Today is the fourth day of a new year. Not a new life, career, relationship, house...just a new year. I know in my heart and mind that just because it's a new year doesn't mean everything will magically change. Even now, in a bipolar low with zero manic motivation and a depressing outlook enhanced by the ever-present physical pain, there are a lot of things I'd like to do in 2017.
Robbie Rooster was depressed. He was grateful for his rescue, but the past three months on the farm hadn't been all that great.
Why do we torture ourselves? We submit to these shows and books and movies that rip out our hearts and make us watch as they stop beating in our hands. We know what we're getting. So why? Why do we torture ourselves?
My friends are my church But you don't belong here Our beliefs clash at the door
It's never too late to fly Unless you jump without pixie dust. [84 more words]
The prompt was: You grace me with your cold shoulder Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You look at me with those knowing eyes. Those striking green daggers that slice through my defenses … Continue reading When I Look at Her (Writing Prompt #24)
They say that if you don't learn from your mistakes, history will repeat itself. Today I discovered that I have fallen into just such a time loop with my writing.
Addiction—a drabble. "The answer is no. It's simple. There is no other option. And yet..."
You always hear about those people with OCD who flip the lights on and off exactly sixteen times, who don't step on cracks on the sidewalk, who pick up the phone and put it down eight times before they make a call, who need to open and shut a door three times, who blink fifty … Continue reading Coming Out of my OCD Closet
The prompt was: Write a story themed with the first song you hear today. Hello, little songbird. I see you there, preening your bright yellow feathers in the predawn light. Are you having a good morning? Your merry tune reminds me that each day has something worth singing about. The flutter of your wings as … Continue reading I Wanna Be Like You (Writing Prompt 23)