Rainbow flowers float, On a blue pond in sunshine, Embrace life fully.
I’ve used writing prompts on a lot of Thursdays. Time flies, and I didn’t manage to write anything for today, so I thought I’d share the Writing Prompt Thursday category page. While you’re browsing and reading those posts, please like, comment, and share them.
If the sun could speak, It might say that we must be, Good to each other.
The one-word prompt was “detective.” Who is the killer? Who’s taken the life of one, Before time itself. Into the unknown, Asking questions of those left, To find the killer. The truth is out there, The detective must find it, Before it decays.
Christmas stockings are, Hanging ready by the hearth, Empty and waiting.
We all must have one, Or we would not know ourselves, Nameless forgotten.
Eight billion people, Stand with six feet between them, Each one all alone.