Silent afternoon
Smooth coffee and old pages
No care in the world
Bliss
April Writing & Reading Events I’m Participating In…
I used to complain about not having enough time to complete personal goals or work on creative projects. Oddly enough, my new abundance of time isn’t motivation enough to do these things. Good thing there’s several writing and reading events happening this month. Events that I’m participating in! (And, who knows, maybe these events will keep you busy too?)
Magical Readathon 2020 (OWLs)
The OWLs is a Harry Potter themed reading challenge hosted and created by G from Book Roast. Participants complete courses (reading challenges) for a particular career to qualify for their NEWTs in August. If you complete both challenges, you get a cool diploma! Some careers you can “study” for are Alchemist, Astronomer, Mind Medic, Broom Maker, and others.
This is my first year taking part in the event, and I’m studying to be a Writer or Journalist (shocker, right?). I’m reading A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab for my “History of Magic: Witch Hunt” course. I’ll share my tbr in a later post!
Camp NaNoWriMo
Camp NaNo is a lax version of NaNoWriMo where you can choose whatever writing goal you wish to complete during the month. Mine is to work on Retaliate. It’s in the “drowning in a pit of despair” (aka editing) stage of the writing process and desperately needs some love.
National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)
NaPoWriMo is like NaNoWriMo, but it’s poetry centered and ISN’T run by the nonprofit. Participants can write whatever poetry they like and the host provides prompts for those who often find themselves stuck (like me). I’ve completed one prompt so far, but the goal is to do as many as I can and share them here on the blog.
Perhaps taking on all three of these events at once is too much for some, but I want–no I need–to fill my April in creativity due to stagnation. Maybe you feel the same way and want to join me in one (or all) the above events? After all, its not too late.
Cover photo by Daria Shevtsova from Pexels
Dont Let Me Remember This
I play a sick game with my Unconscious
I hand it my woes—
The ones that prevent me from functioning—
And plead, “Don’t let me remember this.”
But the bastard always reminds me
When it senses it did its job too well.
At Dark’s Maw
I use to dwell in Light
Where the angels sing.
Then you happened.
Now I stare at
Dark’s maw, predicting
What evil emerges next.
Photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash
We Couldn’t Start Anew
We agreed to sign the papers. No more trying to heal us. Fixed on our poker faces and met at his house. By nightfall, we were wrapped in each other’s arms.
Credits
Picture: Couple hugging by Kevin Laminto via Unsplash
Prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #140 – Anew by Sammi Cox, Sammi Scribbles
Eros’ Game
“Sir, please,” the Prey begged
At the Hunter’s feet.
“I’m still in pain from our last encounter.”
And yet Eros
Nocked another arrow.
Eros is the Greek god of Love. He’s also known as Cupid in Roman mythology.
Sweet Words Dipped in Poison
Already he knows her sweetness and loving care; later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake.
Dracula, Bram Stoker
She possessed a smile that could pierce light into the deepest parts of a man’s soul. A light he’d swear to worship for all his days until he discovered it false. But, by then, it was usually too late.
Sweet pomegranate lips
Promised love on a platter
Words dipped in poison
Written for: dVerse. I’ve long forgotten from which post, however *blush.* The prompt was to take a quote from a book, turn it on its head, and craft a haibun.
Simply Present
My days are filled with
Grief from the past
Fear of the future.
What I would give
For a day of emptiness.
To simply be present.
Credits
Picture: Person Wearing Blue Jeans by Sincerely Media via Unsplash.
Unraveling Myself
I tugged a buckled thread
In my flawless tapestry
The affront frayed me
My days were dark
Pain reminded me
That I was alive
I eventually realized
I unraveled myself
But, by that time
I was a heap of thread
Crumbled on the floor
Picture: Frayed Fabric by CJ via Pixabay
Credits
“Because…the Neighborhood”
“Sorry, but we don’t deliver out there,” the woman on the other end said.
“Why not?”
“Because,” she stammered. “The neighborhood.”
Our call crackled with silence.
The neighborhood.
I stared out the tattered screen mesh that shielded my doorway from the neighborhood. My eyes met an abandoned home, probably housing squatters, across the way. An old air conditioning unit oozed black goop and white spray paint adorned the sunbaked fence out front.
Why would anyone want to come here? Not even the neighborhood’s inhabitants wanted to be here.
“I see,” I said and ended the call.
Picture: Abstract Surface by Anna Guerrero via Pexels
Credits
Desiree S. Brown 