Tag: writing prompt
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When Happiness Arises
I am most happy in a few circumstances. The first is when I have a big bowl of lentils ready to eat (see recipe) with a show to watch while I do so! However, probably the one thing that makes me the most happy is when I’m just poking around town spending time at coffee…
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Repetition
At the end of all things there existed the Last: a group of beings all on their own, floating in the remnants of Space, but beings, sentient, nonetheless. What exactly they were is unknown: tales are told of these great Wanderers, alone among the Stars, but tales, myths, nonetheless. Time collides – the Last were,…
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Teachers
My first thoughts went to a YouTuber (cringe) and then to fictional characters (e.g., Aragorn – less cringe, but still intangible). I unfortunately can’t consider my dad, either. Finally, my thoughts settled on teachers from more than 10 years ago; a sad indictment of men. The first teacher, Mr. S., was my middle school –…
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A Fool’s Paradise
Max, recently returned from his shift at McDonald’s, is now teetering over on the couch, sleep and heavy eyelids threatening to take him. The soft sounds of his parents whispering and cooking dinner flitter in his ears, exacerbating sleep’s spell. His eyes fall closed, his fate surely sealed, when, without warning, the door to his…
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Directness is Kindness
I learned today that directness is kindness. I’m tempted to couch this in writing that of course I knew this beforehand, but I don’t want to make excuses, especially because this lesson was learned in a new context: letting someone down. I’m referring to dating, as I just had a second date with a wonderful…
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How I’m Seen
I would hope that people recognize the curiosity about me. Merriam-Webster gives two definitions: 1: marked by desire to investigate and learn 2: exciting attention as strange, novel, or unexpected Both of these definitions resonate with me. I do have a strong appetite for learning, and, in addition to this manifesting as a love for…
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A Good Complication
As soon as I was pulling it out of the oven, my heart sank. The characteristic smell I’ve come to rely on was absent – the first indication that something was wrong. I removed the cloth covering the two filled bowls and hestitated, confused at the sight and cautious hope filling me. But, I stuck…
The AM Intrigue 