It wasn’t supposed to rain that day, but still, it did. The rain wasn’t supposed to come cascading down for the first time in ten years. It wasn’t supposed to strike the dusty ground that seemed to shudder in surprise, sending up small billowing puffs of dust from the drops’ force.
I never learned to distinguish myself from the earth. In the beginning, my soul flourished within me, green and rich, following the blessing of the river. When the river dried and turned to dust, I found myself empty. I was a yucca plant in the sun, leaves raised to the skies and searching for rain.
What’s the way home? There are so many ways I’ve taken, Countless roads that have led me here. Some were paved and offered no resistance, Others were arduous and left me weak. Some days I walked with company at my side And many I traveled alone. What’s the way home? It’s there, But it’s fleetingContinue reading “Writing Exercise: The Way Home”
You can read Part 1 of Driving here. I see a parking lot on one block’s corner and pull in, handing the man in the booth a five dollar bill for the twenty-four hour flat fee. The man is middle-aged with a heavy moustache, his black button up shirt tucked into his pants and showingContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Driving (Part 2)”
The driving is nothing for me. Years of practice have taught me to turn off whatever part of the brain is responsible for boredom, fatigue, for feeling your body’s reaction to sitting in the driver’s seat for hours. The ritual is like this: You put the keys in the ignition and you start the engine,Continue reading “Writing Exercise: Driving (Part 1)”
Below is the second half of a short story, my writing exercise for the day. To read the first half, you can click here. The man continued, still staring down at the half-empty glass in front of him. “Three years ago, I spent the summer out in New Mexico, in Albuquerque, working on a farmContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Time Shift (Part 2 of 2)”
The passage below is the first half of a short story that came to mind a few days ago. I’ve always been fascinated by people’s stories of their own experiences with the supernatural and the reactions others have upon hearing these tales that seem to defy rational explanation. I’m not usually one who enjoys talkingContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Time Shift (Part 1 of 2)”
I have never been one to collect things, mostly because I hate clutter. I love being in open, simple environments that invite relaxation and calmness. I appreciate spaces that are free of things, preferring to focus on mental creativity. That being said, I do have just one weakness when it comes to material items: jewelry.Continue reading “Writing Exercise: Stories Told Through Objects”
This snippet was written from another prompt I gleaned off the Poets and Writers: “The Time is Now” list. The prompt I used was: “The Humboldt Glacier, located high in the Andes mountain range in Venezuela, is the country’s last glacier. Glaciers are disappearing around the world due to climate change, which has also beenContinue reading “Writing Exercise: The Last Plant in the Neighborhood”
The woods rose up all around me, towers of dead trees and bare branches that grasped my clothing and hair as I ran. I took no notice of their thorns as they scratched through my sleeves and left strands of hair snagged on their limbs. It was after me, and the dread that fueled myContinue reading “Writing Exercise: Snowstorm”