a time best often shared
Are plants afraid of scissors?
Are sunflowers sad on a cloudy day?
Does a waterfall feel rushed?
When daises dance in the wind
Do they feel joy?
When a rose petal falls
Does the flower feel sorrow?
When darkness comes and
Blooms close for the night
Do flowers dream?
If nature is life
And nature gives life
Does nature feel alive?
Fear, sorrow, sadness, joy
Our lives are filled
I sit here with chin in hand
My pencil poised on paper
My mind is buzzing
Words tumble and fall
In all areas of my brain
They fight for a place up front
A bouillabaisse of letters and words
Searching for significance
Demanding to convey a sentiment, a thought
With eyes closed
Ideas form more quickly
My pencil is ready
My fingers grip tightly
Eager to record each expression
One word, two, a phrase springs to life
Words flow as a poem begins
The page fills quickly
My pencil is content at last.
There were so many books at Barnes and Noble’s
That I wanted to buy but I wasn’t able
Up at the counter with my chin in my hand
I said to the sales clerk… I have another plan
At my low bank balance I did curse
As I put my wallet back in my purse
I pulled out my phone and I began to type
Amazon.com, open morning and night
I entered the ISBN number
Of the books I had found
And quickly my frown
Was upside down
For there on my phone
Was each book I was seeking
At a lower price
And with free shipping
I clicked and I scrolled filling my cart
With Barnes and Nobel’s heavy on my heart
There is much to be said for a book held in hand
And my first choice is a bookstore to find what I can
But as money is the king of the land
I must cut costs wherever I can
Thanks Barnes and Noble’s, mortar and stone,
But I must go with the prices found on my phone.
Every day I wait
to see what man will do
to care for planet earth
as our creator asked us to.
Not using guns or angry words
to get their point across,
to ensure that for future generations
not all is lost.
Far above the ocean floor a wave has carried me
Tossing, churning, traveling, toward the place I long to be
Each wave carries me closer to the warm summer shore
Where adventure and dreams wait for me; in the water I will live no more
In a drop of salty spray I am tossed upon the sand,
Expectantly, anxiously, waiting for my new life to begin
Another wave rushes toward the shore, pushing me again
Thrown past rocks and pebbles, my aquatic adventure ends
Nestled on the beach, basking in the summer sun,
The water can no longer reach me here, lighter I become
I dream of adventure, of traveling across the sand
Perhaps in the shoe of a child or stuck to someone’s hand
Or maybe a young couple, strolling on the beach
Will lift me from the surface, letting me stick to their feet
Life out of the water, brings joy to a grain of sand
Washing up on a sunlit beach, my summer vacation at hand