*knock* Mom! *knock* Mom! I won the No Bell Prize!

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "I’d Like to Thank My Cats." What it this time. No mom I actually won one of the most prestigious awards in my field. It is only given to the best and brightest in the profession, only few ever win it and I, not only was nominated, but …

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Who Even Writes This Stuff Down

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "First Light." Kay, I'm done. Ok now to read it; A portable dishwasher Truly fast internet Reusable Writing Paper Nah, I'm done. Never writing this again. NEVER  

It Flows

She sat down It was that day again But still she didn’t feel it It eluded her and made her frown Again and again Why couldn’t she feel it? He walked around Not bothered by the rain He already had too many problems of his to notice it He felt down He felt the pain …

The Song

Gently it flew, carried by the wind. It was strong yet soft, powerful yet calm. It was the wind itself, it was the earth, the air, everything. And when it finally reached my ears, I heard it. Heard it truly. The melodious sound. And I, for the first time in a long while, truly sang.

The Dance

It was cold, but no colder than yesterday. The leaves whistled on their branches as the wind blew. Softly. Gently. Coldly. I watched the last of the shops close for the day. I watched the owners walk home. Their two legs bristly moving in the dark. Afraid of the cold, afraid of the dark, afraid of …