Prompt 85: Imaginary friends

“Create an imaginary friend (human or not)”

I have a friend named Puzzles. I’m not quite sure if  Puzzles is a he or a she, but this friend showed up as if from nowhere one day and hasn’t left my side since.

Puzzles is magical, you see, and invisible to everyone except me.  Continue reading “Prompt 85: Imaginary friends”

Prompt 84: Dear Reader

“Write a letter to the reader of a novel you haven’t finished yet”

Dear reader,

First of all, I want to say thank you. In a world where we have thousands (if not millions) of things vying for our attention, I find myself so grateful for the fact that you chose to deliver some of that precious attention to this work in your hands.

Continue reading “Prompt 84: Dear Reader”

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.

Continue reading “Prompt 80: Birthday Musings”

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 77: I’ve got two dollars in my pocket

“Two dollars isn’t a lot of money, unless…”

…you live in a backward universe where efficiency and simplicity are the concepts that define value and thus small and easily measured numbers carry more weight than long or fragmented ones. Two dollars makes you rich. But not as much as one dollar does.

Imagine that.

Bringing characters to life

Today, as part of the research I’m doing for this little writing project of mine, I read a lot about this one day in the Second World War: December 16, 1943.

Why that day,  you ask? Well, according to our family records, this was the day that Allan Reid Cameron, my great-great-uncle, died while on a training exercise. His plane was brought down because of heavy fog that impaired visibility and led the pilot to crash land near or in Lincolnshire, England. All crew members on the plane perished.  Continue reading “Bringing characters to life”

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.

Continue reading “Prompt 75: 24 hour romance”