Prompt 83: Making my work monosyllabic

“Rewrite a piece of your own writing in one-syllable words.”

For this exercise, I’m using the text from Prompt 36: “Parades” Check out the link for the original text :) 

Folks march, dazed, all head the same way, and step at the same pace. Continue reading “Prompt 83: Making my work monosyllabic”

Prompt 81: The house is on fire

“What you would run out of the house with if it were on fire”

I think if I had been posed with this dilemma last year, I probably would have said that I would try and grab the things that hold a significant nostalgic element to them: the photo of my grandmother on her wedding day; the necklace my boyfriend gave me; the teddy bear I’ve had since I was five months old.  Continue reading “Prompt 81: The house is on fire”

Prompt 80: Birthday Musings

Prompted by my own birthday

There’s a funny thing about birthdays and them being the utterly random day in the year on which we were born. Then, after a few years, they turn out to be the utterly random day in which we take stock of the things we have and haven’t done, think about whether or not we’re happy, and whether we’ve reached that place that we saw for ourselves five years prior.

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Prompt 79: Superhero bucket list

“Write a bucket list for your favourite superhero”

First things first. Who is my favourite superhero? I had to sit back and think on this for a second. We are so overexposed to the superhero world lately that I find it hard to pick.

For the sake of this prompt, though, let’s say that Storm, from the X-Men, is my favourite. Let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to control the weather? Perpetual sunshine? Yes, please! Continue reading “Prompt 79: Superhero bucket list”

Prompt 78: Rewriting history

“Rewrite the Gettysburg Address for today’s audience”

Note: I have to say first and foremost that this felt wrong to do…Lincoln was so eloquent in the words he chose for this speech, and English seems to have been made much baser since then. See original below.

Forty seven years ago, our ancestors established here a new country based on Liberty and the understanding that everyone is equal.  Continue reading “Prompt 78: Rewriting history”

Prompt 76: What I see outside my window

“Five things you see out the nearest window”

  1. The farthest point positioned outside my window is Mount Baker. It sits beyond a cluster of buildings, on the other (wrong) side of the border. During sunsets, the pink and orange light bounces off it, highlighting the snowy tips that shift in size with the transition of the seasons.
  2. A little closer is Vancouver’s stadium: BC Place. It stands in contrast to the buildings around it; circular, white, with porcupine-like spokes protruding from its centre.
  3. I see windows of neighbours living across the street. They give a glimpse into lives ensconced in small places. Tiny microcosms of the human experience.
  4. I see trees. Luscious green beings that inhabit the city as reminders of what exists beyond its boundaries.
  5. I see city streets, each peppered with cars moving in uniform directions, aimed towards their morning destinations.

Prompt 75: 24 hour romance

“A love story that starts and ends in 24 hours” 

Thanks to Reedsy for the prompt! 

Augustus Martinelli walked into his shop, as he did every morning, on the nose of 6:30. He was greeted, as usual, by the full, embracing fragrance of a multitude of flowers. He flipped on the light switch by the door and walked through the storefront, bidding good morning to each of the spring-kissed bouquets he inspected.

“And how are my peonies this morning?” he asked. “Not looking too droopy yet.”

Then he went on to the roses, and the bunches of violets, and, lastly, nearest his little cashier’s desk, the mixed bouquets he prepared every day in the morning, or when there was a lull of quiet in the store.

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Prompt 74: Using the alphabet

“Write a story in which each sentence will begin with a different letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A, and moving sequentially”

Audrey Jenkins was her name. But she preferred to go by AJ. Cats were her favourite animal. Dogs scared her.

Every day she would go to school. French was her first class. Grammar was always an issue.

History was next. In that class she excelled. Just as she did in music, too. Kraus was her teacher for that.  Continue reading “Prompt 74: Using the alphabet”

Prompt 73: Here’s to sisters

“Your most treasured photograph”

One of my most treasured photographs sits on my bookcase, surrounded by my other treasured positions: books, books, and (yes, you’ve guessed it), more books. It’s a photo of me and my sister, aged probably five and four, sitting in a field of wheat, wearing matching outfits, and with our arms around each other. We’re both smiling with squinty eyes and looking straight into the camera.  Continue reading “Prompt 73: Here’s to sisters”

Prompt 72: Ten ways I’m like my Mother

“How you’re just like your mother”

I’ve been told on numerous occasions that I take after my mother. I used to staunchly refuse to acknowledge the fact, but now, as I grow older, I catch myself saying or doing things that are only too resonant of her. Here’s just a few ways in which we are aligned.  Continue reading “Prompt 72: Ten ways I’m like my Mother”

Prompt 71

“Your first time in a foreign country”

On my recent travels (yes, the ones during which I failed to abide by my commitment to keep writing) I went to Sweden for the first time. The reason for the visit was simple. One of my very best childhood friends had been living there for a year and I had not seen her in twice as long (or more). So, without knowing much at all about the country, I landed in Stockholm on a rainy afternoon on the last day of May. I went straight to my hotel and resolved that I would spend my precious few hours the next morning exploring the old part of the city before jumping on a train to Karlstad, near where my friend was living.

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