(for hour 17)     Balancing   A kind woman in my MeWe homesteading group said, “I don’t have to pull all the weeds, just the weed in front of me.” Her words in reverse on a black computer monitor resonated deeply within me, vibrating…

(for hour 16—from the “touch” prompt for Onweald)   I Thought I Touched You Today (by the character Nigel Taiman)   A kind touch breezing by my hand Reminded me of you today A soft voice whisp’ring a word of kindness Sounded like something you’d…

(for hour 15—from Onweald, an intro for something longer)   Ella and Rohne   He was the one covered in diamonds She was the one covered in gold They were the ones covered in riches Yet their story has never been told

(for hour 14—imaginary children prompt for Onweald)   Sinder, Rohf, and Cahla   They play so well together A trio Held together by a triangle of connection Sinder, the adopted dragon child, the oldest and least coordinated for a household with so many walls and…

(for hour 13—from the rainbow image prompt)   I Accept All Your Promises   Of all those counted up like random lists petty humans try to track, how can I choose which pledge is most meaningful?   Of more than three thousand spoken to assure…

(For hour 12—nonet prompt for Onweald)   Amanda in Motion (by the character Nigel Taiman)   She is beauty and death together with her weapon an extension of each movement in battle. Using her geasa’n skill, Amanda’s steeped in perfection, grace. Reflecting justice, love.

(for hour 11—holiday prompt from hour 10)   Christmas Eve Sing-Along   Sleigh bells ring I’m listening to deep, soulful chimes of handbells near the dais where the harpist strums and the little drummer boy rumpa-tum-tum-tums with a glance to the director for her smile…

(for hour 10—the image prompt this hour)   The Serial Killer’s Haiku black-purple death shrouds bursting with putrefaction finality’s stench  

(for hour 9—this too shall pass prompt—from Onweald)   Pain Not Passing (by the character Nigel Taiman)   Amanda How can one body endure sorrow such as this Not even when lashed by The Dragon’s claws did I know such pain You were the one…

(for hour 8—condense book prompt)   Sweet Jane     When Jane ran from my grand home, indignant and penniless I feared she’d succumb to diseases of her orphan childhood   My Sweet Jane   Though her brilliant mind and steadfast morals I would sully…