Writing Challenge: March 15, 2018

Prompt: What Causes thunder? Explain it.

When my sister and I were young we used to joke that thunderstorms occurred when God went bowling. Summers in Houston were often gray and we, giving us ample opportunities to enhance our little fantasy. The rolling thunder was the ball gliding down the alley. The loud crashes were caused when the ball hit the pins, and lightning signified a strike. We never did decide what the rain was for, but vaguely mused that God and the angels must be drinking something. During one particularly tempestuous summer, the summer of Tropical Storm Allison, we joked that God much be on a bowling spree. It was an amusing pastime to sit on the covered deck as the rain pounded on the tin roof and imagine some cosmic-scale bowling game.



Holiday Surprise

Writing Challenge: Dec 26, 2017

Prompt: Review your day, week, or month in a poem

Day Chosen- Dec 16

He tells me he won’t make it.

I had been singing “Home for Christmas” for days,

And he will be-

Home for Christmas, that is-

Just not for my birthday.

“I tried” he says, and I understand.

I knew it might not happen, so I tell him I love him.

“I’m moving anyway.” I reply.

“I’d be too busy to really see you.”

He lied.

Flying out the night before-

He surprised me the morning I turned 24.

He helped me move my bed and bookshelves.

He met my new friends at my birthday dinner

And held me that night.

I hum “Home for Christmas” as I stroke his hair.

March 29

writing challenge: Dec 22, 2017

Prompt: Write about the date of an anniversary

March 29 was the day you disappeared. Earlier that day I had texted you, elated by the news that I had just bought a plane ticket to see the boy that you always said was “the one” for me. Your last words to me were: “That’s fucking awesome!” I had no idea that in a few short hours, the time between our conversation and me going to work, that you would be gone from me forever. Every March 29, just days after my anniversary with that same boy, I wear the bracelet you gave to me and I think of you.

Climb Mountains

writing challenge: Dec 18, 2017

Prompt: Find a motivational poster online and write something inspired by it.

poster: Climb mountains not so the world can see you, but so you can see the world.

In the Valley everyone seems to be enchanted by Mt. Timpanogos. It is a lumbering form with several well-known trails and some old local myth about the “Sleeping Princess” and the “Heart of Timp”, but this is not the mountain that I think best distinguishes the spacious vale. Kitty-corner to Timp, a thinner, shorter crag guts out from the Rockies. The steep, smooth incline is graceful in comparison it it’s rough neighbors. It’s general shape vaguely looks like Pride Rock from every 90’s kid favorite movie- The Lion King. This feature, called Squaw Peak has an ugly, racist name, left over form an ugly, racist past- but it’s beautiful visage contrasts it’s nomenclatural   blight. The locally famous Squaw Peak trail it short, but steep and challenging.

Up the thin, winding path you will wind- passing trees, streams, and small meadows all the while. Just when you feel you can go no further- your legs and lungs burning from hard work in the thin atmosphere- you will reach the most astounding view. The valley- no, the world- lay beneath your feet. Eagles, hawks and seagulls soar under your gaze. The blue lake shines like an aquamarine jewel in the sun embedded in the soft brown and green velvet of Earth. Tiny toy houses and churches dot the valley like gingerbread towns. You will never feel more large or small, more powerful and insignificant as you will in that moment- overlooking the world at your feet and the infinite robin-egg sky above you.

Night Owl

writing Challenge: Dec 14, 2017

Prompt: Write about staying up late at night

I’ve always loved staying up late at night; maybe that’s why I don’t mind working the late shift. When I get home the people of the day are asleep. I love when everything is quiet and I feel like I am the only person under the dark sky. I can think clearly, relax fully, the let the night flow through me without interference from the world.


Hufflepuff Pride

writing challenge: Dec 12, 2017

Prompt: Imagine living in a home underground. Write about that.

The Hufflepuff Common room is underground and near the kitchens. The doors and windows are round, and the whole place is filled with a variety of plants, and decorated in Earth tones- in short- it’s a hobbit hole, which, according to Tolkien, means comfort. I personally believe this cannot be an accident. The Hufflepuff Common rooms seem to be the coziest by far- created and styled with “home” in mind. This thoughtfulness of design for students far from their families is one of many reasons I am proud to call myself a Hufflepuff.


Writing Challenge: Dec 10, 2017

Prompt: Think of gears, moving parts, and anything mechanical

The toothy-circles turn- gears I think they are called. As they rotate they pull along a strip of buffalo leather- called a pulley. Faster and fast the gears spin the pullies move making a hissing sound that echoes throughout the factor. This is the first machine the factory installed. The other workers on the line say that these machines will take our jobs. They never stop and never tire- unlike us. They don’t make mistakes after long hours and they can do the work of 100- unlike us. But, they also break when you drop a wooden sabot into the whirling metal and leather, unlike us.


Writing Challenge: Dec 7. 2017

Prompt: Write about a time you forgave someone or someone forgave you

I don’t forgive you for what you did.

Everyone says “forgiveness is key”

They say you “have to forgive”

And that “forgiveness is for you”.

But, I disagree.

I don’t forgive you because you aren’t sorry.

You don’t want to be forgiveness,

Because you can’t admit you were wrong.

You hurt so many people.

You were selfish.

You lied, you cheated, and worst of all-

You used me to hurt someone else.

Yet, you aren’t sorry.

If you felt remorse,

I would gladly offer forgiveness-

But you don’t

And I won’t.

I’ll let it go.

I let you go from my life.

But I won’t forgive you yet.


Writing Challenge: December 4, 2017

Prompt: Go to a website that has a “word of the day” and use it as your inspiration

Word: Xanadu- a place of great beauty, luxury, and contentment

Xanadu: paradise. A place of peace and perfection. It may be a beach of white sand and palm trees. It may be a snowy-mountain, glittering top. It may be a 5-star hotel with full-service, or a high-end spa with big, fluffy robes. It may be a stony river bank or your own soft bed. It may be a forest of towering trees or a labyrinth of library shelves. It is all of these places and more. Xanadu is as much a state of mind as it is a place. It is the place we go where we see beauty, experience luxury, and experience contentment. Xanadu can be anywhere and everywhere- if you want it to be.


Writing Challenge: Dec 2, 2017

Prompt: Write about how it feels when you can’t focus


Below is a description of my attempts to study for finals.

Maybe it’s not that I Can’t focus, it’s more that I don’t want to focus. I have so many other things I’d rather be doing than studying. I could be watching a movie or taking a walk. I could be having lunch with a friend, reading a book, surfing the internet… and you want me to do homework?

I made feeble efforts to do what I should. I took out my computer and my books. I laid them all out in order of due dates and time it would take to complete. I prioritized my work- I opened the tabs and the correct pages… then I just didn’t do it. I’d do 5 minutes of homework, then watch Netflix for 20. I read 2 pages of my book, then watched 3 YouTube videos. I write a paragraph, then make myself a snack.

I told myself I would do it, but I just can’t focus. It’s a Sunday afternoon. I just want to enjoy myself and relax, not spend my time doing more work.