Clueing for Looks, My Dear Watson

Life just isn’t the same without your trusty sidekick. For this week’s writing challenge, tell us about your partner in crime. Over the years, I’ve share many escapades with multiple people, who, at the time, I called “Best Friend”. There was Nicole, whom I have known since the ripe age of three and was there…

Push Through Me

Stepping onto that ship, I had thought I had never seen anything so grand. The large sails blowing in the wind so fiercely that I imagined their deepest desires to reside on the other side of the vast and seemingly unending ocean. Stepping off the ship, however, I was entirely mistaken. The image in front…

Things Movies Have Taught Me

I stole this from my old blog, I’m Not Trying to Impress You, But I’m Batman, that I kept during college. I’ve watched plenty more movies since then and so I have, of course, learned plenty more life lessons, amongst other things. Things Movies Have Taught Me: An Updated List Inspired by The Daily Post 17…

Darkness Finds Us

Today, we challenge you to try your literary hand at flash fiction. Darkness doesn’t seem quite as daunting until you’re right in the heart of it. It surrounds you and swallows you up. It’s only once your eyes adjust that you realize it’s even darker that you first imagined. Darkness is hidden and is good…

Already Home

I heard this song the other day. Well, I actually watched the music video because Darren Criss told me to. I already knew I would love it simply because he was in it. But I didn’t expect to resonate so much with the lyrics of the song. I also didn’t expect the music video to…

Shower Us With Starlight

This week, we invite you to write a post — in verse or in prose — inspired by poetry. Wait, wait for me to grab your hand To pull you towards the sun Wait for what tomorrow might bring And be all that it can be Wait for the sky to open out Above our…

Love You Later…

For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. He wrote to me in ink. He gave me a blank canvas, but I had no vision to fill it. He wanted to drown in us, but I was busy gasping. His pages spoke rivers….

On the Steps of the Lincoln Memorial

We’re giving you a free ticket to the period and place of your choice: where do you go? After a moments hesitation, I push open the door and step outside. The light is blinding and it takes my eyes a minute to adjust. As my vision clears, I see it. A sea of people. More…

What’s in a Name?

My name is many things. It is my mother and my father. It is my mother’s mother, my father’s mother and my father’s father. It is the name written on my birth certificate after I emerged from my mother’s body 23 years ago. From my mother’s side, I have inherited my first name. From my…